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Voicetesting since I finished his run /chininhands - 8/11 Doctors in one place GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL
Well, now, is it finally time?
Perhaps you'll finally stop complaining about my "influencing of his voice", whatever it is you call him, uh. Eleven. I must say, I don't see how I could be influencing anything, seeing as I don't think he and I are the same at all. The future isn't looking very bright, if that's what I'll be doing, running around space and time like that.
Hmph!
But at least he's not wearing a leather jacket.
Perhaps you'll finally stop complaining about my "influencing of his voice", whatever it is you call him, uh. Eleven. I must say, I don't see how I could be influencing anything, seeing as I don't think he and I are the same at all. The future isn't looking very bright, if that's what I'll be doing, running around space and time like that.
Hmph!
But at least he's not wearing a leather jacket.

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Oh, I see. Well, that's good for her, isn't it?
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[ At least, that's what he desperately wants to think. Sometimes he wonders if maybe that man died and Vicki ended up all alone but... He certainly tries not to.
No point to it, anyway. Done is done, and once the TARDIS is fixed he'll just have to hope that incarnation thinks to pay her a visit and make sure she really did end up all right. ]
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[Have a hug, you loon]
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Yes, yes, it certainly is, my dear. Oh, and, he gets to help a whole society get back on its feet, isn't that incredible?
Imma take this moment to point out that you have his voice down *perfectly*
kjsdjg oh, gosh, thank you! I'm very glad to hear that! And same to you /chininhands
Dodo brought a decease that they hadn't seen for a long time and I had to make an antidote, but that's another story entirely.
[ He flaps his hand a bit. ]
After we left, we ended up back on the same ship, but at the very end of the journey instead, and found that the Monoids had taken over! They had gotten tired of practically being slaves and had instead made the humans their slaves. We managed to get the humans and Monoids to decide to live together, once they got down to the planet, but they said they needed someone else to guide them. Yes, someone who would lead with their heart, not their brain! And I knew Steven would be perfect for it, and he didn't want to stay with me anyway. No, I believe I work too much with my brain for him, so, you see, that worked out perfectly! Hm!
Fanks :3 We should thread some time :D
I don't suppose that you've gone back to visit him since? See how he's doing? I'd so love to hear that he's doing well with them.
Oh, definitely! I actually have an open post over at my musebox rabbitonthemoon! C:
The Eleven one? I shall jump right in :D
That's the one. Eeeexcellent~
[ And maybe he finds it rather exciting to never know where he'll end up. And maybe he doesn't really know where to begin with fixing it. ]
Give me a moment...I tend to ramble :S
[Barbara had suspicions about what exactly was involved in fixing a TARDIS, and how little of that knowledge the Doctor had. But she daren't say such a think out loud. At least, not to anyone who wasn't Ian.]
Ramble away I love rambling. It'll be something to wake up to, since I need to be getting to bed.
How have you been, my dear?
Awh ^_^ NunNight!
So I believe that, in general, I'm doing well.
~Timezones~
The Best Zones.
[Wide, proud grin]
We'd have invited you to the wedding...except that there wasn't one, really. And we've no way of contacting you.
Or worst
[ He waves his hand. ]
But there wasn't a wedding? What did you do, then?
Depends where you live, and where your RP partner(s) live.
Well...we had been dragged onto a space ship called 'Stacey', to assist in fighting in an intergalactic war. We discovered, over time, just how we felt and during a scheduled landing we eloped. I don't know how the marriage will hold if we ever get back to Earth, but I suppose it wouldn't take too much effort to elope again.
True, that
[ He may be very amused. Not really hiding it, though. ]
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[ He pats her shoulder, squeezes it. ]