All or Nothing at All

[championoftime]

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

[He pops off his hat in greeting to the camera, eyebrows shooting up with the gesture and then replaces it.]

Yes, another one, I know. But we're really not all the same are we? We have our own ticks and habits above similarities. Sometimes I think we're all squabbling siblings vying for the same body rather than an individual. Something that I occasionally reflect on. [He rolls the "R" in "reflect" thickly.]

Anyway, the Admiral informed me that more of me might be meandering about here, so I'll assume that most of you are at least vaguely acquainted with who I am. Whether you believe me to be an "old geezer" I've gotten that one a few times or the one with the scarf, it is still me. But all of you I haven't had the pleasure of making acquaintances with.

So, introduce yourselves! No time likes to give presents.

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[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

Always seems to be the case, doesn't it? I didn't think much of myself when meeting me as my third, but I can't begin to remember what I was fussing about.

Well, regardless, I haven't regenerated yet, and this ship tends to do distressing things to one's memories If we've not met outside of here, I'm certain we will.

What brought you here, I'm curious?

[Private]

[championoftime]

I was shot.

[His tone becomes very serious, almost even dark.] I abhor guns, they sicken me. Violence, needless death. It all melds into a useless cesspool of destruction.

I won't go into the details for obvious reasons, but I was shot in drive-by, and the hospital's attempts to save my life are what ruined me. My regeneration was starting.

No good would come of it. No lessons taught. No people protected. Just me. Alone. In a hospital morgue. Becoming someone else.





Here I at least have the chance to remedy that. If not the chance to travel again, the chance to go out on a worthwhile note.

[Private]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

Shot! That's terrible! What in... where were you, that you met with such a crude reception?

...wait a moment. You arrived here before regenerating? D'you know if you were simply plucked out of your timeline with the ability to return, or if your presense here denotes some sort of rift? [THIS IS RELEVANT TO HIS INTERESTS.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

It hardly matters. I'm hesitant to say, as it may be something that need happen.

Why? Well... perhaps. I was more readjusted. I came lacking bulled holes and with my TARDIS.