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.

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Doctors Daughter! :D

[tragic_optimist]

No, no they aren't. But...it's not the fact that they're human, but the fact that I have lost them the way I did. I have been fighting Daleks for centuries now, I should know all their daft little tricks, and yet...I cannot prevent so many deaths at their hands. The Web of Time, Fixed Points, whatever you wish to call it, it' a fickle thing.

Ah, but you must not mind an old man yammering. I'm The Doctor. Who might you be?

Salutations!

[anomalism]

Oh. That's different. You've got my sympathies for your loss. [ Head tilt. ] Daleks are nasty pieces of work, so I hear. Haven't run into any yet. Willing to share any advice for getting rid of the things?


You're not the Doctor. You don't have his face.

Re: Salutations!

[tragic_optimist]

Run. Never try to reason with them. And I did mention the running, yes? Even people experienced in fighting Daleks do poorly in direct combat with them.

It seems you are another who knows me from another face, one later than my current time. But I assure you that I am indeed the Doctor. Unlike those I lost, I have a gift for surviving and changing faces.

[anomalism]

Oh, running. Running is brilliant. I love the running. But why run from them?


So you die and come back as well, then. Like my Doctor.

[tragic_optimist]

Their armor is nearly impenetrable, even to Time Lord technology. Their weapons kill and vaporize instantly. And they have no concept of mercy. They hate anything that is not Dalek.

Your Doctor. That's quite the statement that I'm yours. Tell me, are you a future companion of mine? Do we save some corner of the cosmos together?

[anomalism]

[ It's on the tip of her tongue to suggest developing weapons that will penetrate impossible armor, that will disintegrate these Daleks into nothing. Martial ability is encoded into her genes, after all. But Jenny is also a Time Lord - and she knows better, thanks to him. So she just nods. ] I'll keep that in mind.

No. Well, sort of. He's my dad.

[tragic_optimist]

*Now THAT will get a reaction out of the Doctor*

He-I-I become a father again? Oh, that is wonderful news! After everything that I had gone through, I find the time to become a father again! That is surprising news, indeed! I have so many questions to ask you! Who is your mother? Are she and I in a long term relationship or were we ships passing in the night? Are you full Time Lord? Part?