I Just Had To Cause It's So Awesome.

[who_knows]

Well, this is rather an unexpected pleasure. You've been playing about with me when I was so very young, why should I when I'm old be any different?

I do hope you're not expecting me to go charging off. I fear those days are long over. Though I think I wouldn't mind trying. I certainly didn't stop the last time I had this face, did I? Heh.

Go ahead then, dear fellow. I expect great things of you.
 

Comments

SQUEAKS.

[intending]

Well, look at you — "The Great Curator", was it? Extraordinary.

I had to muse him, such a cool idea. Played Four before as well.

[who_knows]

Why thank you, though I don't know if I'm quite that great as I used to be. Ah, I recall that face. How long since it started for you?

absolutely brilliant. so pleased to see him about.

[intending]

If I'm being at all honest, yours is a face meant for greatness.

—Ah, an excellent question. This daft face has been around rather a long time. Some might say too long. But I have never been of the majority, myself.

Thanks! I like playing the Doctors, any of them.

[who_knows]

After so many great lives, I thought it might finally be time to settle a little. But I was never good at being a boring old duffer, as well you know.

Don't fret, you've done wonders, as all of us did. Have. Will. Oh, tenses are so various in times like this, aren't they?

[intending]

Oh, I am very much aware, yes. Still, not a bad place to set up shop, is it? It's very — me.

Like this? Personally, I'd go so far as to say their variety never really ends in a life like ours, but with every new face does come new opinion.

[who_knows]

Well UNIT did some good for me before so I thought I could lend them a hand as best I could. Very us indeed.

Well chin up, my dear boy. Dark times to come but lighter ones to follow, and that's as much as I can say.

[sexyoldgirl]

[Oh just look at him! His face is so much older but he's still so young. Don't mind her, straightening his coat.]

I have to wonder if anyone noticed.

[who_knows]

[The Doc-Curator could be a million years old - and he feels it some times - and he'd still be the TARDIS's young fellow. And not at all, nice to have a pretty TARDIS to help him.]

Noticed what, exactly?

[sexyoldgirl]

[No matter what the name, he will always be hers. Name, age - it doesn't matter to her. She smiles.]

The art on the wall next to the painting at the end. The roundels.

[who_knows]

[And he hers, the oldest girl is always the prettiest. His grin widens at that.]

Ahhhh, yes. My own fellow hadn't thought of that. I suspect he thought you'd be my study rooms or something, but sometimes the secrets are right in front of you.

[sexyoldgirl]

[A boy and his box. From beginning to end. That makes her laugh lightly.]

Mine tends to notice these things. A good accompany piece to sit next to the painting, if you ask me.

As for that, you know where ever you go I'm sure to be not far away.

[who_knows]

[They were always like an old married couple in a way, and now it's pretty much the case. Whenever the end happens to be be, and it may be sooner than later now, they'll be together.]

Precisely, I was always fond of the round things.... still have no idea what they're for. Ha.

Just because I'm a Curator now doesn't mean we can't afford to have the occasional trip. We need to clean up after the young ones after all.

[sexyoldgirl]

[She'll never leave him. Even when the end comes. She will be his grave - his monument. But it's not a moment the TARDIS likes to think about.]

I thought they looked nice. [Is that a good reason? Well, it's not the only one.]

And if we happen to procure an odd thing or two for the museum in the process... Who's to complain?

[who_knows]

[Nor the Curator, though he doesn't fear death or anything of the sort. Too many near ones to worry much.]

Of course they do, and I know you know what's best, hey?

Exactly. Especially if it keeps some less pleasant things out of enemy hands. Don't want to give the Daleks or the Cybermen the keys to destroying reality again, do we. Now, perhaps it's time for some tea.

[creator_of_the_daleks]

So Doctor, You've returned to the face you wore when we first met on Skaro all those thousands of years ago....

[who_knows]

It is one of my favourites. You of course appear to be as unpleasantly evil as ever, I think.

[riverborntorun]

Should've expected this. You and museums, always trying to keep score. I suppose you're certainly winning now, aren't you?

[who_knows]

Of course, if I was ever going to settle down then somewhere almost as old as I am sounded just right. I fear that after so many lifetimes and centuries I'm not about to put a number on things these days. Regardless, it's nice to see you again, River. And how is the adventuring going?

[riverborntorun]

Quite well, thank you. Of course I have to balance it between teaching now, but...well, you know me. I always fine the time for the things I want.

[She smiles.] It's good to see you again too, sweetie.

Gah, sorry for the delay.

[who_knows]

As do I, generally. I still have the old girl parked where I want her to be, just in case.

Oh likewise. I hope I don't seem too old these days, my dear.

no problem!

[riverborntorun]

[She chuckles, reaching to tenderly touch his cheek.] Technically speaking, you were always "too old" for me.

But no, love. A few more wrinkles aside, you look good for your age.

eeeeeee

[aciculated]

... Doctor?

[Puzzled Leea is puzzled, and under the puzzlement, cautiously delighted. This man sounds like her Doctor, but even without the sight to see his face, she can tell he's not the same man she first met those many years before.]

;) FYI have not heard Gallifrey yet though I know about the going blind thing

[who_knows]

[Oh, Leela, hello to you noble savage, the Curator smiles kindly as he takes her hand in his.]

Hello Leela. Well it's the Curator now. I hope that doesn't make me seem so terribly dusty, but even Time Lords like me have to sit down eventually. Theoetically speaking.

do you care about spoilers? other than the going blind thing, obviously

[aciculated]

[The grip of his hand on hers is unexpected, but Leela does not startle beyond a brief twitch and a blink, and soon after relaxes, smiling herself.]

The Curator? So you have become a Time Lord at last. [The tone is only a little mocking, and fondly so.] Why does your voice sound like it did when I first knew you? I did not think Time Lords could regenerate into a form they have already had.

Sorry for the delay! And not at all.

[who_knows]

[He's happy to see her smile, despite her situation, holding her hand gently in his weathered one.]

Oh I don't know about that, being a Time Lord never really agreed with me. But I did realise some time ago the running and universe saving was best saved to the younger ones if possible. Well I thought an old face would be pleasant. I would tell you how I managed it, I really would, but some secrets simply have to be kept. In any case it's wonderful to meet you again. I'm sorry about Andred and the War.

[aciculated]

It was a good face.

[Leela has since met other Doctors; kinder, rougher, graver, sillier, fonder of pomp and long words, but she will always have a soft spot for the first one she knew. So she still smiles, though the expression becomes both wistful and a little harder when he mentions Andred and the war. War with a lower case w, for her. Though she's heard of this Last Great Time War, she's yet to live through it.]

The war is over now. At least, the war with Pandora. There are others who wish to start another, but it is easier to fight aliens than evil spirits.

[who_knows]

I like to think so. Good, good, terrible things wars, if I were you I would do your part but know when they're getting too far. I think it's fair to say you can trust Romana's judgement, the lady tends to know what she's doing for a President of Gallifrey, and those are usually dreadfully imcompetant.

Still, I have missed our excursions together. I sometimes think about popping back to the 1890's and giving Litefoot and Jago a call, though I imagine that would raise all sorts of temporally driven questions.