On the Doctor Who 50th

[ninth_doctor]

I agree. It is hugely arrogant of that human to believe he can just rewrite my whole life like that.

But you don't 'ave to worry about that with me. After all, I didn't know about any of that either. So, never you fear, you do what you like. If he can "erase" all my pain'n suffering like that, then you can pretend this episode never 'appened.

And yes, that other one was much more true to what a 50th Celebration should be!

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[dorkwolf]

But it did happen. You saved them. You don't know it yet, but you will do one day. Four hundred years, and you remember you saved them. Help save them again. Twice over.

But you're right, it's a bit rubbish.

[ninth_doctor]

[Long hard look, "Rose-wannabe".]

Why should I listen to you? 'E bastardised you too, and your name-sake and... My TARDIS, because of what you called yourself.

[Oh, he's just getting more angry.]

[dorkwolf]

[ Pfft, how rude. She was trying to be helpful by taking the form of someone important to you. She rather thinks that's a compliment to your pint-sized companion. ]

I did say I wasn't Rose Tyler. I just look like her because she looks like the big Bad Wolf. What's wrong with your TARDIS? I liked the round thingies.

[ ooc: I am so sorry for my lack of icons, I'm waiting on screencaps atm. /weep ]

[mascaras]

Dunno if my mun is ever gonna recover. Think she's more in shock than anything.

It's all good on icons :D

[ninth_doctor]

Do you really think I don't know that "Bad Wolf" was the merging between you an' my TARDIS?

[It's bad to get between a Doctor and his TARDIS. Moff and all associated with him are now on Nine's list.]

[ninth_doctor]

My mun has seen every single available episode of Doctor Who. To say she's pissed would be an understatement.

I used to think it was hard to cheer me up, I don't think there's 'ope for her at this point.

[dorkwolf]

I didn't say I was the real Bad Wolf, either. Technically I'm from Gallifrey, like you are. Or parts of me are. I could look like anything. I could look like you.

That would be a rubbish consciousness.

[ninth_doctor]

You do realise this is your fault, right? After all, that many didn't want to do regretful and broody any more. So it was easier t'just rewrite the whole thing.

[Yes, he's upset. Basically he feels erased - in more ways than one. As long as that Other Doctor or the Newest Doctor don't show up, it should be fine.]

[ninth_doctor]

Oi!

[But that was more of an "I'm expected to be offended." Response.]

No, but you were.... what you were. And, really, there are so many loop-holes now, maybe the whole thing was a delusion based on the potion the Sisterhood gave me.

[That's going to be this mun's "fixit"]

[ninth_doctor]

[Oh... really, trying to negotiate with yourself? Do you remember what it was like?]

Yes! There are rules and laws for a reason...

[But his newer self won't understand that. Nine has to make him see.]

Doing what you did.... makes you no better than Rassilon was, in the end. Did you go out and save the countless other species the Daleks were attacking, or just your own? Did you conveniently forget that the Time War was....

[He holds up a hand.]

Never mind. You're the forgetful one, you probably did.

[dorkwolf]

I'm the Moment.

No I'm not, that's rubbish. I'm the interface. The Big Red Button, or something. The consciousness. The conscience. But that's you isn't it? All loopholes and paradoxes and rewriting history.

Nothing's ever perfect.

[eighthmanbound]

Yes. Well, both of us--

Pub?

[ninth_doctor]

About the only thing that arrogant human got right was that The Moment wasn't a button and took an act of Will to activate. And the Will had to be strong enough to withstand you. The sentient interface.

[That much he does remember.]

[ninth_doctor]

You more than me, if you asked my mun.

[The first hint of a smile to be seen all night. It would be Eight to allow it.]

Your TARDIS or mine?

[beforethewar]

What exactly did I kill myself for again?

[Yes, he's displeased.]

[dorkwolf]

[ Her face contorts into a pout. A pout that seems oddly proud, ironically. ]

You make it sound like I'm horrible. I think you did okay, making the better decisions in the end. It could have gone both ways, you know. The Moment is me, and isn't me, and even I don't like it.

[ninth_doctor]

Apparently nothing. And I wasn't born in blood and anger and revenge after all.

But, don't worry! We should feel happy and glad that Gallifrey is safe... along with Rassilon... and all the Daleks that didn't destroy each other when Gallifrey was taken.

[His fake cheerfulness is quickly falling into bitter anger.]

Oh and you know, all those other species we ended up saving? I bet they all die now. But we should be 'Appy!

[ninth_doctor]

[She shouldn't let his admiration go to her head.]

Well, it did go both ways, didn't it. It went one way for me and another for him.

[dorkwolf]

Same way for you. You just don't remember now, unfortunately. Timelines. [ She juts her tongue out in a vaguely gag-like motion. ] They're still gone. Just in a different way, now. It's why you can't here them up here.

[ She reaches up and taps at his temple. ]

If it's a consolation, my writer thinks the whole thing's rubbish too. But you make due with it.

[beforethewar]

Yes, wasn't there a damned good reason it was ended this way?

What was this man thinking??

And Gallifrey isn't safe. It's trapped in a moment of being ravaged by Daleks. How exactly is this better?

[ninth_doctor]

[Excuse Nine as he rolls his eyes - HARD.]

Y'think I didn't have that same choice t'make? And you really think that removing Gallifrey rather than using The Moment is gonna protect the Universe from the Daleks that remain? Really?

I become rather idiotic in my old age. "Punishment will be to live - to survive it." Indeed. She didn't say I'd grow into a selfish idiot.

[This Nine is fairly fresh from using The Moment, so all that blood and anger and revenge is stewing nicely at this point.]

[ninth_doctor]

Human arrogance. Doesn't know when to leave well enough alone.

[Well, the tap tames the raw anger to a moody pout, at least.]