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?

[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?