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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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[this Doctor happens to be taking a stroll through the woods, whistling to himself, when he spots his past self. not able to help himself, he veers off in that direction and just catches the tail-end of that comment. it's a moment before speaks]

You can't remember? Never needed a banana in a pinch? I hear they make good substitutes for--well, you know. [where he was going with that sentence he'll never say...]

Ah, that's right! Where's your card?

[The Doctor frowns at you, Ten. He doesn't remember who he is -- so by default, he doesn't remember who you are, either. Or at least, he knows you're his self, but he doesn't remember your name]

I don't know. I can't... [he trails off, frustrated, then pulls out the card]

Still in my pocket. And how come I can remember that bit, but our name's a mystery?

Depending on who you ask--[meaning everyone who isn't a version of himself]--our name has always been a mystery.

[holds his hand out for the card, a concerned look on his face]

[he hands him the card, then looks back at the pile of things from his pockets] That's different, though. I ought to know who I am, but I've got no idea.

[has his stamp pad out!] You really don't? [stamps it and hands the card back, a third smiley face joining the other two] I mean, this isn't the first time this has happened or anything, but did anything happen to you? [slips his glasses on after putting the stamp stuff away and peers closely at Nine's face]

[and the card goes back in his pocket!] I really don't. And nothing's happened, I just -- oi, stop that.

Nope. [reaches for Nine's sonic screwdriver since it just so happens to be out]

[:|] Hands off, get your own.

Well that is--well, it was mine. Or will be mine. Never mind.

Now be a good boy and hold still. [just takes out his own and begins scanning Nine's head]

[sits down next to him, a bit concerned at the behaviour he's been witnessing. he has no idea why the Doctor is brooding and emptying his pockets, but he still intends to do something about it]

What's wrong with the banana?

[glances up at Oliver, still looking horribly confused] Nothing's wrong with the banana, but I think something's wrong with me.

[well, that was a great way to make him even more worried] What do you mean? What is it?

[pauses for a moment, then very softly] Who am I, Oliver?

[blinks] What do you mean? You're the Doctor.

Doctor who? [there's no trace of humour in his question -- he's dead serious]

[stares] That's not funny.

[frustrated] I'm not trying to be funny.

But...that is who you are.

Doctor, what is going on?

Oh. That's an odd sort of name. And I don't know...I can't remember anything. Well, no, I can remember some things, just -- not who I am.

[confused] But you remember who I am. How can you not remember you?

[have a helpless shrug, Oliver. He really doesn't like this. :(] I don't know.

[he wishes he knew what to do about it! the Doctor's supposed to be the problem-solver, after all] Okay, well... Let's start with what you do remember. Do you remember where you were? What you were doing?

[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]

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