Tempus Obliti

"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."

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 20:09:00 -0400

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?”

"Oh...Oh! Well. This is..." The Doctor tried to refrain from a nervous giggle, failing quite miserably. "You're The Doctor! That's.. amazing! Fantastic really!" He pointed at the man, not really able to believe his eyes. This was certainly a bit curious indeed.

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 01:53:00 -0400

“Ah, hello.” The Doctor smiled, and if he looked bit silly, a bit little boy like, well, that was only to be expected, wasn’t it? He was, in fact, a keen supporter of looking a bit silly.

“Am I? Wonderful! I seem to forget from time to time.

“Have we…?”

He was busy negotiating the terrain of his left coat pocket-a usually dangerous and difficult affair-and only began to pay attention after he came up with a mousetrap instead of a bag of sweets. Not nearly as nice for sharing, but it did manage to bring his thoughts back round to where they belonged.

“Oh! ow! Oh, oh, oh! Hello.”

Break, damn you! Break! You’ve never had a spanner like this thrown...

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 19:52:00 -0400

Break, damn you! Break! You’ve never had a spanner like this thrown in you! Chew on me till your teeth crack. Grind me up till your gears lock. I’m the nail in your tyre, the potato jammed in your exhaust pipe, the treacle poured in your petrol tank. 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!

Eighth Doctor RP blog, revised and rebooted cause the player is an idiot, looking for shenanigans.