dear_mun | and we're all caught up now, aren't we?

Come on, now. Perk up. Have some of that tea you bought, take a shower, hoover your floors, do the laundry, pet your cat. Or you could just go through the parts you like best again. It's like revisiting old friends. Don't give me that, you've got old friends scattered across your timeline like little bits of Christmas tree trimmings.

[The Doctor grins, spinning his sonic screwdriver around absently.]

But remember, clever girl, we're not quite done yet. November's around the corner and you've got loads to do. Besides, you haven't seen the best parts, I think you forgot a story or two of mine. The snowmen? How could you forget that? Or we could do it all again. Brand new me, little Amelia Pond, Rory with the nose, River, Clara, my impossible girl, all of them. That's the beauty of it, isn't it? I'm never really gone or about to be gone or half gone or not me. Just listen. It's time travel, the whole of time, a beginning, a rather long middle, but an end somewhere out there. We've all got one. So, go find a smile for me.

Riiight. See? All better. Pop off and have a watch, something good, that's it.

Oi, I'm not a long winded gas bag. Mind your insults.

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No, Doctor, you are a long winded gas bag. Always have been.

[He peers at this regeneration that he's never met before.]

What in Rassilon's name did you do to your forehead? Not to mention your chin.

Still, I suppose it's not as bad as the one with hair like a bird nest and a smile so toothy it looked like you were straining krill.

Oh, take her side, why don't you. [The Doctor peers right back, smiles, and offers a little wave.]

No one likes the chin. Well, I'm sorry, I had other things on my mind when regenerating. ~~Like not wanting to.~~ Can't please anyone, these days. It's always, wrong hair, massive forehead, a chin what could poke an eye out-- You know, it never was my best, controlling regenerations.

...and I liked the hair. Teeth were a bit horsey, but useful. [He shakes his head and mutters under his breath.] Gas bag. Really. I'm not that bad.

I take her side because she is correct. Even humans manage to be right sometimes.

Ah yes. Sometimes they are, at that. Sometimes they really are. And you know what? That's not so bad. I've always had a big old gob, no use denying.

[Sadly, I know very little about them.]

[Just seeing a Leela account put a big grin on my face. Also, I highly recommend the Gallifrey audios. /is probably biased]

[I've always secretly wished someone would throw an Andred into Milliways. I have her pre-Gallifrey right now, and some jamjar threading might actually be enough to make the ending of The Invasion of Time make sense. Emphasis on might.]

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Yours isn't looking forward to Christmas either, then?

[A faint, sad, slightly bitter smile. It's not just Oswin's mun who's not looking forward to it, but you won't catch her admitting it right away.]

No, she's not. Not in the least. Just like me, she hates endings. Silly girl, won't even watch certain incarnations regenerate. How's that for sentimental? [He throws his hands up.] It'll be just fine, though, you'll see.

And you really are fantastic, you know that?

Guess we can't all like them. [Not that she does, but shh.

And that makes her smile for real this time, even if she's not entirely certain of everything being fine.]

Always had a bit of an inkling, yeah. Little voice in the back of my head sort of thing. [Or a great big ego. Same difference.]

No, we can't. I love a good rail against an ending, me all over, that is. Running around, just trying to-- Ah well. There's always lots of running, lots of endings, too. But there's beginnings, always just enough of them to make it all count, eh? Every last one of them, they count.

[He shakes his head, looks upward for a moment, and then that grin is back. Big egos -- like chins, them.]

Not a thing wrong with a healthy inkling.

[Well, at least you can't poke eyes out with egos.]

Yeah, well. Nothing really ends 'round here, not really. [i.e. her life]

Guess we've got the muns to thank for that, if not much else. [She crinkles her nose.] Mind you, I'd like to not be stuck somewhere, but I'll settle for alive.

[You can certainly try very, very hard. Ego chin poking, that. He's laughing silently, though, because his mun read that as Eggos.]

Well, we're always stuck somewhere. Different places, [He smiles wryly.] different times, different situations. But, yeah. Alive's good. I can settle for that myself. Stuck, though? Stuck's temporary bonus for good company if you are going to be stuck for a bit. Mind, you could always go somewhere voluntarily.

You're a bit long winded.

[ Heh. Heheh. Okay, but in all seriousness, she's about as scared and nervous for Christmas and November as the next person. Granted, there's bubbling excitement there, because she gets to see him again- be it a past version of her or a future; does it really matter? But her mun, just as she's sure many others are, is practically beside herself with anticipation, fear, adamant refusal, etc.. It's quite a pickled pretzel this fandom is putting themselves into. ]

Am I? [He grins.] Hadn't noticed. [He notices and usually doesn't care.] Then again, sometimes that's what's needed.

And how are you, Rose? Getting on alright, then?

Great for a proper distraction, those big speeches.

[ Of course she's teasing. Of course she knows just how much his words mean when he says them. And how much one should ignore, too. ]

Oh you know, muckin' about with a few gods, helping restore a world of it's colour, keepin' tabs on you lot. [ Which is all true. ] Just happen to be takin' a bit of a break right now.

And you? Still getting into trouble, I hope?

Aren't I always? Trouble, that's me.

[He shakes his head a little.]

Messing with gods, are you? That does sound about right. Brilliant as ever.

You bet I am. [ All grins for the Doctor, no matter the face. She gets it from him, you know. The boasting. ] Got in a tiff with Odin, a while back. He doesn't like me much.

How's-- Clara. Oswin? Met her a few times; she's quite attached to you. She's gonna be around, isn't she? [ For the Big Change. He isn't going to be alone, is he? ]

Odin? Ha! You would. [And he can picture it, too.] Sounds like you've been having fun.

[He lets out a breath then. Clara. Yeah.]

Hope so. And she's-- Well. Complicated. I suppose we all are right now. [He waggles his fingers.] We'll be fine. Always are. [Eventually.]

Complicated is one way of putting it.

...Will you really, though? Cause-- you know. [ How he gets. ]

Yeah, I'll be fine. Always.

and we're all caught up now, aren't we?

I'm sorry about Narvin. The Doctor brings out his full snark.

And it doesn't phase the Doctor.

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And here's where I wish I'd heard more of the Gallifrey audios.

Leela!

I've been meaning to get to them. I've liked most of the Big Finish audios I've heard.

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