forever alone. i mean homeless.

[or_timelords]

That didn't last long, did it?

Six tags. Six tiny tags before you lose interest. Yes, yes, I know, you haven't lost interest. You're just not sure if you have my voice down. What's that even supposed to mean, by the way? I've got my voice down. Beautifully, perfectly, there's nothing wrong with my voice. I could sing the Queen of the Night's second aria with my voice, except not, because you won't let me. I can't do anything unless you let me. Can you even imagine how frustrating that is? You tell people that you know me inside and out; well, if you do, you should know that I like to keep busy. Sitting in the back of your head watching dustbunnies collect in the corners of your brain isn't really my definition of keeping busy.

Brains so do have corners. I've lived in one for over three years; I should know.

Anyway. Finish the thread, yeah? You want to finish the thread. You keep saying you do, and I live in your head, so I know you're telling the truth. Just go and do it! And stop letting the other one talk to Sherlock Holmes. It's always him who gets to meet all the interesting people. He needs to stop hogging all the attention; other people want to get out, too. At least occasionally.

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[midori_me]

You want attention?

[Peter is wearing his robe, as usual when he's kicking back in the magical mystical meta multiverse. Multimerse. The multimerse. The mesmerizing multimerse and its many miracles.]

[or_timelords]

[--- what? He was ranting. :| You've derailed his train of thoughts.]

Yes. Of course, yes. Who are you?

[Give him another moment or two and he'll realize that the reason for his disorientation is that you look like him. Except for your clothes; those do not look like him. At all. Not in the slightest.]

[midori_me]

Guess. [He smiles, loopy and remarkably drunk. People keep looking like him. It's weird.] Go on. What's my birthday?

[or_timelords]

I'm not-- [What?] How should I know?

You're human. [Which means that while you look like him, you aren't him. That's sort of a relief.] What's your name?

[midori_me]

Peter Vincent. Though 'm thinking about changing it. Maybe John Doe. What d'you think? [Hello, midori. He will have more of you.]

[or_timelords]

John Doe? I dunno. [Pursing his lips and scrunching up his nose.] It's a bit common, isn't it? And not in the way John Smith is. John Smith is common in a good way. John Doe is just--common.

[And have a curious frown.] Why do you want to change your name?

[The midori the Doctor will just eye for now. He might comment on it later.]

[midori_me]

Because I have that kind of face. [Giving you a come-on-get-the-obvious-sarcastic-joke semi-sneer.]

[And accidentally pouring some midori on his hand.] Whoops!

[donna_noble]

Remind me to never let you rant. God, I thought you had a gob on before, but now? Seriously, Doctor... Is that what it's like in your head?

[or_timelords]

Is what what it's like? I'm just talking, it's not like-- hello! Hello, Donna.

[Right, you're Donna. He mind-wiped you. It was awkward and emotional and his features will go through several expressions ranging from surprised to pained to worried before he'll settle on vaguely somber.] Donna Noble. [. . . never mind somber. Have a grin! And an offer of a hug.] Long time no see; hello!

And which oh which version of my Donna to offer XD Mircale Day fix it is

[donna_noble]

[She'll hug him and as she does she'll whisper in his ear.]

It's okay. I know why you ran. I forgive you.

Aah, haven't seen all of Miracle Day yet! If possible, please avoid major spoilers after episode 6?

[or_timelords]

[Erk. Erk, you're bringing it up. That's awkward. He'll get all stiff and tense in the embrace and pull back as soon as he can without seeming impolite. Have a nervous, twitchy smile.]

Yes. Yes, well, so. [What to say now? You remember him; that's good. And surprising. He doesn't want to ask about that, though, because oh god, so awkward. He'll just--go with lame. Lame may not be good, but it's easy.] How're you doing?

That's about where Donna is anyway, so that works :)

[donna_noble]

[Donna pulls back when he does and watches him while he fidgets and all the emotions play across his face. When he does speak, it's the most mundane question ever, so she slaps him. Not hard, more to shock him.]

Doctor! Pull yourself together.

[Then she smiles.]

I haven't wanted for anything material... thanks to you.

[ofdrumsthesound]

At least you're out now, yeah?

[chosenbydrums]

Coward.

[He's not buying this mun-getting-the-voice-down thing. You're obviously just intimidated by his raw sexual magnetism.]

[or_timelords]

I am not!

[Oi! He just spent four long paragraphs--well. Two long paragraphs and two single-sentence paragraphs yelling at his mun to let him finish the thread. He wouldn't be doing that if he were trying to avoid your, uh. Raw sexual magnetism, as you call it, even though he'd argue with that description. If he'd heard it.]

[chosenbydrums]

How does it go? "The lady doth protest too much, methinks"?

[Not that he really minds your version of events. He has no problem with people being desperate to be around him. Which is how he'll choose to interpret those two long paragraphs and two single-sentence paragraphs, if the "coward" interpretation stops being fun.]

[or_timelords]

I'm not a lady, either. You know that better than anyone. Almost anyone. Better than most.

[Not better than anyone, since you're not the only one who's ever seen him naked.]

[chosenbydrums]

Please. You were probably the inspiration for that line. He would know, wouldn't he? He fancied you.

[No, before you even think it, he is so not jealous of Shakespeare.]

It might help if you refreshed my memory. Oh, wait, I forgot-- you can't.

[or_timelords]

What? Just because he fancied me, doesn't mean I-- [It does, though. At least in this case. He clears his throat.]

Anyway. You're right. I can't. Not if she won't let me. I'm trying, here. I'm working on it. A little support, maybe? Might be more constructive than what you're doing.

[captjacksparrow]

[Have a suspicious, pirate-y stare, Time Lord.] You look oddly familiar.

[or_timelords]

Do I? [Turning around; hi! Have a broad smile.] Hello, I'm the Doctor. Who are you?

[captjacksparrow]

[That suspicious expression, it will just become—even more ingrained. It's a wonder what his eyebrow muscles can do. Yes. The Doctor. He knows. They've already covered this, a long time ago. ...Didn't they? Only one way to tell.]

Smith. John Smith, if you prefer. [With the wave of a hand and a swagger. His hips: also amazing. Have their own reputation in eight cities. Is this triggering your memory at all?]

[or_timelords]

Really? [Oh, that's just delightful.] I used to go by that name. Sometimes. Occasionally. It's two names, no? Some things need two names. First, last, some humans get so confused when you don't have both. John Smith, very versatile. [He's going to hold out a hand and smile broadly.]

Hello, John. [Shake?]

[captjacksparrow]

[Apparently that didn't do the trick. More drastic measures are called for. The hand he regards dubiously.]

Had bad luck with that in the past. [You know how that goes. Being a pirate. Having a brand. Makes shaking hands dangerous. He'll decline right now.] On Gallifrey. Before the War. [He'll just—mention that. Casually. Does that ring any bells?]

[or_timelords]

[ . . . right. He's going to straighten up, all playfulness and casual friendliness gone from his face and posture. His eyes are intent, his eyebrows drawn together.]

Who are you?

[You're human. Your telepathic signature is nonexistent, your placement and position in spacetime is that of a human. You're not a Time Lord. He could tell if you were, so who are you?]