MAD MAN

                        “I didn’t know I looked like the type of person who would do something like that,” Chloe replied with a hint of a smile. It was her own little joke - people so often ignored her as a potential threat that it tended to catch up on them. It was amusing to think for a moment that she could be giving the opposite impression. She took a step closer, hands clenching and then unclenching. She was eager to get stuck in, but apparently formalities came first today.

                      “I’m Chloe. I’m just…” She shrugged. “I was in the area and picked up on it. Who are you, then? Have you found anything at all?”

                  ❝     I’ve learned not to underestimate anyone, though to be fair, things do still take me by surprise... No, I haven’t found anything yet. Just arrived myself. Did you hear wind chimes, just a moment ago?    ❞

                           — The Doctor spun around in place, looking up at the ceiling and in any of the corners. Wind chimes in a room with no room was curious enough, but if he was the only one who heard it, he was more afraid of what that meant in his old age. 

                  ❝     Nice to meet you Chloe. I’m the Doctor. Have we met before?    ❞

     Brow raises at the rambling statements from the other, and so Ratchet decides to settle on answering the last one.     ❝ Uh- yeah.  It’s year 5364.  What?  Have you been living under a ROCK your whole life? ❞

     There was no crabs, but there was other annoying pests and creatures on Veldin.  Nothing Ratchet wasn’t used to, that he could whack with his wrench or even kick with his boot.  But if this guy was worried about CRABS … he might not have a fun time around here.  The lombax decides he’ll tell him that later.

     ❝ Why don’t you come to my garage, so you can rest.  It’s almost nightfall so you can stay ‘til morning, ❞     Ratchet suggests, with a slight shrug.  He doesn’t even know the guy’s name, but he figured he could talk to him on the way.  Naturally being a retired hero, yet being distrustful, he knew he could handle his own if the stranger wound up not having good intentions.

                  ❝     Under a rock? No no that would be far too cramped, besides you’d probably have to worry about someone eventually coming along and moving your home. 5364? Blimey that’s a bit off track from where I was aiming. Do love the 52nd Century though.    ❞

                           — Quite honestly the more he was talking and rambling, the more he was able to get a good grip on himself and the environment. It was always fun to try and figure out where he was, but not so much when his head was being so difficult to navigate. Nodding his head slightly, he gave a slight smirk as he seemed to finally stop swaying and looking dazed.

                  ❝     If you don’t mind. I’m sure my ship crashed... well somewhere. She won’t be too pleased if I leave her on her side for too long. Already got a lecture about that once. I’m the Doctor, by the way.    ❞

“Not terribly far off, no, but still…” Phee said, rolling her eyes a bit as she sat down on the steps, her legs swinging off the side as she watched him. She was keeping her distance from the sparks for the meantime, also because she didn’t want to get in the way and ruin anything in the TARDIS. The girl was sensible some of the time, and when trying to convince her father to let her come aboard.

The sigh worried her at first, though. It was the fatherly sigh that seemed to only shoot down childish ideas, but then he smiled, and her hearts seemed to lift in hope. Maybe she was finally getting somewhere with him with all of this. Maybe she could put her human life behind and just accept the person she felt she was meant to be as a Gallifreyan.

“Well, things are likely to go wrong with us, aren’t they? But it works! And I’ll be good! I promise! We’ll… we’ll save the day as always and things will be perfect! And! And if I prove that this goes well, I should totally be able to get a sonic. To help make sure I stay out of trouble in the future!”

She was still making good points, wasn’t she? She hoped she was. She hauled herself up from the stairs, already hurrying up to the console in excitement.

“That’s not gonna take too long, yeah? I mean, you’ve fixed it so we won’t end up in a… what was it? Silurian bathroom? Silence? Siltheen? Why are there so many aliens out there that start with S?” Phee called back to him, messing with the monitor a bit to try to find them some place safe and a little bit fun at the same time that they could go to.

“Past? Future? Earth? Alien? Where to?”

                           — Fitting the two couplings together as he finished up his work, he jumped out of his swing, and was quick on her tail following his daughter up to the main Console. Leaning back on one of the railings, green eyes just watched her quietly. Did she know how to fly the TARDIS? He assumed yes, but at the same time he knows he shouldn’t make the assumption.

                            Chuckling to himself as he watched her ramble (much like himself) he shook his head at the question of it taking long. It shouldn’t be too long, now that he had made his adjustments and done the maintenance he was putting off. He had a nasty habit of forgetting to just do that at times, though to be fair, sometimes it was only when something went wrong that he realized that he needed to do it at all.

                  ❝     Actually that’s pretty easy to answer- the why does everything start with S bit. Typically speaking a species will have specific ways of talking- much like humans. All the sounds that they can make with their vocal chords and mouth with exhaling air. Strictly speaking, the s sound requires only air and... Okay. I lied. I don’t know. Shut up.    ❞

                            Bouncing off of the railing and doing a quick step as he walked up beside her, he raised his eyebrows, and smiled at her. The Doctor had a wide range of smiles. From happy, to playful, to hiding his true sadness. The one he had on now was one of the subtle ones. A smile that could have a million meanings, but at this point it showed his wisdom.

                  ❝     Ah, how much help do you think you’re getting? You pick. This is your adventure, I’m just tailing along for the ride, Phee. How much of a test would it be if I picked everything out for you?    ❞

Clara  faced  him  again,  approaching  him  quickly  &&  taking  the  book  from  his  hands.  She  stepped  away,  staring  him  down  with  the  intensity  that  only  she  could  possibly  manage.  What  was  the  point  of  all  this anyway?  

                    ❝Well, obviously you brought it up for a reason - so? Why?❞

                           — An offended gasp as she yanked the book out of his hands, he rose to his feet to actually look at her. He couldn’t hide in the book forever. That was just improbable. Looking closely at her as he just shrugged, he jumped down the stairs to the lower level of the Console Room, still clearly avoiding Clara as his voice rang out.

                  ❝     A reason? You think I need a reason to bring things up? What would make you think I would have a reason for anything. For all you know I could be making it up- testing it to see if you still remember your echoes.    ❞

                            He had already gotten an answer, obviously. With how adamant she was, she had to have remembered. Then again, he could have just been upset should she have forgotten. Now he was doing what he did best, and turning it into a game.

                                                    ❛❛    right -    OKAY   , that makes a bit of sense yes !  i’m not   UNCOMFORTABLE   though , by paradoxes . they seem scary , the idea of the world ending because someone changed something in the past, but for someone to want to do that, they would have to have a good reason - so it just makes me a bit   sad   to think about .  ❜❜

                                                    mostly because she could understand the want to change time, but she’s not sure if she wants to dive into that conversation.

                                                    ❛❛    but i get it - i think . it’s like …   THE WORLD FAIR   would be a fixed point in time. ‘cause it effected a lot of peoples lives ! so if someone went and changed it, or stopped it from happening. it could cause a paradox !   ❜❜

                           — That youthful optimism made him smile. There wasn't always a good reason, or rather one that should make her upset for the person. Sometimes there were bad, bad people who had no regard for what would happen, or how actions could affect others. The Time Agency, the Punishment Bot, plenty of others had access to Time Travel now. Even people on Earth, eventually.

                  ❝     Exactly! Well, parts of it at least. The Last World Fair, yes. The other ones not so much. They're rather fun though! But absolutely. That would be something that couldn’t change. Can still be there though, to observe and watch.    ❞

                            As he sat down on the ground, he looked up at her and tilted his head to the side. His actions, though still rather sporadic where much calmer now. As if someone had flipped a switch, he could sit down and focus just for now.

                  ❝    Rather lousy to do that though. Just sit by and watch as events unfold. Much more fun to take part in things, you know? Be right in the center of the action. Unless action was something to avoid that day.     ❞

if there ever was a word to describe elsie, challenge is a succinct one. she’s never been easy to handle  &  that’s speaking for those she’s on good terms with, let alone those she doesn’t like. and she doesn’t have to know this man for longer than a few seconds to decide she does not like him. her heart is drumming nervously in her chest but she keeps her chin tilted up  &  a tight frown pressed on her lips. she eyes him with a great deal of caution, well aware that this is dangerous territory.

❝ i believe in giving everyone a chance, and i’m confident enough you can’t do anything to me. ❞   but his question does give her pause.   ❝ i know him. what’s it matter to you? ❞

                           — He's gotten good at reading the Doctor's little favorites. Humans in general, not her. He'd gotten good at reading humans, because really it wasn't like those that the Doctor picked were the creme of the crop. Not like how they had always advertised. The best of humanity! If that were the case, the Doctor was a fool for taking them along.

                  ❝     Hmm. We'll see.    ❞

                            A slight chuckle escaping him as he shook his head, hands resting clasped together behind his back. Slowly rolling his head to tilt it to the other side, his smile never dropped.

                  ❝     Ah ah, I asked how WELL you knew him. Stop dodging the question. It matters to me because I know them. Better than anyone else in the universe, actually. In a way I'm kind of their keeper.    ❞

The Time Lord Victorious had crossed parts with his past and future self before. If you changed a fixed point in time, you saw how redundant the laws of time truely were. The Doctor was the last one of the Time Lords - and he would bend the laws to his will. He nowadays had the taste of copper and electricity so much in his mouth, that he had practically become numb to it.

Normally the Time Lord Victorious made a point of avoiding himself in his timeline. He just got in there, grabbed what he had come for and disappeared once more into the TARDIS. A ghost story. Not a care for what damage he was doing towards everybody else. Towards himself. All that mattered was his plan, all that mattered was, what was needed to combat this loneliness. If he tore his own timeline appart in the process, then he could just fix it.

Brown eyes flitted towards his future self. They were walking side by side; the air awfully bristling and hissing between them. The copper taste filled their mouths. The Time Lord Victorious licked his teeth, an unconscious habit he had gotten into. Hearing the question as to when he was, the Time Lord pondered. Yes, when was he? He was not even sure himself anymore.

“Mars happened for me already”, was all the Time Lord finally decided to say. He would not go into detail. He was certain that the events on Mars had been too grand, too traumatising, too life-changing for this forgetmenot boy to ignore. Besides if the Doctor was honest, Mars had been a bit like a re-birth for him. And while the Oods’ prophecy of the Four Knocks still loomed over his head, he was confident, he could avert this too. There was honestly nothing he could not do anymore.

They had reached the cafe, his future self had mentioned. Located by the river, the cafe had several chairs and tables, which allowed you to sit outside. The sun shone onto a few tall green umbrellas. The Time Lord Victorious took a seat and waited for his future self to sit down as well. A waiter approached them. “What can I get the gentlemen?”, he asked.

“Black tea with a pot of milk and sugar for me, please”, the Doctor requested. He turned black eyes towards the other Time Lord. “You?”, he asked. His voice was polite and candid. He sat there in the chair, relaxed and comfortable, still looking so much like this regeneration had looked like from the very beginning.

                           — The tension between them was both palpable and causing him to wince subtly. He never did mind the feeling of a paradox, not now. This one just felt wrong though. His tongue couldn't sit properly in his mouth, and it was just causing him to be antsy. Unable to even walk comfortably he just seemed to shift, hands never deciding on where to be.

                            By the time they made it to the cafe, he very quickly slumps into one of the chairs, continuing to fidget. Sitting up, then sliding back down his face betrayed his desire to hide emotions. He was completely annoyed, if only because he couldn't get comfortable. When the waiter approached, he sat up straight, the grimace on his face quickly turning into a smile.

                  ❝     Ah, hello! Yes can I have one of those frozen coffees? The one with the chocolate syrup and caramel sauce. Don't usually have that, but what the hell. My impulse control is asleep at home.    ❞

                            Giving a slight wave and laugh at the waiter, the instant the man was out of view that soured face came back. It was so odd, seeing him so relaxed and happy. It reminded him, well of himself. But that’s not me. It can't be. Mars was certainly something troubling but this was just... This was just odd.

                  ❝     So, that happened but how long have you been doing the uh, you know the-    ❞

                            He couldn't even finish the sentence. Waving his hand a bit, he leaned on the table, green eyes looking at the other intently. For any sign. Any sign of remorse, or regret. Anything that would make the Doctor not feel like he would have to fight himself.

        if she wasn’t laughing before - she’s laughing now. she can’t help it - she finds this whole ordeal rather   HILARIOUS   .  her nose scrunches as she rolls her eyes - a finger tapping against her cheek in thought. 

         in all honesty she has no idea where she wants to go - but she does know what she wants to do !!  she moves over to where he is , arms placed behind her back as she leans towards him   SMILING   - innocently, but there’s obvious teasing to her tone.     ❛❛   well … it’s not a   PLACE   really - but , would you do the honor of taking me on a date,   DOCTOR   ?   ❜❜

                           — Watching her as she moved around, he turned to face her as she learned in real close. Leaning back, hands adjusting how he had to support himself he blinked at her for a second. It wasn't that he misunderstood the words, or even didn't hear them. He just needed a second to comprehend. A date. A certifiable, actual date.

                            Suddenly the Time Lord was smiling too, and he wrapped her up in a hug. Lifting her up, and spinning her around his laughter was full of joy. Oh. Oh he could do a date for her alright.

                  ❝     Alright Sexy, one date coming up. Get ready to have a hell of a time.    ❞

Anyways I finally made that google doc for White Rabbit... ya know as im working on moving.

                    ❛❛   you wouldn’t   DARE.   ❜❜   but she knows he would , she’s smart enough to know that she had two choices right now. come clean - tell the truth - or await for him to find out on his own and face possible   DISAPPOINTMENT   , and she hates the disappointment. she rolls over onto her back , arm raising to cover her eyes up - thinking. she’s not sure where to begin - how to begin. her mind’s to jumbled to think of the correct way to go about the issue.

                    ❛❛    do you ever … feel as if - there is to much going on in your   MIND   ?  voices - knowledge of different ideas, myths, planets, stars - everything. do you ever feel as if there’s to much of it? as if you   KNOW TO MUCH   ?   does it ever hurt , to know as much as you know? physically hurt ?   ❜❜

                           — He would dare, and he was glad that she recognized it. What was kneeling beside her turned into a sitting, and he pointed his Sonic over to the console. Using his spare hand to muffle the noise, he got the lights to dim in the room, and watched her. She was clearly overwhelmed, and judging by how she was covering her eyes she didn’t need a lot of stimulus.

                  ❝     I’m sure not in the same way you do, but yes. I do. Is that what’s going on right now?     ❞

                            For now, less is more. He needed to be careful how he spoke, and make sure not to overwhelm her with a multitude of questions. Less was more, Doctor, and it was time for you to live up to your name at the current moment.

                  Oh look, now they’re angry eyebrows, that was new. In fact, everything about him was new, including the whole wardrobe situation, but for now instead of commenting on it she was content to stick her hands into her pockets and look around the TARDIS. Seeing as how she no longer had to worry about who was grabbing her and forcibly dragging her away, she could at least relax a little right?

                  ❝     Well first of all, this is is the hair color I was born - er, cloned with? Whatever, doesn’t matter, this is my natural hair color! Second, I would have thought if you decided to turn into an old man, that you’d tell me first instead of just grabbing me and letting me think I was being kidnapped.    ❞

                           — That thoughtful look as she was walking around, that was someone that was looking at his TARDIS. Judging? To be fair, the one’s she had seen weren’t nearly so clean. Darker too, if he was honest. Didn’t like the dark parts anymore, and certainly thought the coral and rock phase that he had gone through was a bit much. Hands finding themselves in his own coat pockets, he adjusted how he was standing, and just looked at her.

                  ❝    It’s not like I just decide “Oh hey, life is pretty boring, might as well regenerate!” This was a fairly recent development. Do you want your surprise or not?     ❞

❝ and then what? are you just going to drop dead on whatever poor soul you dragged into that conversation? ❞ amusement laces her words, head tilting to the side as she studies him. she won’t lie and say that his idea isn’t good —- she just wants to know the details of this plan. ❝ is that even possible? ❞

                  ❝    Sure it is. Hold my breath long enough and I’ll be a dead man, or just hold off on dying. You ever tell death that you aren’t dying today? That’s always fun.     ❞

                           — A chuckle escaped the Time Lord, and he slid his hands into his coat pockets. It was an entertaining thought, but he was sure that if he were to do that, and then Regenerate it would just lose the joke.

                  ❝    What, do you have a better idea on how to do it?     ❞

❝ you tell me to pipe down again and i’ll knock your head through a wall. ❞   it’s not very often that elsie gets cross, although this doctor seems to have a great talent for provoking the emotion in her. there’s nothing greatly mean spirited there. she might have a bite occasionally, but she doesn’t plan on ending their friendship over it, for all the times they bicker. of course it will be a great disappointment for these people when their oracle  &  her prophecies are eventually, inevitably proved wrong, but still…   ❝ must you be so pessimistic about it, though? i know you have a desperate need to be right, all the time, but surely you can lay off it for one adventure – and hush up and stop being cross yourself. ❞

                           — Raising his eyebrow at her snap back at him. Honestly he was rather impressed, and did take a note. It wasn’t that he purposefully trying to upset the other. He had much less of a filter than he had before when it came to his low tolerance of stupidity.

                  ❝     I’m not cross. Who said I was being pessimistic. Pessimistic is thinking that their whole civilization will crumble if they figure out that bit of information. I’m not being pessimistic. I don’t have a desperate need to be right, either. Where do you get that from? Sounds like you’re the one who needs to be right.    ❞

                           He countered, still teasing her. It took a lot to properly offend the Doctor, and he liked to think that anyone close to him knew that. Little bickering like this, little arguments was just how he got people to think. Rambling obviously didn’t work, so he was much shorter and less sweeter with his words.

anyways uHHH I WANTED TO SEE HOW THIS LOOKED DON’T MIND ME

i need to be matchy matchy in everything i do... especially since im going to be remaking 11 into a single muse blog again