On voice testing and muse unhappiness

[tragic_optimist]

So, you think yourself quite clever, don't you...what did you wish to call yourself? Mun? Mundane?

Whatever your moniker might be, I don't find it or the moniker you've stuck upon me amusing in the least. I am in mourning, in anger at what has happened to me. I have lost my best friend and my great grandson within recent memory. Their loses are fresh and raw wounds on my psyche, and now there are rumblings of war with their murderers by my own people. They can rot for all I care. Susan is the only one of out kind I would have needed, and with Earth the mess it is and the...the loss of Alex is quite the strain on her already. I cannot ask her, no matter how much I actually need companionship, to give up her time and be a compass for me at this point. Nor do I need a dense fool of a human like you to pretend to be me.

You don't understand my pain.

You never will understand it and I demand you leave me be.

Comments

[im_on_a_20]

Holy shit, you're like a god damned, self-pity party! And you're the only man there. Maybe ya should,mi don't know, move on Dawg.

[tragic_optimist]

You're assuming I had a choice in the matter of being forced into this ridiculous place. And frankly, Mister Jackson, you have very little to say on the matter.

You are Andrew Jackson, are you not? The swagger and brashness are hallmarks of your presidency, as is that ridiculous get-up. And of moving on, I just had my best friend die, as did my great-grandson. And you, mister "I won't rest until the Bank of the United States is dead" would tell me to move on? Poppycock.

[im_on_a_20]

Yeah, I fuckin' do. Ya know why? 'Cause that way you can focus all your attention on cappin' the punk-ass bitches who did it.

[You're talking to a guy whose only regret in life was that he couldn't kill enough people.]

'Sides, does it look like I fuckin' moved on, Dawg? I'm still here godamnit, talkin' to a ninny like yourself.

[tragic_optimist]

I already "capped" them. Or rather, Lucie did quite a bit of the work. Temporal vortexes and idiot time lords can do that.

And funny that you so worried about what a "ninny" like myself is doing. Go on and lead your nation to the worst slaughter of it's native peoples to date. Genocide is what you're good for, and I can't wait to see you eat your own words.

[im_on_a_20]

Them stop fuckin' whining and go cap some more mofo's. Like those damned tin cans with the annoying voices.

[Maybe he watches a bit of Doctor Who. Maybe he is a bit of a fan.]

Been there, done that. Don't regret much of a thing...besides the fact that I ain't allowed in the Hard Rock.

[tragic_optimist]

*The Doctor opens his mouth to argue a bit more, but then stops.*

You said "tin cans with annoying voices. You died in 1845. There may have been an incursion or two of Silurians and the like, but you would have had no idea what a Dalek was. How did you know that? I've traveled with important historical figures before, but I've never had you along for the ride.

*There is a moments pause*

Tell me, how do you know of the Daleks?

[im_on_a_20]

[It is probably for the best that he has never had Jackson along for the ride. Otherwise everything around them would be dead, on fire, exploding or a combination there of...On second The Doctor should invite Andy along.]

Well obviously I watch your show, Homie.

[tragic_optimist]

My...show?

Am I entertainment where you come from? I've seen universes where this has happened and those were quite eerie as is, but in a world where some anachronistic Andrew Jackson who keeps calling me..."Homie" is quite the odd place indeed.

[im_on_a_20]

Yeah, ya kinda are. Whenever it's your slot on the television, Tesla always has got to make sure that he has it to himself. Also, I ain't outta place.

[tragic_optimist]

Tesla? As in Nikola Tesla? He is far past your time, and-

Sorry, thinking a bit laterally. Not quite healthy for one such as myself. And I never said you were out of place. A bit anachronistic, for certain, but there are usually perfectly logical explanations for this sort of thing.

So what was it? Broken time loop? Renegade Time Lord with a pachaunt for American History?