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[championoftime]

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[He appears on the screen, holding a squirmy mongoose. That terrible jester marionette of his? Still sitting on the back of his couch. He's hesitant because he knows what's been going on, and there's some potentially terrible things that he could be admitting about himself right now. So he's going to try really hard not to!] Harper! This is actually your pet. I'm duty bound to return it to you... I have no idea what it's name is.

[And a pause. Okay! Let's go with-] I know how to play the spoons!

[Really?

That's it?

He sighs in relief.] I was worried for a moment that I was going to say something considerably worse! [He ignores the mongoose considering a voyage down his pullover.] Such as the fact I know I'm the most problematic, repugnant, and unpleasant of the lot of me and I'd been better off not even having gone through this regeneration.

[Wait.] Ignore that bit. [He makes a pissy huff and cuts the feed.]

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[championoftime]

A helpless few that still need hope.

[It's a pity Narvin can't be drawn into this sort of discussion without being huffy.]

I am something of a memorable pest. But that won't stop me from being concerned for you and keeping your feet warm.

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[collector]

I can't imagine it would. You've never been good at keeping jars sealed.

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[fivestepsahead.livejournal.com]

... Noted.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't see the need myself but, as you say, 'conflict of interest'.

[doctor-of-time.livejournal.com]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. You're hardly unpleasant. Or repugnant. [Not quite addressing "problematic" because, well, that tendency to be destructive isn't exactly something he looks back on fondly.]

[Private] *bows* I'd never expected such a positive reaction when making it.

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[He glowers. Doctor. A real answer, please, not this nonsense.] That wasn't very informative. [And anyway, they had established Omega didn't like him that way, hadn't they? And he didn't fee like that towards his friend. Or maybe he did? Oh, he didn't even know anymore. Stupid feelings.]

[blesseddumbfuck.livejournal.com]

Repugnant, no. But I've been called a lot of other things. I think if I could play the spoons, people might be more forgiving of me being an idiot, for instance.

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[championoftime]

No. I suppose not. [He sounds disappointed. Maybe because he knows he's considering it. He's not a sexual person. The entire concept of attachment that comes with it terrifies him, because he knows that he would become attached. But other than the Angvian woman no one would ever make this offer to him again.

Plus there's this terrible little part of his mind telling him to do it. That in this case, the manipulative edge would be worth. That he could turn the tides of history if he just let go.

Ah, well.]

It's more than intuition. But it's something you would have to be patient for. Though, I suspect, your patience is running thin. Whichever is the case, I will still bring that bottle with me the next time I come by.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

Why can't you just - [He makes an exasperated noise.] Fine. Bring that bottle and we shall talk. [And maybe do some other things.]

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[peektuttut]

Yeah, sure. [But he was watching the mongoose too, head tilted to the side. Huh.]

Can we eat in the TARDIS? [He wanted to see what this mood was like.]

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[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

Many people have done horrible things.

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[championoftime]

Certainly. [He ignores the mongoose as it grabs some invention or another and drags it across the floor. It's enjoying playing. He'll leave it.

He opens up the TARDIS doors and lets Tim in. She doesn't seem outwardly affected, but the Doctor passes a glance at the console that's thoughtful enough that it reveals she felt something. Mostly, she got briefly excited about Tim.]

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[peektuttut]

[He follows that look to the console, and heads toward it, head tilted to the side.]

What's all this for?

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[championoftime]

[Because the Doctor is an expensive date! That's why!]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[You suck, Doctor :c If you won't answer I shall just go and ask Omega so we can angst about it, hmph.]

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[championoftime]

The console? ...This one is for piloting. The secondary console room is for ship's systems. It has six sides intended for six pilots.

...Time Lords generally don't wear a lot of clothing conducive to sitting.

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[championoftime]

[Fffft. Rassilon, you're a brat.] Yes. I suppose I could do with leaving the Old Girl alone. She's very unhappy at the moment.

[Private] Do you want to forward date 'till after his confession entry?

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Your fault for not giving clear answers.] Why that? Does she miss travelling? [Friend TARDIS! You fickle ally.]

[Private] We can have him come over after it. I was at the clinic this weekend for labwork

[championoftime]

[I don't give clear answers? Look at my older brother! It's like talking to the Walrus and the Carpenter!]

She's simply irritated with something and I can't quite figure out what.

[Private] Let's do that. How's your headache then?

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Brax is already on the list of people I wish would just die. You don't want on that list, right?]

How peculiar. Tell her I wish her well.

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[peektuttut]

[And that gets a weird little look, Doc, because it looks like you can sit just fine.]

What do Time Lords usually wear, exactly?