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[ganger]

Just so we're all clear, I'm still him. Still the Doctor. Got all the knowledge, the intelligence and the style. Got my bowtie, very important that is. I'm the exact same man, just a few technicalities when it comes to origin-- maybe also life span.

[He has yet to fully research the inner workings of 'Gangers' on a whole but he'll know soon enough. Or just keep guessing. You know, whatever works. Who's really going to call him on his own species? That'd be silly.]

And I'm pretty sure 'Goo-Doctor' or 'Gooey' isn't as endearing as you'd think. I'm not actually that gooish. Or at all. I'm hard as a rock.

Call me the Rocktor. [There's a pause.] No, actually, that's terrible. Forget that. Just the Doctor works, thanks.

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[notthedoctor]

Rocktor.

[He just - no. This doesn't look good. This could set would-be Doctors back decades.]

You can't be the Doctor. You're not the Doctor. Neither am I. We've had this conversation.

Rocktor.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh. Hello again.

aaah

[sharp]

Honestly, could've done without the style.

[hasbottombunk]

Yeah...can't really see 'Gooey' catching on. Or Rocktor for that matter.

[ganger]

Oh, well, shut up. I know, I heard it too. I'm still stabilising, sometimes things come out wrong.

[He's not really stablising but excuses. He's under pressure... and it sounded good in his head.]

Well, still, I'm not overly fond of Smith. No offence to the Smith's of the world but I wanted something more... showy? Little razzle-dazzle.

[ganger]

Well, hello again. Looking as handsome as always, I see.

[ganger]

What's wrong with my style?

[He raises a hand to protectively guard his bowtie from your harsh words.]

[ganger]

Exactly, not Gooey. Very solid. And yes, not the Rocktor. Bad idea, that's been made painfully clear to me.

I'll go back to the drawing board, think on other options.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, yes, you too. A few hundred years and counting here.

[sharp]

You're still the Doctor, so I don't have to spell it out for you.

[ She flashes him some raised eyebrows. ]

Just thought this might be a chance for you to, you know, break the mold. Err, metaphorically speaking.

[comeonthensexy]

Yeah, exactly, there's nothing wrong with my style. We've been over this.

[ganger]

Blimey! Really?

Did I miss anything fun?

[sharp]

[ Two against one? Oh, that is not even fair. ]

You've been over it. I'm still not convinced.

[ganger]

You don't fix what isn't broken. That's like changing the colour of the TARDIS just to mix it up. It's silly, already works. Just like a bowtie.

[What part of 'bowties are always cool' don't people get? Maybe he should make a sign? Or a t-shirt! Oooh bowtie themed t-shirts should be a thing.]

[comeonthensexy]

You missed dinosaurs. On a space ship.

[comeonthensexy]

[ You brought it upon yourself, dear. ]

You should be. It's infallible.

[ganger]

Dinosaurs. On a spaceship.

A spaceship with dinosaurs on it?

[And with a slight whine:]

I missed dinosaurs on a spaceship! Oh... Oh that's just not fair.

[hasbottombunk]

I wouldn't ask the muns for any more suggestions. Their ideas tend to be on the...silly side?

[comeonthensexy]

[ Shoulder pat. ]

No, it's really not. It was brilliant. I'm so sorry.

[sharp]

I could debate with a few things you just said, but I won't. [ This time. ]

Sooo, what are you and your bowtie off to do then? Is it true about the life span bit?

[sharp]

[ Maybe she was secretly asking for it. ]

Sounds like somebody is a bit too infatuated.

[ganger]

Yes, they were quick to yell 'Goo' the moment I resurfaced. It's not only inaccurate but just bad naming. I think I'll stick to my own ideas. Though I don't see why I can't just be the Doctor. Took me long enough to pick that let alone another.

[ganger]

Anything else I should know? Any more fun I missed out on? Met the Eater Bunny and took on the Cybermen or something?

[There's a hint of sulkiness in his tone. You get all the fun now.]

[ganger]

[He's taking that to mean he's won. But he won't vocal it cause... well, not worth the risk. Never prod a Pond.]

Don't know yet actually. On both counts. I want to do something, I hate not doing anything but I don't exactly have a lift. Or anywhere to go or to be. I'll be stuck. On Earth. Doing Earth things like shopping and ... badminton. Bookclubs and Thursday tea. [There's a groan.] I'm already bored.

[sharp]

[ Exactly. That could technically also be a win in Amy's book. So, maybe it's a tie. Ish. ]

If it helps, I can't picture you doing any of those things. Except tea. Definitely tea. Which reminds me that the kettle still needs to be fixed — I don't know what you did to it. [ Meaning: other you, but she doesn't think to clarify. Same difference. ] Suppose there's only one thing to do.