This poor thing's gotten neglected

[oftroy]

Yes, I completely agree! We've been doing far too little since you made this journal for me.

Now, don't get me wrong, your headspace isn't a bad place and there are a lot of people there. And a lot of the Doctor. [ Snicker. ] That's not supposed to be a correct sentence but there's no other way to put it.

But I see all of them getting to go out and do things while I just sit here completely forgotten, which is really very rude and I should probably be more angry. Still, you say you're going to change that, so I'll forgive you. For now. I've got better things to do than be angry, anyway. Finding adventures, for example. And a friend or two, or three.

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[bossily]

You poor thing, having to share space with someone like Doctor. And a lot of him, no less. I can't imagine what that must be like.

[And she doesn't want to, either. Nope. It sounds awful.]

[oftroy]

Oh, it's brilliant. When they're all in there, it's impossible to be bored. They never stop squabbling.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Which Doctors have you got?

[bossily]

Sounds like they need someone around to distract them from...well, themselves. How many of them are in there, anyway? You make it sound like there's an entire menagerie.

[Still, she'll smile, because she can only imagine the squabbling and the prime mocking material that must provide.]

[oftroy]

Only because there is! There's...

[ She counts quietly on her fingers, mouthing the numbers. ]

Seven of them!

[oftroy]

One, Two, Three, Four, and Nine, Ten and Eleven!

[ofdrumsthesound]

Very nice.

The mun suggests the lot of you try WaysWithWords, but I'd rather you didn't bring too many Doctors with you. Just Ten, maybe?

[initforthemoney]

Tell me about it, sweetheart. This broad's had me locked up in here for years without doing a thing about it. Talk about cabin fever.

[bleedin]

I know. It's bloody tirin', isn't it? Took me out once for one of those "musebox" thingies, then never took me out again. I'm beginning to think I should be insulted.

[oftroy]

[ Oh gosh a talking penguin! This is awesome! ]

Years? Oh, that sounds awful. Do you at least get to go out sometimes?

[ Don't mind her getting up in your space, Frobisher. It's just. Really awesome. ]

[oftroy]

Oh, yes, here too! Well, it was a, hm... An open post, in a musebox. Which was great fun, I got to go to Gallifrey. But it's been quiet for a long time now.

[initforthemoney]

[That's understandable. He is very awesome.]

Yeah, now and again. She waddles me out when another one of the Doctor's friends shows up. Which one do you belong to, then?

[oftroy]

Mmmm, first one. What about you?

[initforthemoney]

The tall one with the ridiculous hair who looks like he got ambushed as a clown convention.

[oftroy]

Oh, I know that one! It's one way to stand out.

[initforthemoney]

He does that, at least. Someone's gotta keep him in line, though, and luckily he's got me.

[oftroy]

He always needs that. Does he make as much noise as mine?

[bleedin]

((ooc: God damn, every time I try to do D_M, I get swallowed up by game tags.))

Gallifrey? Was it all poncy blokes in big robes trying to look important? I only met one Time Lord other than the Doctor.

[oftroy]

((OOC: That's okay apparently so did I.))

[ She giggles. ]

It was, yeah! And nothing useful around whatsoever. It was all clean.