Tempus Obliti
"You've never had a spanner like this thrown in you! I'm the banana peel beneath your foot, the joker that ruins your straight flush, the coin that always comes up heads and the gun you didn't know was loaded. I am the Doctor!"

He wriggled, catlike, a blissed-out smile spreading across his face. Defender of the Laws of Time, Protector of the Galaxy, and the biggest back-rub slut she’d ever seen.

"It's like being a hyperactive child mainlining caffeine, being you!"

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southernterrortuppence said:
"Thief?" Idris blinks, looking at the old and familiar face. "How is this possible, can you be in your own time stream like this? Although it's good to see you, I haven't seen this regeneration of yours in a very long time."

Curiouser and curiouser! The strange young woman felt as familiar to the Doctor as his own TARDIS, though he was sure he’d never met her-in fact, she reminded him rather a lot of someone, even if memory insisted she should have vibrant red hair.

A future acquaintance, then? A traveling companion? It had been known to happen, and it seemed to fit. Well, then! Always happy to meet a friend he hasn’t met yet!

“Yes, well, I do seem to be breaking some of the major Laws of Time again. Blowing them to smithereens.” The Doctor grinned as proudly as if he’d won a month of pub quizzes.

“Hello. Would you care for a Jelly Baby?”