One Hundred Forty-Six

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[dictated; the usual TARDIS hum in the background and the sound of something being put in a drawer -- and the sound of Ten humming 'the song that never ends' until he catches himself :\]

-- Now, Jack, where've you got off to? You've been eerily quiet.

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[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[have a "BUT I'M INNOCENT" face as he finally wanders back into the TARDIS after... going... places]

Oh nowhere.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Nowhere. [his 'riiight, right' nod] S'nice, nowhere. I go there often. Lovely in the summer.

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

You should see it in the spring. [aheh]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

How's it this time of year? -- Oh, blimey. Happy autumnal equinox -- well. On Earth, anyway, but just about everything else is Earth-wise here. Except, of course, the weather, so never mind. [la la rambly mode]

So what've you been up to, really?

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[will forever find rambly mode adorable]

Contemplating the meaning of life, taking a walk, smelling the flowers and all that. [lala not saying the real reason]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[subtle eyeroll]

Captivating.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Sure, nobody asks where I am when I'm quiet.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

You, quiet? [JK DONNA JK D:]

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Oi, I've been...almost sort of quiet since I changed back. [because she's been busy doing other things, obvsly]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

You have, actually. Everyone has. [D: wait, this is a bad thing] What've you been doing?

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

What, d'you think I've been up to something?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

No, I'm just... curious. [pause] Have you been up to something?

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[snort] Not much to do 'round here unless you like stumbling across corpses in strange locations.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

You been sneaking off on me with Jack, then? It's been awfully quiet 'round the TARDIS, you know. [tone: he is kidding around]

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll] Oh, yeah, that's definitely it. We're going to elope together and leave you all alone, Doctor.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

You're all terrible.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[grin] I know.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

[ Uhm. Have a meow, Doctor. ]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[o.o shot in the dark here, but...] Nebula?

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

That noise. What is it?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[-- right, not Nebula. and, of course, so used to the sound of the TARDIS:]

What noise?

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

that noise, the humming.

It isn't irritating, but I've never heard anything quite like it.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

-- Oh. That's the TARDIS. She's my ship. That's her -- well, to put it simply, that's the sound of her breathing.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

[ Yeeeah, you lost him. ] TARDIS. I've yet to see a ship here.

And Nebula?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

She's not very conspicuous. Just appears to be a blue Police Box on the outside.

She's, ah, my cat. Well, not my cat. -- Well, yes, she is. Thought she might've got into someone's journal or something.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

That sounds a bit more advanced than what I'm used to.

Afraid not. It's only me.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Mm, that's the case for a lot of people. She's a ship that travels time and space, and she's both living and sentient. The Police Box is just a disguise.

Oh. [... pause] Are... you a cat, then?

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

Time and space? [ amused ] Ours floated on water, if we were lucky.

I am.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[a bit of a laugh] Yeeeeah, bit more advanced than that.

Oh! Brilliant!

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

My name is Thackery Binx, it's a pleasure.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Pleasure's mine, Thackery. I'm the Doctor.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

The Doctor.

I've never heard of a Doctor who traveled through time, for obvious reasons. What do you practice?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Um... bit of everything, really. I'm non-practice-specific.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

I can accept that.

If you don't mind me asking, Doctor, what year do you come from?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Ah... [a sigh] None in particular. -- Well, originally, way, way in Earth's future - I'm assuming you're from Earth, yeah? - but that's neither here nor there. I don't tend to stay in any one time for too long.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

A drifter?

Yes, I'm from Earth. I see, there's nothing wrong with that.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Yup, that's me. Drifting along from place to place.

What about you, Thackery? When - and, well, where, I s'pose - are you from?

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

We live similar lives, though I imagine yours is much more adventurous.

I was born in 1676, but I arrived here from the year 1993, from Salem, Massachusetts.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Not an ordinary -- well, I suppose, if you're talking. Fairly long-lived for a cat.

[livewithguilt.livejournal.com]

Far from it, yes.