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[movingrightalong]

So you aren't going to be able to watch the special with your mates. You work in a shop. That's exciting. Putting boxes away, talking to people, helping them with...things. You're busy and life...life is really full of adventures wherever you choose to find them. That is, except on Sundays and the occasional Thursday.

Right, anyway, you're busy, and I've never been all that good at waiting about. Are you sure this the best time to decide to take me on? Well, there's never really a right time or a wrong time for anything, if you think of it all a certain way, only moments that are a little less bumpy.

Getting a bit more to the point, if you're so intent on paying for this account and using all twelve of my faces (we'll say twelve, because that thing we'd rather not be not talking about, he doesn't really count as ...well, no need to dwell just yet), you'd better get on with watching me right from the very beginning again. That's right, back to when I was young and surprisingly less spry.

[ a quiet sigh, and a hint of a melancholic smile. ]

I do miss Ian and Barbara, and it could be nice to see Susan again.

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[ofdrumsthesound]

There are a lot of people it would be nice to see again, I'm sure.

[poeticandpedantic]

All twelve of us, goodness, your writer is an ambitious thing. Though it is nice to come across someone who appreciates me for all of myself; those perceptive enough seem to be surprisingly sparse.

[movingrightalong]

Why hello there, look at us, in all those colors. We'll have to see where this ambition takes her, it's not always a bad thing.

[poeticandpedantic]

Oh, no, no, not at all; ambition is the root of all greatness. Otherwise we'd all simply sit about like lumps, content in doing nothing.

[The comment about the coat gets a rather smug little smile, and the Doctor adjusts his cuffs unnecessarily. The last Eleven he'd met had been so enamoured of his coat that he'd asked to try it on; a vast improvement, the Doctor thought, on the legions of Selves in the multiverse who habitually sneer at his towering sartorial sensibilities.]

[movingrightalong]

[ He does love that coat. He considers, for the moment, digging it out of the closet and giving it another go. For now though, he's just going to straighten that lapels of said quote, smooth them out even though they don't need smoothing. ]

Yes and no, depending on the sort of ambition. Rassilon was full of ambition. And the Rani, and...others we've known. Awful, terrible ambition, but they had it. Ambition has its price, you'll find when you're older. Might be better to just keep running away from it, 'ey?

[poeticandpedantic]

[Hello invasion of space. From anybody else, the Doctor might object, but, well, it is himSelf. Personal space takes on a slightly different meaning in such circumstances.]

Yes, yes, and Davros, and every other wicked dictator and megalomaniac we've ever met over our long and varied career, but you know as well as I that such things are the result of complex intertesselation! It's not the ambition itself that's evil, it's what is done with it.

[And really, that's a curious attitude to find in a Self, and the Doctor gives him a narrow look.]

We should never have left Gallifrey without our ambition to make more of ourselves than the Time Lords dictated.

[badwolfs]

Miss me, too?

[movingrightalong]

[ too much, though perhaps not as much as he did before, in his last body. That one clung too hard, and even though he knew better than to get so attached, it had still happened.

He's not sure he regrets it entirely. His smile is small, melancholic.]

And what sort of universe would it be if I didn't always miss you, 'ey?

[badwolfs]

Bit boring, right?

For the record, tho'— think the chin is charming.

[movingrightalong]

Of course it's charming, it's on my face isn't it!

[badwolfs]

I just know you've gotten a bit of flack for it is all!

[riverborntorun]

Taking a stroll down memory lane, are we?

[movingrightalong]

Bit of a stroll. More like hopscotch really, if we're going to compare it to anything.

[riverborntorun]

Mind if I join along for a hop or two?

[movingrightalong]

[ He smiles at her, that smile he gives when he's about to say no, softly. ]

Maybe next time. It's been a while since I've stretched these old legs, who knows what I might uncover. Might be embarrassing.

[riverborntorun]

That's exactly the appeal, isn't it? [She smiles back in her knowing way.]

Ah, well. I'll uncover all your secrets one day, Doctor. Or I'll die trying. Either way, loads of fun.

[syncopath]

[disgusted noise]

Ugh, I can barely handle one of your faces, let alone twelve. Or is it thirteen? Twelve-and-a-half, maybe?

[movingrightalong]

[ well fourteen and a half if we consider the Valeyard and his reuse of his fourth face further into his future, but that's all technicality, and technicality he would rather avoid, thanks, so... ]

Thirteen, but you know I can't keep up with you. What's that one now, sixteen? eighteen?

[syncopath]

[proud isn't the word; he looks positively smug]

Now, now. That would be against the rules, wouldn't it? Then again...

[and then he shrugs, faux casual-like]

I suppose there's no one left to keep count.

[movingrightalong]

[ ah, but now, the Doctor smiles, a combination of excitement and smug mirth creeping out of the darkness. ]

It's funny you say that. There's no one left to keep count. I thought the same, for far too long, but you know...turns out we might have been wrong.

[syncopath]

[cheeky bastard. you've completely caught him off-guard, and it takes him a moment to recover.]

Oh? Has another of us crawled out of the woodwork? Or are you referring to your feral little wife? Because you and I both know she doesn't count.

i made this just 4 u; 5 points if you guess who it is

[identities]

Suppose everything's got a beginning, hasn't it? Even you, Doctor. Still. Seems an awful lot of catching up to do.

omg but i am so bad at guessing

[movingrightalong]

Twelve hundred and something years is quite a lot, though I've known my share older than I am. Some even make me look like a baby, if you'd believe it. And not one of them, in all my life, hasn't had a beginning somewhere in the universe, or occasionally adjacent to it.

well then i will remain ~a mystery~

[identities]

Supposed even the universe has one, hasn't it? Have you ever gone back to see it? [ the marvel in her voice says it all; the realization that there's so much, it's no wonder 1200 years and he still hasn't grown tired of it. there's so much to see. ]

gdi just tell me i can't handle the suspense

[movingrightalong]

I did, once, but it's tricky, given the volatile nature of early compounds and the fact that I've still got to be able to breathe. It's hard work for the old girl, keeping all of those electrons contained and not bumping around, chatting up other electrons that could create particles that shouldn't exist yet.

[ that might have been a lecture he had been given once when he was a child, but maybe he made that memory up over the years. He's not sure. ]