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.]

[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.

[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.]

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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.

[chosenbydrums]

[Rather telling, that throat-clearing. Way to be smooth, Doctor.]

Support. Right. What would you like? Motivational speaking? An inspirational quote? [Snort. As if.]

[or_timelords]

What? What good would that do? [That is actually a genuine question. What good would an inspirational quote do? In the ways of support, that is.]

[And yes, well. He's never been particularly smooth. You know that.]

[chosenbydrums]

Exactly my point. [Don't ask him, ask a human; they're the ones with entire books devoted to those quotes.] It wouldn't. Hence the sarcasm, in case you missed that.

[or_timelords]

Right. Well, yes. That's not very helpful, either. [Lineface. You're always so deconstructive, Master. It's not very, well. Constructive. And this is getting kind of circular.]

So. In the-- you know. In the TARDIS. You've heard what they're planning, right? You're not going to go along with that. Are you? [Are you? Knowing you, you probably are. But he can't help hoping that you're planning not to.]

[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!

[or_timelords]

Yeah? And what kind of face is that? [No, he's not getting it. Sorry. Literal Time Lord is literal.]

[Eyyyyying the midori.] Maybe you should--drink. Less of that. [He was going to be subtle about it, but it didn't work out. It's true, though. You should drink less of that.]

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.

[midori_me]

Oh, that's who you are. My conscience. [Licks the liquor off of his fingers.]