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[hasthreefingers]

Don't even think about it. You! Yes, you! DON'T KEEP TYPING. I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU.

Now listen.

Stoooooooooooooooooop.

Oh. Oh. You have to type what I say or else I don't say it? That's- That's creepy. Can't be exactly moral, either, can it?

But anyway.

Now.

You haven't watched most of my episodes in ages! Do you honestly think you can do my voice still? Besides, it's not like you can do anything with me. Aren't you falling behind in everything? Not like you have a time machine or something. And let's face it. You put me someplace, my brain's going to go haywire if there are any hints around. Like freakishly skinny ones that are skinny as twigs and never change their suit. Though I suppose now it's because he's only got the one. But still! Only one suit!

So no. Back off. Go do other things. Go.

And STOP TYPING.

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[ofdrumsthesound]

That's not going to work, you know.

[hasthreefingers]

I can try, can't I?

And don't think for a second that you can stop me!

[ofdrumsthesound]

Why would I bother to?

[hasthreefingers]

You're not gonna try? [ That's unexpected. ]

[ofdrumsthesound]

More fun to see you completely fail on your own.

[hasthreefingers]

[ She makes a face. Is this amusement you see, Master? No. No, it is not. ]

You're just as clever as ever.

[ofdrumsthesound]

An absolute genius, yes.

[hasthreefingers]

Absolute something, I'll give you that much.

'Course, it must drive you bonkers knowing that someone else is pulling your strings, am I right?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Like I'm not bonkers already? And you have it backwards--I pull her strings. She lives for me, for the escape of fantasies. Without retreating, without being someone else, she would have died long ago.

[hasthreefingers]

What else do you tell yourself to help you sleep at night?

I've got a question for you, though. What's with the skull head trick you did? You know. The flashing skull thing. [ Donna wiggles her fingers around her head to indicate what she means, not that it necessarily helps. ]

[ofdrumsthesound]

I don't sleep. Too many nightmares.

I'm even more broken than usual. This body cannot live and cannot die.

[hasthreefingers]

[ Donna frowns at him, waiting to see if he cracks. He's got to be lying. Him? Nightmares? Unable to die? When he doesn't crack, she points and asks, just to be sure. ]

Are you havin' me on?

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He looks bitter.* You never had to fight the Time War. You didn't have your family become Neverwere, you weren't a Nightmare Child.

You have no idea just how bad the dream can be.

[hasthreefingers]

Part of me was, once. I mean, after the Doctor did that hand-metacrisis thing. I had all his memories in my head, you know. However briefly it lasted.

Don't hear me crying about it though.

[ofdrumsthesound]

But you can't remember anymore. And from what I've heard, you didn't have time to remember very much when you could.

[hasthreefingers]

I remembered plenty? More than the average human, at any rate. Sad I lost it all, of course. But not nearly as sad to not be in the TARDIS anymore. Can you imagine if us two met? The poor Doctor.

[ofdrumsthesound]

It would be hilarious, we should do it.

[hasthreefingers]

He'd forgive us eventually.

So it's decided. We find him, pretend we don't know each other, give him a hard time. See if we can get him to make that exasperated-terrified-definitely-not-happy face of his.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Right! Now then, where to look . . .

Sorry for taking so long! RL stuff. :(

[hasthreefingers]

One of those comms where people are allowed to post as themselves? Keep the man behind the curtain?

It's fine

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yeah, maybe.

We can always use more Doctors. Especially Tens.

<3

[hasthreefingers]

We can track them down and keep them in a pen someplace. Like Real Housewives of Gallifrey!

[ofdrumsthesound]

Well, except they aren't housewives.

[hasthreefingers]

Fine. The Real Timelords of TARDISville.

Happy?

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He laughs.* Something like that.