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[The Doctor looks a little lost in the woods, literally and figuratively. He's staring at his reflection in the stream, arms wrapped around his knees.

After a few long moments of brooding, he frowns, and starts pulling things out of his pockets. His sonic screwdriver, high-tech night vision binoculars, psychic paper, a banana --

he frowns at that one]

When did I put you in there? And what for? Who carries around a banana? Can't blame myself for liking them, they've got loads of potassium, but it's a bit random...why can't I remember?

[he slowly peels the banana and eats it, hoping it will spark something in his memories. Or lack thereof.]

((ooc: Yes, it's another Nine post, and the start of his experiment!))

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[grumbles] Thought you were my self, not my mum. [he waits patiently though, letting Ten scan away]

[mutters] Oi, don't push it--or I'll tell you to go to your room. [but as he scans, his eyebrows knit together]

No, no, no, that isn't right. [taps the sonic screwdriver on his palm a few times] You should be working! Come on! [tries scanning Nine's head again] ...Same thing.

Let me see yours, will you?

[frowns] Why, what's wrong with yours? [he offers the screwdriver anyway, though]

It's not giving me a proper reading. It can't identify something that's in there which...is very, very odd indeed. [takes Nine's screwdriver and performs the same test, his frown growing more severe by the second before he stops, tossing the sonic screwdriver back in the pile of things Nine has taken out of his pockets]

Maybe it's not the screwdriver, but the man.

[awkwardly] Could be the Twins, maybe...they've mucked about in my head before, I remember that. After I died.

Oh, so you're the one? Ahhh, that would make sense.

Listen. I can't tell what's in your head, but it's in there. It's probably what's preventing you from accessing certain memories. But what you need to know is that you're the Doctor and you will get over this. We did all those other times when we were in our eighth incarnation. You do remember that, right?

[the Doctor frowns again, contemplating that] I don't, but I trust you.

No? Oh well, at least you remember me. Makes things a bit easier. Oh and before you ask, I didn't see any signs of physical trauma, so you didn't slip and hit your head on anything.

I remember him too, I just don't remember...certain things. The details are a bit fuzzy, you might say.

[he offers his self a half-smile] That's a plus. Good to know I didn't stumble into this one.

Well, as far as I can tell, anyway. Do you remember anything about what happened before you came here?

...It'd be easier to show you what I remember and what I don't. But you don't have to look, if you'd rather not. [if possible, he sounds even more awkward. Nine is not used to his selves poking around in there, but he really wouldn't mind. No pun intended.]

No, no, it would be easier. Lot quicker this way as well. [puts his hands on both sides of Nine's head] When you're ready.

[Nine looks rather startled by that response, but then he nods, letting his self into his mind. It's a mess of confusion -- the details of nearly every key event that made him who he is, both on and off the Plane, are fuzzy -- they've been suppressed by the drug. And he's clinging to his self's mental presence in an almost childlike way; lost, tired, and terrified of what he doesn't know about himself.]

[it's probably all for the best that those events are fuzzy; he wouldn't want to relive some of them any time soon. he got better, and he knew that.

but from the mental state of his former self, the confused emotions and the blocked-out chaos in his mind spoke volumes about how much further this self had to go.

worse yet, he still can't identify what's causing the problems, but there it is all the same. the only thing he can tell is that it's slowly, very slowly, breaking apart. at least he has something to tell him once he breaks contact]

[gently releases his hands] You know, you really ought to dust in there once in a while.

[Nine laughs -- it's a bit strangled, like he's dangerously close to tears, but he laughs.] Maybe that's what the Twins had in mind. A bit of spring cleaning.