RP Log: "I Am The," with firstofhiskind

[watch_is_me]

And then it was time for the Moctor to go meet his adopted-ex-vampiric-Time-Lord-son-thing-person, t_eyla's firstofhiskind. Which means we now have a Doctor-Master mesh talking to a Time-Lorded Spike from BtVS. I blame the internet. One can always blame the internet.

Also, my Moctor has no clue what to call himself. The Expert? The Mobius? Should he just give up and change his name to some obscure symbol? Decisions, decisions.

And have some Firefly references. Because a little meta is good for you.

Jasper:
Spike may like the new fellow better >_>

Teyla:
He might. It might confuse the hell out of him too though.

Jasper:
Yeah, mine strolls in and is all like, hey, how about that GTA?

Teyla:
'Wait, so you're not the Doctor, you're that other guy, the one you kept telling me was evil and you didn't want me to meet. Except you're not him, either. and you just met the proper Doctor and now you're all depressed because you guys didn't make it to the bedroom and... WHAT. Srsly. You make no sense.'

Teyla::|

Jasper:
"Yes. I KNOW. You think it doesn't make any sense from the outside, try looking at it from my perspective. Ives. No, perspective."

Jasper:
*fine, goes and watches 300, because that's hilarious*

Teyla:
Spike: >_> *wishes he would stop that. he's not supposed to be watching 300.*

Jasper:
Mine: *sigh. Okay. *puts in Pan's Labyrinth, both sides of him like that one**

Teyla:
Spike: *hah, that's better. flops down on the couch next to the Doctor - the Master - shit.* What the hell am I supposed to call you?

Jasper:
Mine: D: *not again*

Teyla:
Spike: I need SOMETHING to call you. Hm. I could call you Steve. That's neutral.

Jasper:
Mine: NO.

Teyla:
Spike: Well, what, then? Pick something, or I will.

Jasper:
Mine: *flails, he has to have a name*

Jasper:
Mine: *but they're all old aliases that come to mind*

Teyla:
Spike: John? Jim? Tom? Bob? Baltasar?

Jasper:
Mine: Oh, come on.

Jasper:
Mine: *is thinking hard. Because he's going to get stuck with something, dammit, if he doesn't come up with something fast*

Teyla:
Spike: I could just call you Grumpy Twat.

Jasper:
Mine: *glare* I could call you Lippy Laddo, we could go nicknames all around, but I *won't.*

Teyla:
Spike: Spike's a nickname.

Jasper:
Mine: Oh, shut up. *is more amused than irritated*

Jasper:
Mine: William.

Teyla:
Spike: Oi. Shut up. Steve.

Jasper:
Mine: *damn, he doesn't even have a Gallifreyan name*

Jasper:
Mine: D:

Teyla:
Spike: Pass the crisps, *Steve*.

Jasper:
Mine: *dumps the crisp bowl over Spike's head, offhandedly*

Jasper:
Mine: *snags some crisps from the couch. Crunch, crunch, crunch*

Teyla:
Spike: OI. I think I'll go with Bloody Maniac there, that'll work. *is picking crisps out of his collar and shirt, ew, crumbs everywhere.*

Jasper:
Mine: *is not too worried about it, the vacuum system is pretty impressive on the TARDIS* It's just crisps.

Teyla:
Spike: Yeah. Greasy crisps all over my clothes and hair, thanks for that. *grabs a handful of crisps and quickly stuffs them down the back of the other man's shirt.*

Jasper:
Mine: Oi! *irritation flashes past, on his face, and it's not the Doctor's. It's someone a bit more dangerous, someone who could decide that was worth punishing, striking back for. He checks it, shaking crisps out of the bottom of his jumper, but it was definitely there* Watch yourself, William.

Teyla:
Spike: *Ooh. That's proper anger there, proper aggression. Nothing the Doctor's ever shown before; must be this new-guy thing. This needs to be investigated.* Aw. It's just crisps. *Steve*.

Jasper:
Mine: You're right. Just crisps. *he flicks a handful of them at Spike* *Poet.* *he can sense what Spike's trying for, and avoiding rising to it. Trying to*

Teyla:
Spike: *Poet? If that was an attempt at provocation, it didn't work. All it did was amuse him.* Crisps/in Steve's jumper/deliberating/a political protest/against sunrise. *Yes, he's a rubbish poet. He's even more rubbish when he's mocking modern poetry. But he got another chance to call the new guy Steve, that's all he wanted.*

Jasper:
Mine: That. Was terrible. *and the good thing is, he already started caring about Spike before any of this happened, so he really can't manage to get too properly angry at him*

Teyla:
Spike: That's just because you can't understand the subtext. There's *layers* of it. *And damn, the provocation didn't work. He could have made more of an effort, but for some reason, he doesn't really want to. If he were a man prone to reflection, he might realize that the whole equality thing the Doctor's been trying to teach him is rubbing off, but he's not, so he doesn't.*

Jasper:
Mine: *is glad. Because he remembers how the Master could get angry, and he doesn't want to have that happen. Which is odd, because the Master *enjoyed* that, and shouldn't he, too? Or not. Maybe not. He doesn't *have* to. Seems a bit of a loss, though* Like an onion? *picking crisps from the couch cushion seams*

Teyla:
Spike: Like the biggest fucking onion you've ever seen. *is eating the crisps that have landed on top instead of inside his shirt.*

Jasper:
Mine: I've seen some pretty big fucking onions. Saw one once that was three feet by four. Anti-grav farming, you'd be amazed. *wait, who saw that? That...must be the Doctor. For Rassilon's sake, *farmers' markets?* Intergalactic *farmers' markets?* Oh, Doctor*

Teyla:
Spike: well, my onion is still bigger than your onion.

Jasper:
Mine: Are we having an onion-waving contest? *eyebrow rise and smirk that are *entirely* the Master*

Teyla:
Spike: I don't know, are we?

Jasper:
Mine: I'd say we are. And you like those, don't you? You like being told your place. *and the minute he says that, his face falls into lines of consternation* Shit. Blimey. Oi. *facepalm*

Teyla:
Spike: *...* Whoa there. We were just comparing onions. Respectively mocking my poetry. If you want to have it out, though, any time. I'm good to go.

Jasper:
Mine: No. No, I'm fine. I. Am. Fine. *he has a headache. On top of the drums ;_; *

Teyla:
Spike: that's nice. *great, New Guy doesn't have a sense of humor. That's going to be fun.*

Jasper:
Mine: *he does have, it just comes and goes, and right now, he's rubbing his forehead and looking really tired*

Teyla:
Spike: *Hm, maybe he'll have to cut him some slack. All this messed up personality shit can't be easy to deal with. He'll give it a pass, this time, but don't think you'll get off as easily next time. Spike likes to carry a grudge.* Right, so, if not Steve, what should I call you?

Jasper:
Mine: Stop. Look, I don't even know who I *am* yet, I know that's how human beings do it, backwards, like they do most things, names first, personality second, but I'm *not* human and if I have to do this over again, all of it, I'm doing it *right.*

Teyla:
Spike: Oh sheesh, alright. Touchy. I'll just call you Hey You then, whatever. *eating crisps and sulking. he doesn't want a birth certificate, he just wants SOMETHING he can say instead of Hey You. Although Hey You works, especially when he's pissed at the new guy, which he has a feeling he will be most of the time.*

Jasper:
Mine: *gets up, shaking crisps out of his clothing* I don't know, you can call me Dad. Father. Something. *and he doesn't look at Spike, just heads towards the door* I'm going to bed.

Teyla:
Spike: *He's not going to call him Dad. He didn't have a dad, ever, and he's not going to start having one now. But he doesn't want him to go away, either, it doesn't feel right.* Oi. Don't be an idiot. Come back here. The movie isn't finished yet. *Even though neither of them has really been paying attention, and during the crisp battle someone sat on the remote and pushed the mute button and neither of them noticed. Oops.*

Jasper:
Mine: No. *he stops the doorway and just stands there, leaning his head against it before looking back* You haven't regenerated yet, you wouldn't know, but this--this is like regeneration but worse. Worse than the *Doctor's* regenerations. I can't--it's--right, you've got...what, you've got Gandhi on a bad day, maybe he's at the end of a hunger strike and it's got him a bit *touchy* and you've got Alexander the Great, except, oh, more than that, much more than that, ambition like Alexander never dreamed, and they're both in your head and they're both *you* and you have to figure out how to think through them and I talk like him, still, I talk like the Doctor, listen to me, babbling, except when I *don't.* I'm *tired.*

Teyla:
Spike: *has stopped eating crisps halfway through and turned on the couch to look at New Guy. Whoa, oversharing a little there, mate. And although he does feel sympathy, this also angers him a bit. He gets up, shaking crisps off as well.* Boo hoo, mate. Cry more, please. How do you think I felt when I was turned into a vampire? When my own mother tried to molest me, or when I suddenly was stuck with a chip in my head that stopped me from being what I was? Or, hey, there was this one time when I met this bloke, and he fed me his blood, and oh look, suddenly I was this whole other person, with the whole of the fucking universe in my head and a sudden life expectation of roughly a bajillion years, give or take a couple. I've had a few identity crises in my life. Yeah, they suck. No reason to go all huffy, though. If you're tired, go to bed, but stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're not so special.

Teyla:
Spike: *okay, that was a little harsher than he intended. he kinda talked himself into a rant there. but it's not like it's not true.*

Jasper:
Mine: *and that anger sparks back into his eyes, his posture drawing up, straightening, assuming the arrogance that doesn't go with the body* If you don't remember, you *asked* for this. You wanted it. Both times. Oh, maybe you didn't know what you were asking for, but that didn't stop you asking, did it? I did not. Ask. For this.

Teyla:
Spike: Oh sure, that makes all the difference. You know what, go mope in your bed. Go feel all sad and tragic and misunderstood. I've done it, it can be fun. But it won't get you anywhere, mate. You still won't know who you are afterwards, and you still won't have a name. But if you need it, go do it. Just let me know for how long you're planning to be tragic and misunderstood, so I can steer clear of you.

Jasper:
Mine: *a wry twist of his mouth, and he steps towards Spike, runs a finger along the line of the other man's jaw, from where it joins his throat to his chin, and then tips Spike's face up to his* You're thinking the Doctor, Spike. *and the names are a play, now; he could use William, but he's not, he's letting Spike have the name he wants to be known by* I am the--Oh, no, I am *not.* *he drops his hand and looks like he wants to laugh but it's not really funny* Name me. Quick. Something. Something better than *Steve,* I'll work on a proper title later. Tip of your tongue, come on.

Teyla:
Spike: *Oh, okay, now that, that's creepy. That's like those movies where there's someone with a split personality, and those movies never end well. When New Guy asks for a name, Spike freezes up, as he does under that kind of pressure.* Unh. Uuhn. *And for some reason, he's thinking Peanuts.* Lucy. Us. Lucius. I'm naming you Lucius.

Jasper:
Mine: *and skeptical eyebrow, which is all Doctor* What, like Malfoy?

Teyla:
Spike: Uh, no. More like Lucy. From, you know. The comic? *okay, his brain goes weird under pressure. the Doctor - Lucius - he asked for it*

Jasper:
Mine: OH, no, I know. Mal! *is free associating from Malfoy* Have you seen Firefly? Fantastic show. The captain. Mal. That might work. Hm. What do you think? I think that could do.

Teyla:
Spike: *>:/ He liked Lucius. And no, he's never seen Firefly. He's not a fan of Joss Whedon. have some meta * Never seen it. But you know, as long as it works for you.

Jasper:
Mine: If I keep Lucius, I'll always be wondering why I'm not white-haired and more elven than Elrond. I like Mal. Right. Mal. That's me. For now. *and that's a big help, it gives him something to relate to other than the Doctor or the Master, he didn't realize how much he needed that, so he grins at Spike, and bounces on his heels, very Doctor*

Teyla:
Spike: Alright, then. *Mal.* Still tired? Or do you want to finish that - oh. *The movie's finished. Er.*

Jasper:
Mine: What? Oh. *yep, it is* No, I'm going to... *what is he going to do? What *does* he do?* The Chameleon Circuit. I'm going to get that repaired. About time.

Teyla:
Spike: The what?

Jasper:
Mine: Lets the TARDIS change its shape, blend in with its surroundings. The Doctor never knew how to repair it. I do.

Teyla:
Spike: Oh. Alright. *that sounds less than exciting; technology, blah. He's never really been interested in that, except when it was motorcycles, and he never knew how to fix those when they broke, either.*

Jasper:
Mine: *he could probably teach Spike how to repair motorcycles. He's rather wanted one, since the War. Maybe he should do something about that*

Jasper:
Mine: *is also a bit schizophrenic, apparently. Hoorah .__.*

Teyla:
Spike: *yeah, well that isn't really surprising. He's made up of two people. And hm, well, as he said. Technology isn't really his thing. He just likes motorcycles and shiny cars, mostly because they're - shiny? yeah. that.*

Jasper:
Mine: *they are. Shiny is good. He'll discover, oddly, that even when the TARDIS' Circuit is fixed, he can't bear to make her more shiny He'll just leave her in police box mode*

Teyla:
Spike: *doesn't really care either way, but the mun is relieved.*

Jasper:
Mine: *yeah, his mun couldn't do it, either. POLICE BOX LOVE*

Teyla:
Spike: *YES. Police boxes are the only true shape for a TARDIS.*

Jasper:
Mine: *may occasionally make it look like a Roman column. And then feel bad about it*

Teyla:
Spike: *will prefer the police box. columns have no doors.*

Teyla:
SPike: *and just stepping out of a column is strange, even if it works.*

Jasper:
XD