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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[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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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[innocently] You mean that's not a mop you've got on your head?

[bit_impossible]

And that's not a scrub brush you have on yours?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Oi, 'course it's not. My hair's fantastic.

[bit_impossible]

Fantastic as...what, exactly? Although! [a brief pause while he rubs his chin] It is an improvement from out eighth self's hair.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Anything's an improvement on -- no, hang on. Our Sixth's was worse, I remember that.

[bit_impossible]

Our fourth's as well! Can't have forgotten that, have you?