[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.

Comments

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, is it? You are aware there's more than one of you claiming that title, hm?

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Who else is there? There's only one Doctor, and that's me.

Unless people just call this person "Doctor" and don't bother to use the rest of their name; that's a bit rude, don't you think?

[Perma-voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

You'll just have to take that up with him, now won't you?

[Same. 8D]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Hm, maybe. He doesn't happen to like fish custard, does he?

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

I'll have to ask him.

[Voice][Private]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

My only conversation with him revolved around someone called "The Master.' He seemed very worried.

[Voice][Private]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

[a long pause, then]

The Master? I'll have to see about that. Thanks.

[Voice][Private]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome.

So...just why do you both go by the same title?

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's because we're the same person. It's happened before; it'll probably happen again.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

...The same person? That must get rather confusing.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Not really. It's like looking back through a photo album, only the photos are people.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with what a photograph is.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

It's an image on a special sort of paper.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

You're better at explaining these things than most.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Thank you; I've had a lot of practice.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

It does sound that way.

I do agree with what you said though, about the air smelling...off.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

It smells like... I dunno. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was magic.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

...Magic?

And what makes you think you do know better?

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Because that's ridiculous; magic doesn't -

But it might. Ah-ha!

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

Do you have another explanation?

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

A temporal-spatial distortion, perhaps? An alien computer? I don't know; it could be anything. Something doesn't make sense; I'm going to go have a look at it as soon as I'm able. Maybe I'll poke it with a stick.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

A stick?

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Yes, a nice big stick. Or maybe my foot; I haven't decided yet.

[Voice]

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

And has that worked in the before?