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

[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?