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.

Comments

[championoftime]

Before. And after the fifth. Do they all go by numbers here? That's phenomenally boring. I don't want to go by numbers. Who started this number nonsense? One of me probably did, come to think of it.

[grayatonement]

They go by "The Doctor", but they all have numbers. For us to tell you apart.

[championoftime]

"The Doctor" really does work better when its not in the plural, doesn't it? We become a bit like wooden ducks with numbers marked on our sides otherwise.

And who might you be?

[grayatonement]

What distinguishes you?

Sylar.

I thought I replied and didn't! Fucking psychic replies! *fistyrue!*

[championoftime]

That seems familiar. Ah, well. It's my excellent sense of haut couture and my rugged good looks.

<3

[grayatonement]

Right. Good luck here.