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[LOCKED from her Fifth and Eleventh selves]

Has anyone noticed my future selves acting a bit... oddly, recently?

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[Three woke up today feeling... perfectly normal, not different at all. (Well, by 'today' we mean 'at some point today'; it's not as if she'd spend all her time lounging in bed, it's useless.) So in the spirit of being perfectly normal, she's in the kitchen now, enjoying a delicious breakfast of waffles with strawberries and watching people wander in and out of the kitchen. And yes - for those meeting her in person, her hair has mysteriously taken on the coiffure in her icon, and she is wearing black. (Black is easier to keep clean, in her line of work.)

She also has her journal out with her, for leisurely reading. After a few moments, you can hear the soft tap, tap, tap of her nails (polished red today; it's a lovely colour, almost matching that of oxygenated hemoglobin) against the table. And then, finally, dictation, sounding a little thoughtful:]

I've been idle for far too long.

[Perhaps she could go down to the town and raise a little hellfire. Hmm. It's times like these that she pines for the ability to traverse planets as she used to. Earth, for example - she could do with a little taste of her favourite planet.]

{Loss start!}

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['sup, Paradisa. Three's in the library surrounded by a stack of books being all awesome and Doctor-y and also dictating useful tidbits about thermodynamics from other universes to K-9 so he can add them to his databanks.

And then she realizes her journal's been open. Oops.]

- Well, that was something of an accidental lesson. Everyone's well, I hope?

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For those who knew him, the Tenth Doctor's gone home.

[...Three needs tea. And things.]

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( The rest cutted for the sake of your f-lists )

[Dictated, annoyed:] Aaaaand it seems that chap I'm meant to be seeing didn't much like my having Italian with Ukitake. Perhaps it really is time to get away.

( Five )

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[Siiiiigh.

So the Doctor slips a magazine article onto her journal. Which... features a picture of 'Susan Foreman' tripping epically in a pair of ridiculously high-heeled sandals, along with the awesomesauce black shirt-green skirt outfit found in her icon.

On the upside she looks all pretty and glamourous? Just. Also ridiculous. The article helpfully notes this, and suggests that maybe she has an inner ear problem.]

This may be more difficult than I originally thought.

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[The Doctor wakes up in a semi-chic, pretty large expensive-ish apartment with lots of sunlight and things. The walls are peppered with pictures of her in tabloids, which is no small amount of disconcerting, and she takes a moment to read a few of the attached articles about one 'Susan Foreman'.]

[Thoughtfully:] I used to know a few actresses. They gave me a few tips - I suppose I could be alright if I tried.

[Absently starts to dig through her closet for something to wear and, dear Rassilon, does this woman own any shoes that are not stilettos/very high heeled?]

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[So Three got some sleep last night. Admittedly not much, but sleep is nice on occasion, especially if you're oddly tired.

What's not nice? Is waking up in your future self's body. AND AFTER SHE'D JUST GOTTEN USED TO BEING FEMALE, TOO.

Which is why you get a little bit of choice swearing in Gallifreyan once she sorts things out. And picks up the journal. AND GUESS WHAT.]

Dear Rassilon, he's blind!

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Who: The Third Doctor & Winifred Burkle
What: ~~Femmeslash for SCIENCE!~~ Experiment # umpty-umpty, Valentine's Day bow & arrow.
When: Sometime Valentine's Day
Where: The Doctor's TARDIS, among the test tubes, with copious nanogenes and medical supplies & such.
Rating: PG for now?

( Read more... )

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[The Doctor is involved in a very delicate application of science, in the kitchen.

Translation: she's making walnut fudge cake, with the assistance of K-9. And by making, we mean attempting to. She's surveying a section of table with the remains of three unappetizing-looking cakes: one completely flat and burnt-looking, one collapsed in on itself (though who knows, it might still be delicious?); and one that just refused to cook, no matter what she did to it.]

I can't understand it. This is just the application of science, and I am a scientist.

Affirmative, Mistress.

[She absently dips a finger in the batter that was supposed to be cake number three, for a taste.] I suppose there's nothing to do but- [-realize that it's not coming off.] K-9, analyze this for me, would you?

Analyzing. [whirr whirr whirr~] Substance has taken on a chemical composition similar to glue.

-Really? I can't imagine how that happened.

Suggest you do not stray from the written recipes, Mistress.

-Yes, well, I suppose that might do it.

{OOC: The Doctor, K-9.}

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[Don't mind the Doctor, she's just stretched out on the floor of the lobby, face to face with a hamster. And she's... wiggling her nose at it and making odd hamster-y sounds. Apparently, she's trying for some interspecies communications skills.

Also, scribbling notes in her journal about what seems to work and what doesn't. Feel free to notice either and wtf.]

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[-Oh, hello, Paradisa. Three's in the lobby, seated on the couch, with her wheelchair flipped on its side next to her while she attempts to affix anti-gravity units to its wheels. She's been having a few problems with stairs, see. Unfortunately, it's... not going quite as planned, but she's sure she'll sort it out because she can't, really really can't have the ghosts ferrying her around anymore.

For those of you playing at home, her journal's picking up a splendid rendition of "I Am the Very Model of a ~~Gallifreyan Buccaneer~~ Modern Major-General" in humming.]

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[The Doctor's been in the library for the past few hours with a stack of books, because obviously catching up on your multiversal reading is for the cool kids. After finally, FINALLY deciding she's been there long enough, she makes a motion to get up, and...

Hmm.

Attempts to rub some feeling back into her legs are... unhelpful, which leads her to the conclusion that this is more than a simple matter of legs fallen asleep.]

Bugger. These... temporary Losses - on the whole, how long is it they last?

{OOC: 'sup. Loss start.}

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[The Doctor has finally returned to the Castle after her... five-day walk. Walking tour, more like, and by now even the lovely cloak she's acquired is soaked through, but she doesn't seem particularly bothered. She feels pretty refreshed, as a matter of fact. At any rate, she's just gotten into the Console Room, dripping and all, and having a look at her journal.]

I see we have a lot of new guests. ~~Why am I not surprised?~~ Welcome, anyway.

( Doctors )

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[She didn't spend last night in the Castle, because all kinds of creepy right there, not to mention incredibly frustrating. That kind of frustrated you get from a punch-to-the-gut, mocking 'even if you manage to take me down, it won't change anything' matter.

Which is why she's currently seated in her TARDIS absently eyeing a bottle of vodka. It's been a while, but this somehow seems like the right occasion.

The journal picks up a muttered 'here goes nothing', and then she tips the bottle back aaaaaaand nothing. Happens. Ladies and gentlemen, she finally found her Loss! And she's not happy about it, because the next thing the journal picks up is the bottle smashing against the far wall.

And then, quietly:] Bugger this. I'm going for a walk.

[If anyone wants to catch the Doctor outside, feel free. Her bright blue shirt is not exactly camouflage (and yes it is short-sleeved, what of it :|). Otherwise, she'll... either wind up at the library or just keep walking.]

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[Dictated, in clipped, pissed tones:] For Rassilon's sake, stop taking your latent frustration out on the city. We haven't the slightest idea who the townspeople are, and mass murder is hardly the solution.

[Not to mention she will fuck your shit up.]

[Tossed in once she knows the status of things more:] And many of the townspeople require medical assistance. Doctors? [For once she means the medical ones.]

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( Friends of Three (if you think you belong here, you do!) )

['sup, peeps. Three is hanging out in the lobby with something complicated and technogizmo-y. ASK HER HOW.]

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Who: Rose, Reinette and the Doctor⁰³
What: A "Girls Day" for Reinette's Birthday
When: December 29th Early to Late Afternoon
Where: In the City
Rating: PG

( It was what one did for a birthday. )

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[timed to yesterday;

Three is sounding ridiculously pleased, hel-lo.] I can't say I needed another form of transporation, but there's something to be said for the design.

[YES. YES, SHE GOT BESSIE FOR CHRISTMAS.]t

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[Because the Doctor believes in being prepared, she's hanging out in the lobby, doing a test run of her dress for the Christmas ball. Most people probably don't think of it, but you ask a lot of things of a dress for a ball that will probably end in disaster. You want something not likely to fall awkwardly in a crisis (which meant strapless was out, not that it was ever in), with a full skirt for maximum mobility, and preferably something you're not as likely to trip over when you're running. Not to mention she has to be able to wear flats with it, because heels + running tend to end in twisted ankles.

She's trying to sort out the problem of no pockets right now, which is (obviously) why she's settled comfortably onto a couch in the lobby with her journal and a few essentials - sonic screwdriver, a small torch, a handkerchief, duct tape, and a handful of other very important odds and ends.

Written:] I don't suppose anyone knows of a very large bag or a jacket with lots of pockets that go with formal dress?

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Entries tagged with third doctor (au)

looking 'round the wrong corner.

(jests at scars that never felt a wound)

first rule of thermodynamics is there is no thermodynamics.

Σ21; all hail the homecoming hero

Σ020; fame! I'm gonna live forever

Σ019; miss kiss kiss bang

Σ018; bet you just can't keep up with these fashionistas

Σ017; that's what you get for waking up in paradisa

(no subject)

Σ016; how much is that doggy in the window?

Σ015; if we could talk to the animals

Σ014; reversing the polarity of the neutron flow.

Σ013; why has all the run gone?

Σ012; the prodigal doctor

Σ011

Σ010

Σ009; the day after the morning after

Happy Birthday Reinette

Σ008; life is a highway, or at least a dirt lane.

Σ007; preparing for the storm.

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