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[foughtthedaleks]

My, my, rather quick on the trigger aren't we? I'm flattered. Touched, really, that you'd think so much of me so quickly.

Now, then, off to bed with you. You can see me again tomorrow, I'm sure someone will have uploaded the episode by then. Don't be sad! I went triumphantly, didn't I, genius to the last? I'll live on forever here, that's a gift you've given me. So just go to sleep, and in the morning-- soufflé!

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[ofdrumsthesound]

Anyone who fights Daleks is okay with me.

Well, okay-ish.

[foughtthedaleks]

Good to hear! [Except maybe not, seeing as she is technically, on the outside anyway, Dalek.]

Though what if the line's a bit blurred?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Blurred how?

[foughtthedaleks]

Blurred between what's Dalek and what isn't?

[ofdrumsthesound]

They don't like that. It angers them, mostly.

[foughtthedaleks]

Less so than you would think, anymore. Though not always in ways they planned.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Daleks are always angry, mind . . .

Really? What changed?

Sob sob. Oswin rocks, man.

[nagant]

"Soufflé"? The hells is a "soufflé"?

doesnt she just?

[foughtthedaleks]

It's a pastry. French. Bit tricky to make, I'm still mastering it myself.

[nagant]

[Honey, you're talking to the single biggest pastry addict in her entire hometown. Mosin grins widely.] Well shoot, let me know when you do. We'll pig out on pastries.

[foughtthedaleks]

Ah. Now, that may be difficult. My soufflés are a bit... metaphoric lately. I don't have the [limbs] ingredients for any real ones. But I can walk you through how to make your own! I'm real good at that.

[nagant]

[Poor dear.] Must be hard for you to do. [What with the no limbs and all.] Tell you what. Gimme a sec to find my notetaker, and let me see what I can do.

-Mosin, by the way. Or Nell Mays. Whichever you prefer.

[foughtthedaleks]

It's a pleasure. Oswin Oswald. Or you could call me "soufflé girl" like this one bloke used to, but that's a bit on the nose, don't you think?

[ofgallifrey]

I think my mun's still a bit... at a loss for words to actually give me something to say to you. Whether or not I should know about the content of what actually happened, or if I shouldn't because I haven't actually experienced it yet for myself... Well, let's just play vague and I'll go with saying my mun likes you a lot and hopes to see you again. And I... well, I'm sure I will. Pretty sure. And I don't mean me here as much as I do me there with the - the chin and the bowtie and the... married couple.

[foughtthedaleks]

So you're with the chin man then? No... you are the chin man? That's interesting; I'm sure there's a story behind that. Or at least some reason my mun's grinning fondly and babbling on about numbers. Do "ten" and "eleven" have anything to do with it?

[ofgallifrey]

Yes! Ten, that's me. Hello! Wonderful to meet you. Oswin, was it?

[foughtthedaleks]

Oswin Oswald, at your service. Grand to meet you, Mister Ten. Or is it Doctor Ten? Or just Doctor? Chin-you rambled a bit and we never did get a chance for proper introductions.

And ohh, that hair. Is this a thing with you and your friends, then? The chin, the hair, the nose, and the... ginger... the legs? ...the Scottish? That one breaks the pattern of a single defining characteristic.

[ofgallifrey]

Do you like it? The hair, I mean.

And just the Doctor, although since you know another me I don't mind you calling me a variation of Doctor Ten. Keeps things less confusing that way. And it is very lovely to meet you, if I might add.

[foughtthedaleks]

Oh, it's fab. Completely. Are there many of you running around? Presumably at least nine more just to get to you.

The pleasure's all mine, dear Doctor. You lot are a whole lot more interesting that the company I've had-- or rather haven't had-- lately.

[ofgallifrey]

You're lucky, you know. Not many people get to meet more than one of me, and very few get any more than that. Although it seems the case is a bit different here and the way reality allows itself to exist in this timeless state allows for more... well, me, than normal. Much more me than normal. But that's also true for any number of people with this place.

[foughtthedaleks]

I'm twice as lucky as Nose and Legs? I'm honored. And I'm not going to complain about the nebulous nature of this reality, it's been pretty beneficial for me so far.

[ofgallifrey]

Has it? That's good to hear. I'm sure this reality appreciates it, as it doesn't get to hear it all that much. And I'm assuming you're talking about the Ponds, from what little I know of them. Aaand considering I get to say that, yeah, you are. Congratulations, Oswin Oswald.

[hasbottombunk]

[he's sad facing like he does, but...]

It was pretty brilliant.

[foughtthedaleks]

Why thank you, Nina. It's like they say, the nose knows.

[hasbottombunk]

Ha. Always comes back to that somehow, doesn't it?

[foughtthedaleks]

Well, when you've got a defining characteristic, you'd do best to embrace it. Count yourself lucky, there are worse body parts to be remembered by.

[hasbottombunk]

Fair enough. Nose it is then.

[not_theman_iwas]

Baking. Never got the hang of that. It's just chemistry that everyone thinks is easy until the kitchen's on fire and there's a man asking you to breathe into a mask.

[HAHAHAHA BITTER WHAT.]

[foughtthedaleks]

Sounds like you've got some stories to tell.

Name's Oswin. And somehow even though my baking is more philosophy than chemistry, I STILL manage to ruin my soufflés.

[defiedforaboy]

Things never go as planned around'im. Someone ought to have warned you.