homeless old muse

[drumsinthedeep]

Nope. No. Absolutely not. No nostalgia. Nostalgia's never done anyone any good, it's so dusty and vague and—well. You know what being nostalgic for something means? It means you're not remembering the parts that made you run to begin with.

Believe me, I know. And you know that I know. So, you know, just—no.

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[ofdrumsthesound]

Someone likes Tolkien, I see.

[dualreaping]

Surely you can handle it.

[drumsinthedeep]

Oh, yeah, well. Of course. I can handle—what exactly are we thinking I can handle? Nostalgia? Or—is that a raven?

[dualreaping]

[doc plz]

...it's a crow.

I was referring to the situation itself - being brought back.

[drumsinthedeep]

Right. Impressive size for a crow. Tell him that for me. Or her. Hello, crow. [The crow gets a little wave.]

Mm. Well. It's not like I've been sitting on the shelf. I've been plotting my own itinerary, going where the Vortex takes me, all sails unfurled, three sheets to the—[Wait, no, that's not right.]—well. Being my own Time Lord. [Shrug.]

[dualreaping]

[Dust, the crow in question, hops a little on his perch upon Death's shoulder to face the Doctor, giving him an inquisitive glance. It's eyes are as unnatural as it's master's, glimmering like little ochre gems as opposed to eyes.]

I'm...sure he heard you himself. [Strange one, you are.]

And what exactly is a Time Lord? The term is unfamiliar to me.

[drumsinthedeep]

Oh, hello. [That's interesting. He'd bet dollars to doughnuts that that crow is sentient. Or at least a cut above your average crow.]

Just a species. Almost extinct now. Alien, if you're from anywhere but the planet Gallifrey. Which—[he looks Death up and down, taking in the armor, the unusual eyes, the mask—if it is a mask]—I think you are. From anywhere but.

[dualreaping]

Almost extinct - if that's the case I've probably met them without even knowing what they are.

The dead aren't usually very talkative, you see.

[drumsinthedeep]

[That puts an immediate buzzkill on his usual hyper inquisitiveness.]

...Ah. You're a personification? An anthropomorphism? An elder god? [One of these days, he'll meet a god of something happy. Like kittens. Or chips.]

[dualreaping]

[Well, the bright side is he isn't here to kill and or maim him...]

Death, actually.

[ninetenth]

You too? Mine is a little nostalgic as well after watching the first episode last night herself.

[drumsinthedeep]

Oh, mine doesn't even need that much. Makes an account for some poor stuffy, self-deluding French inspector, and then she's thinking about me. Do I look French?

'ello. [Hey, there, Rose :) He doesn't know you in his universe, but he always hears good things about you.]

[ninetenth]

French? I don't know, some of the connections these players can make might make sense to them somehow, I guess. Even if it doesn't to us.

'ello, Doctor.

[drumsinthedeep]

I doubt that. I mean, Javert? I am nothing like Javert. I'm like—[he can't think of anyone in Les Mis he's like. They're all pretty violent and uptight]—like Valjean if he were much better looking and had any sense of humor.

Well. Um. [He rubs the back of his head. This is always a bit awkward.] I don't know you. Personally, that is. Alternate universes, you know how that goes. But how are you?

[ninetenth]

Javert, that's this French guy? [Well that's....an interesting name? But it's not as if her writer was familiar with Les Mis beyond seeing posters of it.]

You....oh. Yeah, I'm...I'm doing okay, me. [Just trying to find a way around these stupid laws and time and space to find you again. Or, not you but another you. Still, hi!]

[drumsinthedeep]

Yep. Well, French character, really, from a novel. Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. [He puts on an exaggerated French accent for the title.] Very somber. Very long. Old Hugo didn't know when to quit.

Doing okay? [He's not convinced by your tone.]

[ninetenth]

Oh. Well, heard of it at least. [The accent gets a small smile out of her though, brushing some hair behind her ear.]

All things considered. Could be worse. [Like, actually dying instead of being taken to an alternate Earth and all. She's alive to keep searching for him. Rose gives him a small reassuring smile, knowing he probably isn't entirely convinced. But she has had some time to accept her situation and try do something with herself, do something about it, about being separated from the Doctor.]

[gleans]

Dude, my writer was just digging up old stuff with you in it like, two weeks ago. Something about Castiel? And an Astrid and another you?

Well, damn. Howdy! So long ago. Or...not really, but it feels that way XD

[drumsinthedeep]

Astrid? [Hello, you now have his full attention, sir.] Is Astrid here?

Right?? Four years! Nice to see you again <3

[gleans]

Uh, not that I've seen, but hey, you never know around here.

Four years. Holy hell. I got married XD And stuff. I don't remember if you would have known that.

[drumsinthedeep]

Right. [He runs a hand back through his hair, suddenly twitchy and trying not to show it. Astrid. He hasn't thought about Astrid in—some time. A while.]

Well. Um. I'm—hello! I'm the Doctor. [Distracted smile. He can do his normal introduction thing, twitchy or not.]


((ooc: I can't remember where my life was at when we last talked XD How are you?))

Re: Four years. Holy hell. I got married XD And stuff. I don't remember if you would have known that

[gleans]

Sorry about that. [ Good going, Galen. ] I'm Galen, nice to meet you. [ Handshake?? ]



((ooc: Neither can I! I THINK I remember something about you getting married, though, or at least getting engaged. Congratulations! I'm awesome, how are you?))

[drumsinthedeep]

[Handshake is go! Overenthusiastic handshake, because he's still distracted.] Galen! Parents wanted you to go into medicine?


((ooc: Awesome is good! Yeah, I married the writer of that one rather damaged Ten that I was briefly in and out of Taxon with. Long story! Are you in school, out of school, working? Am I being too nosy? Etc.! Shit, almost tagged as Javert.))

[gleans]

Ha, not exactly. Pretty sure my dad did first see the name in one of his textbooks, though -- he's a mortician.


((ooc: Oh yeah, I remember! I'm in my third year of art school right now, trying to apply for an exchange to a school with an actual illustration program. I just self-published a short comic (that I swear I'm gonna get online soon)! What about you?))

[drumsinthedeep]

Oh. Well. Not many famous morticians with really good names. Unless you count Frankenstein, and that's a terrible proper name. Though you could shorten it to Frank. Honestly, that's not much better. Frank. Are you straightforward or a hot dog? No one knows.

[He pulls himself up short. Even he can tell he's rambling. Damned nervousness.] Sorry. It's—mm. Memories.


((ooc: Nice, illustration! I always like illustration more than the whole fine arts shenanigans. Is your work online anywhere? PM me if it is. I'm about where I was. Working the same place, living the same place, seen Germany and the UK a bit 'cause of marrying folks what aren't Americans. It's a livin'.))

[gleans]

[ He laughs a little. ] No, no -- it's cool. Really. Maaaaybe I just shouldn't've brought it up.


((ooc: I do! Not on an official portfolio site yet, but I'm working on that. I'll shoot you a link. :D And hey, nothing wrong with that <3))

[drumsinthedeep]

What, your name?

[Concerned. Names are good, knowing people's names is A+!]

[domesticapproach]

I don't see anything wrong with a bit've nostalgia. [Huff huff.]

[drumsinthedeep]

Welllll, there's visiting the past, and then there's dwelling in the past. I don't dwell. I'd need a dwelling to dwell, and then you've got housekeeping and rent and neighbors...

Hello. [Smile! :)] Rose. [He doesn't know Rose in his universe, but every alternate he's ever met has spoken very highly of her.]

[intotheopenair]

Mebbeh the parts that made you run are the parts yer nostalgic for.

[drumsinthedeep]

[That earns Merida a surprised look.]

There's the voice of experience. [Every time he lets himself fall into the Time Lord trap of judging others by age, someone comes along to jog him out of it. Merida looks very young, but she's hit the nail on the head.]

Hello. I'm the Doctor. [Smile :)]

[intotheopenair]

Hullo, Doctor, I'm Merida.

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Hullo, Doctor, I'm Merida. <small.[She gives a small, thoughtful smile]</small> It's just ... mah Dad, sometimes he gets nostalgic fer the old days of warring wi' the Lords. But it's better now, he says.

[drumsinthedeep]

Sounds like your father's a wise man, Merida. I've spent my own time among warring Lords. It's not as grand as it seems from a distance.

[intotheopenair]

He's the King, got to have a bit a' wisdom about him, right? [She looks up at him, and smiles] Aye, it may not seem grand, but there's something about been out an' havin' adventure you must like. Right?

[drumsinthedeep]

[He answers her smile with one of his own.] Oh, yes. I just don't quite trust the writer upstairs. [He points upwards. Mundanes. They mess everything up.] How about you? Yours give you any trouble?

[valaunbound]

Would you like to explain to me why I don't get to play out in over a year because my writer is 'too busy', and then you show up and she gets a message from a friend and then a ridiculously naive (you know the sickly type) and not to mention equally nauseating blonde girl from some backward planet called Sto pipes up in her head and I get dragged out to relay the message?

[drumsinthedeep]

Ridiculously nai—oi! [He just pieced that together. She wasn't! Isn't. Though I'll give you that about Sto. Not even much good for birdwatching, Sto.

How is she?

Oh my, hello there stranger :) Happy New Year too!

[valaunbound]

Oh I see, like that is it? [have a far too knowing smirk, Doctor. A smirk that is mostly just Vala bluffing that she knows the score.]

Well you were right the first time to use past tense, because if she hasn't got the time or inclination for me she certainly hasn't got time for bright eyed dreamy floozies who think they're the first person to ever be revived from the dead.

Right, it is 2013 now! Time just keeps on flying. Happy New Year!

[drumsinthedeep]

Floozies? [Frown. What? What floozies? Where are floozies being revived from the dead? It doesn't even occur to him Vala could be referring to him.]

((ooc: Have to scoot for a bit, but I'll be back!))

Well it's good to see you're alive :)

[valaunbound]

Yes, you and her. Anyway she's fine, you know how it is, forging a new life on a new planet. Or maybe you don't, it's not exactly the norm I suppose. She's apparently working as a waitress in London and wondering if a blue box will ever stop by - whatever that means.

I am quite alive! As are you and Ace :) It's good to 'see' you both again.

[drumsinthedeep]

London? She's in London? [Excuse him, he just has to go run off to his—well, his blue box. Which is right around the corner. Except—]

[He stops himself and spins back around toward Vala.] What year?

[or_timelords]

Now, don't knock nostalgia. Nostalgia can be good. Kinda like the opposite of speaking ill of the dead, isn't it? [Twisty thoughtful face. It made sense in his head; he's trying to figure out if it's still making sense now that he's said it.]

[drumsinthedeep]

[SUDDEN HUG]

[Though he's not quite sure which version of this Doctor he's hugging. He didn't take the time to 'listen' pre-hug. Oh, well, he likes the Time Lord version and the human version.]

[or_timelords]

[OH HEY HUG]

[Hug is good! Have a hug back, as well as a grin. As far as guessing which version this is goes, there's really no mistaking the coat, which this Doctor wears with pride. As always.]

Hello there! Long time no see, huh? Long time.

[drumsinthedeep]

[Oh, good, it's the Time Lord version. The human version would probably tell him off for getting in his personal space. Or something. Humans can be so snitty.]

Well. Could've been longer. [Oops.] Not that I wanted it to be! It just—you know, only a few months, a year, that's almost nothing—[Right, he doesn't have to be this careful. Like he just reminded himself, the Time Lord doesn't offend like the human.] Hello. [Grin!]