On Recent Possible Sorta Kinda News (But Also Maybe Not)

[janisthorn]

Missing? I doubt he was aware they were ever gone. They happened, did they not?

I don't see why I should care, really. I wasn't involved in any of them. Just because you are eager to believe anything you hear does not mean that I am so naive. I would have hoped that my being in your head would have caused you to have more sense than this. I see that it has not.

[Mun would have Leela know that he knows full well it can't possibly be all 106.]

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[romana2]

Yes. My mun thought it was highly improbable that they had only found the two earlier this year. Though, considering the stories of fires and how... archives weren't kept on Earth in those days, I doubt it's as many as people are speculating.

[But on to happier things!]

And how is my bodyguard doing?

[janisthorn]

I understand that it took my ancestors a long time before they learned to value the stories of their own people.

[Besides which, certain stories were never sold overseas for various reasons. Terry Nation's ill-conceived American Dalek series, for instance. But yes, happier things.]

I am well. Though my time on Gallifrey lies well into my future. My mun has sent me to a wine hall at the end of the universe.

[romana2]

And unfortunately, mine clinged too tightly to our own.

[Romana's faint smile falls completely away.]

A... wine hall? Why?

[Because that sounds ghastly.]

[janisthorn]

My mundane speaks little of...that far ahead.

[She frowns for a moment. Yes, definitely best to continue.]

I suppose there is no reason really. Milliways was the first such place my mun even knew about. I have quite enjoyed it myself, actually. Except perhaps when the thin creature haunted it.

[Slenderman gave her nightmares. It was NOT FUN.]

Where has yours sent you?

[romana2]

Not many places. We tried a castle, but my mun's real life tends to interfere with her dedication to me.

[Romana looks around at the other characters surrounding her.]

At least she lets me out on occasion. Some up here are collecting cobwebs.

[janisthorn]

It always seems to, doesn't it? There is always some thing they must be doing instead. And even when they are attentive, there is always something they feel they ought to be doing instead.

[She smiles slightly, glancing at the other pups. She gestures toward her own fellow denizens of the same headspace.]

Their minds leave many casualties of time and disinterest. Though of the others within his headspace, I only truly feel sorry for the dead one.

[romana2]

If he's dead, he should be used to it. It's better than being an original character, or worse, a body part.

[Romana doesn't judge her mun, though. Few others have come up with such things.]

[janisthorn]

He was already dead when he came in. It was his final fate that was cruel. Always to wander and never to rest.

[No crueler than his actual canon.]

Body part?

[romana2]

Still, an unfortunate circumstance.

[Romana smiles ruefully.]

A hand.

[She holds up her hand and twiddles her fingers cheekily.]

Though, it has quite a personality and is quite well known among different cultures of Earth.

[janisthorn]

And it moves on its own?

[She chuckles.]

Sounds amusing.

[romana2]

Has it's own sentience. My mun calls it a "Challenge."

[Sighs at the mun.]

I call her delusional.

[janisthorn]

I suspect they are all delusional in some way. And easily distracted.

Do you know how many books mine plans to read? Or audio plays he plans to listen to? Just for this? Assuming he ever gets to it, of course.

[romana2]

Ah, then there's hope for you and I to encounter each other in the proper timeline.

[Romana, not helping.]

[janisthorn]

There is indeed. I would look forward to it, if I could be sure it would happen. You never know with this one.

[Incidentally, mun wishes there were an Andred somewhere floating around, especially since she's still pre-Invasion of Time. Things could even be made to make sense!]

I am not even the worst. At least he doesn't have to study the occult to prepare for me.

[becauseichooseto]

What was lost is found, Leela, that's always good news.

[janisthorn]

You are probably right. Certainly my mun is happy.

[She takes a closer look at the Time Lord.]

I believe you are in my future. I have yet to actually meet you.

[becauseichooseto]

Yes, I realised we are somewhat out of sync, though not to what degree. Irving Braxiatel.

[janisthorn]

And you are a Time Lord, yes?

[Mun will get to listening to the Gallifrey audios soon. Honest.]

[becauseichooseto]

Indeed I am, but don't hold that against me.

[It will be quite the journey of angst for you. Good luck!]

[janisthorn]

I have only met one so far, and I rather like him.

But I suspect he is quite different from most of you.

[becauseichooseto]

Yes, the Doctor is rather… special that way. Usually.

[janisthorn]

I suppose "special" is a good word. It's a kinder word than "suicidal" or "mad."

[becauseichooseto]

It is, isn't it?

[janisthorn]

And yet, his methods are effective. Somehow.

[becauseichooseto]

Well, he usually knows more than he lets on and the unpredictable does tend to be harder to stop.

[janisthorn]

True, on both counts. At times I fear I'm beginning to make sense of him.

[becauseichooseto]

Well, now that is a reason to worry!

[janisthorn]

If I start wearing scarves in warm weather, I will know I've gone mad.

[becauseichooseto]

[He chuckles.]