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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.

[badwolfs]

Miss me, too?

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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!

[movingrightalong]

Hrmph, well, right, I have, but it could be worse, I could have Rory's nose. Or imagine me with a bowl cut! Did that once.

[badwolfs]

Think I'd be a proper fan of any face of yours, at this point, really.

[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.]

[riverborntorun]

Mind if I join along for a hop or two?

[movingrightalong]

You know you say that.

[ He says with a smile and a tap of her nose. ]

[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?

[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.

[badwolfs]

And mean it, of course.

[ her nose scrunches up and she returns the gesture in kind, ruffling up the swoop of his hair across his forehead fondly. ]

Always with the great hair, this man.

[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.

[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.

[movingrightalong]

[ he taps her nose with a smile, even though dammit River why do you have to say things like that? ] It'll be an adventure, I promise.

[movingrightalong]

Yes, yes, obviously, but we did alright without our ambition. More than alright, really, all things considered.

[ A sense of personal space: something that went with age. personal space and common sense, the first things to go when a time-lord starts getting senile.

and he sees that look, Self, and oh he's never been on the other end of it, so that's how that look looks! He meets that look with one of his own, mildly sheepish, and turns that frown right upside down! Look at that smile, Doctor, it's going to be yours soon, with the whole gangly package. ]

Also a sandwich. Never leave home without a Sandwich. If we had a sandwich, just imagine, we might never have ended up where we did. A sandwich to change the tide of time.

[riverborntorun]

[Because Steven Moffat makes everything hurt reasons. Her nose twitches a little in response, and she chuckles.]

You know I'm going to hold you to that.

[poeticandpedantic]

I meant, [He suspects the Doctor is misunderstanding him intentionally] we never would have left at all, if we hadn't been ambitious, hadn't-- aspired to greater things.

[The Doctor is not going to be so easily distracted, no sir, and he presses mulishly ahead, though his tone remains musing and academic.]

I have always thought that we've been fortunate in that any darker side to our ambition has been tempered by our many other fine qualities. [Unbidden, the thought of the Valeyard occurs to him, and he scowls darkly.] Or occasionally our own self, when needs must. What have we been doing that you've been so put off the concept, hmm?

[syncopath]

[disgusted noise]

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