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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!))

Comments

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Seems like when I remember things, they're about other people. But when it's details about me... [shrugs]

[oliverplus]

[thinks about that for a moment] That...actually makes sense. [curiously] Do you remember biped plus?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Biped plus?

[oliverplus]

Yeah, you said... [pauses] No, nevermind. I think you're right. You don't remember you. [frowns] That's...weird. [it's hard for him to comprehend, actually--a Doctor who doesn't know he's the Doctor]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Gives the phrase "identity crisis" a whole new meaning, doesn't it?

[oliverplus]

[frowns] Doctor, this is serious.