Meme: Oh, Alright

[watch_is_me]

Right, don't know much of anyone, really, not counting one of myselves, the Amazing Reconstituted Stoian (Stoic?) Woman, and a daughter who's not mine (if she was mine, she wouldn't be dating the Master, some of me are falling asleep on the job—hello, mes, have a little self-criticism, free without purchase). Oh, and a very tall bodysnatcher who got my jacket wet.

But! TARDIS, Rift, got hours left 'til she's primed for blast-off, and the good chip shop's closed. Oil fire, too bad I know about it now, or I'd pop back later/earlier and fix it. Now, I could rework the TARDIS filing system, or I could ask strangers, selves, and acquaintances to pry into my personal life.

Here, have a go.

The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.

Comments

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

You´ve never ever thought about eating human brains? *looks suspicious and takes a step back, just in case*

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

What? *takes a moment, making sure he really heard that right--yes, he did* What?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Dude, I think that´s something I should know. *looks warily* And your Master friend is pretty confusing over that subject.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

We were friends once. A long time ago.

He's telling people I eat brains? He's eating brains?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

See? That´s the confusing part. He implyes it and then he laughs. And it´s not funny at all.

So... you do?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

I'm not answering for his sense of humor. Just...take everything he says with a grain of salt. A shaker of salt. A pillar.

No. No, I'm vegan. Well, socially carnivorous, but I don't make a habit of meat-eating. Definitely no brains, no sentient beings. Blimey.

[princess-ofhell.livejournal.com]

How many do you think you've slaughtered? Just a rough guesstimate of course, it'd be impossible to attribute an exact number.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

*have a very stony-faced Doctor, Satan >:|*

I've never *slaughtered* anyone.

*and, yes, that is the sound of Denial. D! It's the Doctor's favorite letter. Doctor, death, danger, Daleks. Except for G, for Genocide*

[princess-ofhell.livejournal.com]

*she, on the other hand is all sublime smiles and pleasantries*

Really, what word would you choose then? Perhaps slaughter is a little understated, you might have a point there Doctor.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

I make *choices.* They have to be made, and I'm the best man to make them. The only man who can.

*crossed-arms, leaning-against-wall, hero-martyr Doctor is go!*

[princess-ofhell.livejournal.com]

Quite the God complex you have there Doctor, I'm impressed. And such a terribly complex justification for your genocidal choices. Bravo. *golfclap*

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

'S not a God complex. Yes, right, *maybe* anyone could make those choices, but they shouldn't have to. They couldn't bear the weight. I can. I have. I can give them that.

[princess-ofhell.livejournal.com]

You can give them death and destruction, how terribly benevolent of you.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

I never said I was benevolent. I'm a Time Lord, not Santa.

The death and destruction comes, without me. I stop it. I make it so no one has to die knowing they made the choice, because I was there to make it. It's peace. Emily-Dickinson-peace-for-the-dead peace, but. Peace.

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

Why that jacket when you can go anywhere, anywhen and get a different one?

And I am not a 'body-snatcher'.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

'S comfortable. Belonged to a V-boat co-captain in 19,051, it's vintage.

Right, you just borrow them, keep the hearth warm while the owner's out. [Ye olde hypocrisy, helloz]

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

Everything is vintage at some point. Why that vintage?

[And, not because she actually feels this way about humans, but because she has an inkling of the reaction it will get--] Do you mourn hamburgers, too?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

It went with an adventure. More a venture, than an adventure. Well, more a mission than a venture. Not usually a mission man.

[ B| ] Technically, it'd be cows. [Evasion!]

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

What sort of adventure, venture, mission?

[Arms crossed] No, hamburger. You don't eat the whole cow.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a mission. For the old folks back home. They needed me to run an errand. [He's going for "Oh, you know, nothing important" which *probably* means it was important. And not fun.]

No, cow. You don't mourn the body, you mourn whatever the body used to be. Whomever.

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

Oh? What sort of errand? [Yeaahhh, she sort of got that vibe]

[Irritated noise] Whatever. When you eat a hamburger, do you spend the entire time crying for the cow it once was. How's that?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Scuffs at the back of his head, getting the vibe that she got that vibe, damn] They needed me to pick up a part for them, and they were occupied at the time. They would have muffed it, anyway—rubbish at getting on with people.

[Well...] No. But I don't go out of my way to eat them.

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

You know, if you got any vaguer you could be a government document.

[Crosses her arms.] Neither do I.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Oi, I'm not half that dull. Not a quarter. [Still avoiding~]

[Oh, he knew she'd pull that card :\ Talked himself into a corner!] But you hang about the—they're not cows, they're human beings, metaphors can't change that. You hang about regardless. Knowing what you'll do to them. You make that choice.

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

All right, so spill.

[Glare.] It would happen whether I was around them or not. What do you want me to do? Go up on a mountain and live like a recluse until my frame expires and drift around until I latch on to the nearest breathing frame? I don't die.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Spill what? [Doodeedoo, playing the 'Hey, I'm an alien, your idioms are strange and foreign to me' card.]

Everything dies. Maybe you're the exception that proves the rule, but, well, rogue Time Lord, born skeptic. There's more of physics than of metaphysics about you, Ting. [He stands by his Science. Doctor + Science = BFF.]

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a 'I've hung around dragons in human form, werewolves, demons and gods know what else and you *don't fool me*' look.]

[Coolly:] What are you going to do? Find a way to break me down until I don't come back again? You should talk to the Venerable. It's been a pet project of theirs for centuries.

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Gives her the "I defeated Satan in canon but, oops, I'm not canon, damn" look, but he'll give in a little bit.] War time. Component for a device—not a weapon, but too close to it. I didn't want to get involved. People died.

Oh, no. I'd help you find some way to control the process, maybe find a work-around. You might not even be native to Earth.

Mm, Venerable?

[tingle-of-life.livejournal.com]

Ah. [Has enough of those herself that she's not going to push.]

[Severely Raised Eyebrow.] Trust me, I'm native to Earth. And if you're not trying to eliminate things or make bad situations more complicated, I would suggest avoiding them.