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15 January 2011 @ 12:23 am
[Video] (Dated to after everything is over)  
[The Doctor is sitting against his TARDIS cross-legged. The journal is positioned in sort of an upshot as it's propped on his legs. His hat is off. Actually, he lost it in the hall, his umbrella too. No idea where they are. He might have the TARDIS make another. Right now, he's just sitting and holding a little plush animal. It looks like a baby toy, and resembles a bear with sabertooth fangs. It's actually a sehlat, but he doesn't know what in the cosmos it could be.

He still hurts, but he's been with the old girl long enough that most of the damage is sorted out.]

I thought... maybe, with my end, the worst of my actions would go with me. I didn't want to think they would carry on. [He turns the toy over to look at it's little nubby tail. For a moment, beady stuffed animal eyes and nose fill the screen, before he moves it away again.] I suppose we all have our nasty and unfortunate sides. Just as every one ought to have a good one.

For those of you I've not introduced myself to, I'm Dr. John Smith. [This time, he just leaves "the Doctor" off. He's obviously bothered at the moment, in a distant sort of way.] I can't guarantee you I'll do the right thing all the time. I'm far from perfect, but I'll make the attempt. [He sort of chuckles awkwardly to himself.] As if they need to be told that I'm not perfect. [He mutters this to the stuffed whatever, and he shakes his head and the bit of smile wanes.] I'd like to thank Billy for lending me a hand in the hallway. Quite noble of him. When I'm done here... I was wondering if there was someone that could point me in the direction of a little patch of sky where a weary old Time Lord might roam for the rest of his regeneration. It's an impossibility to return to my own universe without upsetting the balance and I'd like to have a distant shore that I could explore.

[He holds the stuffed animal up closer to his face.] I'm not quite sure what this is supposed to be. The TARDIS left it on the console. [He's more than a bit distracted and admittedly all over the place. Being thrown into walls by everything he ever feared about himself can do that to you.]

[Private to Rex and Tim]

I'm not leaving you. I simply need to know where I can go when it comes time for you to leave me.

[Private to the Infirmary]

I apologize for being absent for a bit. I did something very unintelligent. I'll make it up to you tomorrow when I'm better fit to move about.
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championoftime: 7 - don't look at me like that[personal profile] championoftime on January 15th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)
[Private | Video]
Perhaps one of your own blends would be quite enjoyable. [He actually wouldn't mind a visit from Braxiatel, but at the risk of sounding even more like a Time Tot he resists the urge to be too openly glad about it.] Would you be so kind as to pick me up some pain killers from the infirmary on the way?
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: ice is starting to form[personal profile] collector on January 15th, 2011 09:40 pm (UTC)
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Yes, of course. I won't be five minutes. [And he won't be, even if it means balancing a pillow and an antique tea set across the Barge.]
championoftime: 7 - be careful there![personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 04:12 am (UTC)
[Private | Video] I got abducted to go see the Green Hornet. Sorry!
[He probably missed a very impressive show of balance, then. He manages to get up and unlock the door, and then settles on the arm of his couch to concentrate as he waits. His eyes shut, focussed on healing for the moment.]
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: you know you'll end up like the rest[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 04:00 pm (UTC)
[Spamming, I assume?] No apologies! Now you have the main theme in my head.
[This time, Braxiatel doesn't knock but steps in. Tea tray set aside and he's straight over to the sofa with the pillow.] This behind your back.
championoftime: 7 - mooooope[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 04:30 pm (UTC)
[Spam] It's a good fun them!
You could knock. [The pot joked to the kettle. But he took the pillow obediently (and without much complaint at being bossed, if that said anything about the state he was in) and slipped it behind his back with a wince, squirm, and wiggle.]

Braxiatel? They had yet to resurrect Rassilon before you found yourself here, correct?
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: I can't see; it's getting late[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
[Spam]
[Braxiatel stopped in his movement, just stopped. It's difficult to play the truth when a question is asked like that. He looked at the Doctor for one moment, then went briskly over to the tea.]

Time is relative. Sometimes, my mind seems to play tricks on me. My life reorders itself in my memories, and cause and effect seems less a law and more a trick of smoke and mirrors.
championoftime: 7 - do tell?[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
[Spam] Tenses, I fail at them today. I'ma switch this to Log style to keep from brain-splodin. \o/
He gave Braxiatel an odd look. Tilted his head one way, then the other. A brow climbed high. He was vaguely suspicious with the answer, but... when did Brax not require a little suspicion. It was part of his fun.

Anyway, he didn't want to cry foul with this older Time Lord's activities.

"I was just wondering as to your experience with his apparent delusion," he said with a slight boggle of his head. Pondering on things he might actually still affect were better than paying attention to the ache in his back and lack of tingle in his feet.
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: you crack the whip: shapeshift[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC)
[Spam] Fine by me!
"Which one?" It seemed a perfectly valid question to Brax. Rassilon was unwell in so many ways. The Oldest, Greatest, and Maddest of the Time Lords.

Braxiatel had never cared for him, nor had he ever had any fondness for Omega as the Doctor had as a child. Even before the Academy, Braxiatel knew Gallifrey didn't produce heroes and had felt no inspiration in their stories. Rassilon's presence here was not a surprise. Omega's graduation was far more of one. Braxiatel carefully put away all the thoughts now related to Omega as he poured the now-steeped tea.
championoftime: 7 - brooding oncoming storm[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"The most recent one. The one that's here." He made a dismissive around-ish sort of he's here somewhere sort of gesture, keeping a good half his mind focussed on the task of personal repair.

"I think perhaps the presence of Rassilon could be very bad for this vessel. A madman bent on eternal life on a vessel that can violate dimensional barriers. That's a wondrous plan."

He sighed out his nose. Jut out his lower lip like an oversized, disgruntled child. "I lost my umbrella."
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: confident with your back to the audience[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 06:34 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"I doubt he's so much more dangerous than many of the other individuals present."

Braxiatel placed the teacup in the Doctor's hand—not offered it, because he wasn't making tea for an adult, but placed it there because he was dealing with a sick child—and tried to measure all the Doctor's injuries as he did. "If you need me to look for it, you can ask."
championoftime: 7 - pensive[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"True. He was just particularly insane towards me earlier and it's lingering on my mind. You made it all the way here with the pillow and the tea set?" He finally commented on that, impressed as he took the cup without leaning forward.

"It would be best if someone found it. It's a tool as well and certainly shouldn't fall into the hands of some of the inmates, especially should they figure out that it's more than a simple umbrella." He sniffed at the tea, closing his eyes at the familiar aroma, and then taking a sip.
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: you are far too devious[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 07:34 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"I've heard his plan." He hadn't spoken to Rassilon. That didn't mean he hadn't been listening. "At least the Celestis didn't feel the need to destroy everything to have their ascension." Braxiatel produced from his pocket the painkillers he'd picked up from the infirmary and held them out to the Doctor. "The Coordinator isn't aware of the Second War in Heaven, incidentally. I mentioned it to throw him off the track of my relativistic point in time."

He said it casually, but he was glad for it. War Queen and Mistress of the Nine Gallifreys. It was a thought as terrible as that of the Imperiatrix. Brax didn't know if this Doctor would remember it, but Braxiatel would have preferred it forgotten by all, remembered only in his own mind.

"Why don't you have your 'newest acquisition' look for it? The boy you had in your library." Braxiatel was, technically, an inmate, after all. Simply one who seemed to double as a nursemaid.
championoftime: 7 - now what do you think that is[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 09:28 pm (UTC)
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"He wants to destroy everything so nothing can threaten them after their ascension." He popped an eye open. Aha! Painkillers. He was even more eager for those.

"I could. He seemed a bit distracted, so I ought to talk to him. Or I might have Rex do an investigation." His own personal wee Davros, Rex was. Not that Tim wasn't fighting his more violent tendencies. He did have a soft spot for the troubled ones. And he felt better talking about them than anything his elder self had said to him.

"Oh! The Coordinator actually said something fairly kind to me." It was almost with a sense of awe that he delivered this information. As if he'd found a unicorn roaming the halls.
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: I can't see; it's getting late[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 09:50 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"Isn't Rex also an inmate?" This was less an attempt to deter the Doctor and more Brax simply pointing out a contradiction. Call it his natural tendency towards pedagogy.

At the second comment, Braxiatel lifted his eyebrows. "Did he? I may begin to believe in miracles at this rate."
championoftime: 7 - mulling[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"Indeed. But most importantly Rex is my friend." A friend currently in possession of a TARDIS key, and who had remarkably refrained from taking advantage of it. "And he did. He said that Skaro shouldn't have been my responsibility. That was surprising."

He wasn't complaining about it at all. It had actually helped at the time. He wasn't entirely sure the mistletoe hadn't worked itself out of his system. He would be even more surprised when he learned that Narvin had resisted murdering his possessed self. The restraint would be commendable. "Has he said something to you?"
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: you know just what you want[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"How nice of him to admit it." Masking his disdain for the CIA in general and Narvin in particular would be a bigger lie than even Braxiatel could sell. He had never approved of what the CIA and the High Council had used the Doctor for, no matter how hypocritical that disapproval might have been.

"He's said a fair amount to me. We are, after all, colleagues. Short of yourself, he is the person here with whom I am the closest." Braxiatel paused. "What a sickening thought. I think I need my own cup of tea."
championoftime: 7 - do tell?[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 10:29 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"Oh do have one. You did an excellent job and you need to wash that thought out of your mind." He winced (though the painkillers were vaguely kicking in) and scrunched back more into his loaned pillow that was so comfortable it might be difficult to squirm out of his possession.

"Between that, my older self brutalizing people, and Rassilon sounding as if he should be an operator for a tawdry phone line I don't know what to think this week." His brows climbed up high at the observation of Rassilon, because that was simply wrong.
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: confident with your back to the audience[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
[Log]
Brax would have that pillow back or there would be collectors to pay. Not tax collectors. Those could be dealt with. Far more dangerous, an art collector.

He went over to the tea set to fetch himself his own glass. "I don't feel particularly inclined to ask any questions about the last myself," Braxiatel said. "Though I can say, with respect to your elder self, that I am very disappointed in your tendency towards the melodramatic."
championoftime: 7 - bracing himself[personal profile] championoftime on January 16th, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
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Brax is a terrible man, wielding his art collectors. Until then, that pillow was getting a thorough wallow.

"He told me that he thought I would understand," he muttered. "And I almost did. That's what bothers me." He pursed his lips tightly over his tea.
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: I can't see; it's getting late[personal profile] collector on January 16th, 2011 11:50 pm (UTC)
[Log]
"Understand what, precisely? The power of war? The superiority that comes from such power? The second-most famous of Nietzschean aphorisms? Be careful fighting monsters, lest you end up repeating 19th-century philosophy? A terrible omen indeed." He walked back over to the Doctor and stopped in front of him.
championoftime: 7 - concentrating[personal profile] championoftime on January 17th, 2011 12:02 am (UTC)
[Log]
After a moment, he nodded vaguely. "Watch yourself. You're going to make me miss Benny again."

A quirk of his mouth and he shifted forward, off the pillow to rest his elbows on his knees. "It's never very good when more than one of me is in one spot. It's not pleasant meeting a future self." He had no idea of Brax's habits. "I want very badly to have my own second chance. That's what I came here for, essentially. My last final adventure free of being 'the Doctor' and all the difficulties it would carry.

"When I came, there was but two. But then the latter ones began to arrive, and it's a bit like having a group of squabbling brothers. You must feel as though you have your hands full."
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: you want three wishes[personal profile] collector on January 17th, 2011 12:19 am (UTC)
[Log]
The undercurrent of irony in the conversation actually made it easier for Braxiatel to push back his own sentiments and desires. Instead he breathed, and sat beside the Doctor, and drank his tea. "I do have my hands full. It's like multiple Christmases come early, repeated, and played on top of themselves."
championoftime: 7 - my eyeroll[personal profile] championoftime on January 17th, 2011 12:29 am (UTC)
[Log]
"And they wonder why I hated coming home for the holidays." He rolled his eyes. "I've never been around this many of myself for this long. Usually we leave as soon as our business is squared." He finally drank more of his now half cooled tea.

"You don't have to deliver us from our issues, though. That's what Rose and Martha and Rex and Tim and all of those are for. I didn't see it myself until I tried to talk some sense into me and failed utterly. I appreciate the efforts, Braxiatel, but I would much rather you be given the opportunity to work out your own. ...Which is admittedly difficult when gods are attacking and psychic swords are being unleashed and family is causing problems and all the worst Time Lords are around...." He rolled his eyes.

"...I am glad to have you around." It helped with his itchy chess fingers.
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands: wheels are turning in your head[personal profile] collector on January 17th, 2011 12:50 am (UTC)
[Log]
"Oh, I'd never try to do anything so dramatic as deliver you from your issues. Those stables can be left to a more able Herakles." He really had to kick the habit of resorting to Greek when a Roman allusion would suffice. It was something of how his mind had come to be wired.

"But I believe I have some right to concern myself with your well-being generally. And you do seem to need a worrying amount of tea."
championoftime: 7 - elbow on shoulder[personal profile] championoftime on January 17th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
[Log]
"You make good tea," he said accusingly, as if it were all Brax's fault. "Oh! You ought to try the Vulcan spice tea next time you come around. I received some for Christmas."

He didn't offer anything to the statement, because he would probably be pestering Braxiatel even when a warden should have responsibility over worrying over him.
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