RP: Log: Open Universe Voicemail Pseudo-Meme

[watch_is_me]

Right. You, whoever you might be, have reached the voicemail inbox...thing of the Doctor. Not a doctor—if you were looking for one of those, go call another number, my practice is full up and you're not getting in, even with a recommendation, thanks. If you're looking for the Doctor, you might have found him, but, blimey, there are a lot of us thes running about, so who's to know I'm your the?

Mm. Oh, yes, I'm the one who never met Rose.

[Off, as though speaking turned away from the phone] Oi, I am not a bitter old man, you take that back.

[Speaking into the phone again] Leave a tone after the beep. No, a message after the tone. Or the beep. A message after the tone-slash-beep-slash-your-onomatopoeiac-phrase-of-choice. Get on with it, I don't have to tell you how to do everything, do I?

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Why should you be bitter for not meeting yet another human?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

What? I'm not bitter. It's convenient. Makes me stand out from the rest of mes. [Defensive!Doctor is defensive]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You are all different to me. And yet you remain the same, as well. To whom must you stand out?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't have to stand out. Actually, yes, yes, I do, really; but it's more cellphone, multiverse, who knows who might get my number? Have to give people more than "the Doctor" to go on, it's only fair.



((My classic Who canon is non-existent yet, so should he be recognizing that he's talking to the TARDIS? Which is correct, right? *Who!newbie worries*))

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I suppose. I do not see why any of these others should have such import, however. They hardly deserve to communicate with you in the first place.

[ooc; Yeah, he'd probably recognise her, since she 'feels' different than she looks, though he could always be all: Oh, Brigadier for fun. It's really up to you! *pets* No worries, really! 's all in good fun~]

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Yeah, some of them. Cellphone's fantastic for those. I look at caller ID, and it's, "oh, them," I can just let them leave a message and ignore it indefinitely. They feel like they've gotten in touch, I dodge the bullet, it's very neat.

Others, no. I need them. You know that.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. That does not mean I have to approve.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since you've had to deal with boarders. Well, my version of you. You don't think it gets quiet, without anyone knocking about, getting into cupboards they shouldn't and locking themselves in that room with the telepathic latch?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Not particularly. You have always been enough for me.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Never satisfied with a good thing, that's me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, you are not.

...but I suppose that is one aspect of you I love, regardless. We never would have seen all we have if you were content with what you had.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't have it any other way, I know. Neither of us'd be happy gathering dust in any old corner of the universe. A rolling home gathers no moss, there's a saying.

I don't know how you put up with some of my others. The one I'm with now, I might have him up for negligence.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The exploration I love. It is the separation once we arrive at a destination I dislike. It is your attention to your companions I dislike.

I do so carefully and with great frustration. With whom do you currently travel, if I may ask?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Oi, jealousy. You'll want to watch that. Can't have you turning green. I've gotten fond of the blue.

Well, I met this other version of me in an alternate universe, and he...suggested I might like to come along with him. Which makes me the plus one, at present. Plus two, really, after Astrid. Brilliant woman. We brought her back to life.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Or perhaps you can stop travelling with others when you all ready have me.

So it is yourself and another Doctor travelling together? Are you not concerned with causing a tear in the fabric of time and space with such a venture? I am unfamiliar with this Astrid woman. Who is she?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

I can't exactly show you the sites. And I can't surprise you anymore, can I?

Hm, alternate universes, so we're not so much the same person as...long-lost twins? Our luck's holding so far, no tears yet. Not even a snag.

Oh, Astrid. Astrid Peth, she's from Sto. My other met her on this doomed spacecruiser—the Titanic, can you believe that? She helped him out, died in the process. Well, almost died. We tipped the scales together, made her more alive than dead. She's smashing, the curiosity on her.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose you cannot, though I would so like to travel with you as your companions do. I dislike being left behind.

If I have yet to sound the Cloister Bell, there is nothing for it, then. You should be safe.

And how did you accomplish this feat? Is she any more curious than your other companions?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

I always come back.

No, no tolling so far. The last thing we need is bells. The drums are more than enough, thanks.

Long story. Relatively short, really, for my long stories, but, yes. She was incorporeal, missing a fair few atoms, but we used the latent energy of a multiversal nexus and my other's memories of her, reinforced the template, encouraged the potential, patched her right up. She wanted to be, we wanted her to be, and, you know nexuses, very Blue Fairy, just waiting to make wishes come true. You've pulled a few tricks like that, yourself.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You do, but I still grow lonely without you.

Drums?

Ah, yes. I have done such things, indeed. That was quite clever of you both. I am impressed.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

We couldn't get along without each other.

Mm, yeah, I've contracted a personal soundtrack. All in my head, I'm sure it'll fade out. Just need to give it time.

Well, I'm a genius, he's a genius, we were bound to come up with something.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, we could not.

They had best. I will be quite put out if they do not. Well, the self that you currently travel in, at least.

And yet no matter how genius you are, you can never quite seem to pilot me properly.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Doctor and TARDIS, BFF!]

It's why I'm traveling with my other self. He thinks he can help. I'm not sure it's one of our better ideas.

Oi, don't knock it. It's a real trick, surprising myself with the destination when I'm the one at the controls. 'Least I don't do it blindfolded. Or have I? Hm. Might have to try that.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[yes indeedy!]

Perhaps not. But I would rather something be done than you be in constant pain.

You have done it blindfolded. I ask you not do so again.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Well, it doesn't hurt. It's an...irritant. Like sand in an oyster, sans the pearls of wisdom.

Oh. ...Whilst standing on my head? Have I tried that yet?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[forgets what she called for after listening to the message]

Don't you think it's weird how Earth Doctors have practices? Are the practice ones cheaper than the experienced ones? They should be.

Oh, this is Astrid. In case you were wondering.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[remembers what she called for now and dials again]

Hi, it's me again, sorry. [cringe]

This jar, in the kitchen, with tiny square paper bags inside? That's 'tea' right?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Calls back.]

Astrid, hello!

Mm. It's either tea or it's the Tiflin diamonade. Or it could be Mirrock's Compendium of Very Small Letters, but why would he keep that in the kitchen?

What's the packet say?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

There is no packet. It's in a jar, I think it must be an ancient earth artifact. It's shaped like a tower with a clock at the top, and it says 'London Replicas' on the base?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Debates the likelihood of his other keeping dangerous herbs in a Big Ben jar in the kitchen. Decides this is far likelier than it would be for most people, but still not *that* likely.]

If it looks like crumbled-up leaf in the bags, and not powder of cubic zirconia, I'd lay odds that it's tea, yes.

Oh, hold on, does he have the kind that comes in little balls, opens up as it steeps? I thought I had some performance tea off of the Emperor of the Shattered Sundial, look around.