The Doctor

Taxon Intro

2009-05-07T14:29:17Z

The Doctor had been about to step out of the TARDIS doors and take a leisurely visit to Villengard in the 52nd century He'd been meaning to check on that banana grove for years and kept getting waylaid by various distractions. Par for the course really, the whole unexpected detour business. So as he took that first tentative curious peek out, he wasn't too surprised to find himself somewhere completely different.

"Well it's definitely not Villengard." He shrugged, thrusting his hands into his pockets, pushing his coat back. What he hadn't banked on though, was the TARDIS behind him disappearing. A wary glance backwards over his shoulder confirmed that innate gut wrenching feeling that never failed to hit as soon as he was separated from her. But he'd worry about that later, she wasn't too far away, he could still feel her at least. Right now he had a fairly empty room to explore.

"Transmat. Nice." He nodded appreciatively, curiosity having lifted his gaze skyward before he clapped eyes on the tablet. Pulling his specs out of his pocket he starts having a poke around at the menu functions so he can get a closer look and see just where he's ended up and what the tablet's for. And by close, he really is close.

"Oh 'ello, what've we got here then?" He muses, more to himself than an intended audience. "Thank you." He smiles in response to the 'Welcome to Taxon' written on the screen, "'S better than some welcomes I've had. 'S not often I get a welcome at all, actually."

"'Ello Taxon! Take me to your leader." He says, cracking a huge dorky grin as he heads out of the door with a confident stride to explore further.

"I always wanted to say that."

Catching up with old 'friends'

2009-01-05T10:48:21Z

Oi! This thing on? [taps the screen] Last time I left a message here, I'm not even sure you got it, or if you did you chose to ignore it. Being rude's my prerogative missus, not yours. Aaaanyway, you know me Jane, not the most patient of blokes, certainly stubborn. You've got to give me that. Oh and brilliant of course. [geeky grin].

Blimey though! No wonder I never get any airtime, it's like being on the tube at rush hour in here, not that I mind standing, prefer it actually, never was any good at sitting down for long periods of time. Call it ADD if you like, I know you do, and trust me, it's worse than your muse ADD, I will win out in the end, I always do. Because I'll never tire of this, I'll just keep nagging and knocking and nagging, said nagging already didn't I? But at least I made my point.

Have a spring clean, new year new start, tidy out the dead wood. Stick to me, well that's a given, top of the list I should be, but if I have to play second fiddle to River and Astrid, weeeell I can think of worse people. But all the others, with the exception of Gene and Natalie, because they're just comm based. I'm one of your oldest, that's got to count for something. Remember all those brilliant threads in Los Angeles? I was spectacular, still could be, still am. Get out there and post, there's a whole multiverse out there, teeming with brilliant people, who all need to meet me.

http://community.livejournal.com/dear_mun/3907242.html

Dear Mun...

2008-12-13T20:01:18Z

Right, few things to go over here, listen carefully I might go a bit fast for you, and I'm not repeating myself, I hate repeating myself. Well, unless it's to tell people I'm fine, I do seem to repeat that a lot, but that aside, not my favourite activity. Anyway, to the point, or points rather, because they are numerous:

Number one, it's not much fun being left in here, and trust me no matter how much you try to convince yourself, it's not comparable to the Zero room, not even slightly. Yeah, I know there are others that have long since been cast aside too, but they're not as important as me. See me? I'm important, brilliant, clever, fun, witty, ~~angsty~~. Take your pick, all very very good reasons not to drop me.

B, you miss me. Let's not beat around the bush, you do. Not really up for debate that one, and frankly I don't blame you, I'd miss me too. Actually, I do miss me. Well, me out there anyway. I still have me in here, but me in here isn't the same. If you want me to analogise, imagine a Doctor without a voice, without a TARDIS, trapped, unable to travel. That wasn't so much an analogy, but I think it made the point more succinctly than anything else could have.

iii, It's been so long since you let me talk, I now feel like I'm playing that game where you have to speak continually without pause or hesitation for breath, there may or may not be a time limit, but if I keep going, it gives you less chance to interrupt and cut me off in my prime.

Four, or is it D? Anyway, actually I'm not really sure what four is, but I would like at this point seeing as how I have already given the bullet point a title, to continue in this vein because I like the sound of my own voice and it's been far too long since I heard it.

E, the big one, the reason you haven't been playing me, it's not that hard. I won't go into the specifics here, but you're a clever woman, fix it. I have faith in you, after being alone, really alone, being alone isn't so much of a problem.

Right, as much as I am tempted to carry on, all good things must to come an end, and this was a good thing, you found my voice. Keep it.

The Doctor.

http://community.livejournal.com/dear_mun/3645338.html

Allons-y!

2008-12-12T02:10:58Z

Acceptance of reality, they all do it. No matter what universe, what time line, everyone has to do it to stay sane. And for the first time, he was doing it too. His hand forced to simply accept that which was presented to him as unchangeable fact.

That tree right there, in how many universes is that tree exactly the same? How many universes just let it lose that leaf to the breeze? That exact same leaf, an insipid green leaf, yellowing and lacking in essential chlorophyll, its limp structure barely allowing it to float on its descent gracefully.

The Doctor lay sprawled on the grass, pinstripe suited arms folded behind his head as he watched the tiny leaf slowly spiral and flutter to the ground beneath. There were holes everywhere, he could almost feel them, great big rips in the fabric of this universe, taunting him with their inexplicable existence. Anything could happen here, anyone could come here, anyone from any time, from any universe. All they had to do was drop through one of those rips. All those theories that humans muse about, like them all just being God's chess pieces. It wasn't so ridiculous an idea here. Something was controlling events. Nooooo, that's impossible surely. 'Who would?' or more importantly 'who could?'. It was a ridiculous theory, regardless of how much his gut instinct argued.

But there was no such thing as an anomaly in the Doctor's mind, everything could be explained, everything could be broken down into scientific data, definitive proof of how it happened; why it occured. The secrets that drove this universe onwards in its tortuous parody of a thousand parallel worlds would ensure that he stayed.

His visits here had been carefully orchestrated, subtle changes to timelines in a universe that followed no rules in the first place. In a world stuffed to the brim with threat after threat, he was needed here more than anywhere. Complicated thing is time, fuzzy around the edges, nothing set in stone ever. Where was she now? His Rose. She'd left oodles of void stuff, it was everywhere in the TARDIS. Residual echoes of a life form that simply no longer was, the one life form that... the one life form that... He rubbed at his temples, dragging the fingers across his eye sockets to pinch the bridge of his nose. This universe wasn't like the rest, it gathered fragments of every other universe out there, as if on its own whim, sucking people in and spitting them out when it was bored with them or when the taste no longer appealed.

Life is cruel they say, and here, it was never such a poignant statement.

"Allons y!" He smiled brightly, pushing himself up onto his elbows, full of incongruent optimism given his previous train of thought. After all, in a universe that followed no rules, anything could be waiting round that corner. Anything at all.

You Are Not Alone

2008-03-06T20:25:32Z

Tenebrae Verse Fic.

She looked just like her if he squinted; the blonde girl doing cartwheels in the park. A mass of dishevelled blonde hair as she flung her legs above her head and giggled infectiously. He'd never seen her do a cartwheel, he was sure she could though. She could do anything, his Rose.

'You are not alone'

The dying words of the Face of Boe echoed in his mind, taunting him, stinging him. He was alone now. There were new people, there always were, but none had buried themselves deep in his hearts like she did. He would help them and move on, or for a while they might travel with him. And while it lasted, it was just brilliant. That's how it worked, this life, this path he'd carved out for himself.

They couldn't stay with him, none of them. The curse of the Time Lords and it left him with an aching void, that even he, brilliant as he was, didn't know how to fill.

'You are not alone'

Oh! But he was now. He'd held the last of his kind dying in his arms, willed him to regenerate, pleaded with him even. Impotent as he'd slipped away, refusing to bend to his tear stained will even at the last. Sacrificing his own life, in one last act of malevolence. He'd lost everything, everyone that ever mattered to him.

He was alone.

The Doctor was surrounded by bustling activity as he leant on the railing and cracked open the lid of his Starbucks. All these people, living their lives, ordinary lives, with people they loved. It was so easy, so simple for them.

"I'm alone now Jack." The Doctor sighed wistfully, his voice tinged with resignation as he watched the blonde girl disappear out of sight, chasing her companion in a flurry of silliness and laughter.

The phone in his pocket stirred him from his despondency as it chirped out. "Right!" he snapped back into reality, the here and now, the familiarity of urgency breaking his mood effortlessly. "I'll be there as soon as I can!"

The coffee was abandoned as he started to sprint, but the memories and the painful chasm would never be.

Geek tiem!

2007-06-21T23:20:47Z

Doctormun defeating the Empress of the Racnoss with a sonic screwdriver at her son's birthday outing to the Dr Who Exhibition....LOL

Had a fantastic time to be honest, touched the Doctor's actual coat, and Rose's costume in The Wire (the 50's mod one). Fiddled with the fake controls in the TARDIS mock up, controlled a Dalek's sink plunger...ROFL

I think I enjoyed it more than the nine yr old boys we were taking! *grin*

Alone again.

2007-01-18T16:06:17Z

Working his arse off with the Nexus reality explosion had not given the Doctor much time to consider anything. He's been sleeping like the dead, in an empty TARDIS. When Rassilon showed up, he had the luxury of stepping back from the problem, not that he'd wanted to, but even a Time Lord can suffer from over exhaustion and rest was long overdue. Granted his stamina isn't human, but over a week of non-stop work, barely eating or sleeping catches up on you.

"Rose?" he called out in his semi awake state. "Ah! Right, there is no Rose is there."

He slumped down into his favourite chair and just sat there, staring into the nothingness infront of him. He'd not meant to leave unannounced, circumstances had made it so he hadn't had chance. The time he'd spent in the Matrix was to gain knowledge about the Nexus, learn more about how the portals worked, where its creation was. If it hadn't been for those precious weeks researching, he wouldn't have stood a chance at fixing anything.

"That's how it works old boy. Saving the world, worlds, humans. She's gone. Probably for the best aswell. Twice you've let her down, how many more times before you break her?" but his expression said otherwise. He missed her already, missed her infectious giggling, missed the jip she gave him.

"Bye Rose." As he stared into the air infront of him, watching a tiny dust particle dance, a single tear ran down his cheek.

LOL....Not bloody much.

2006-11-12T14:06:06Z

Groggily the Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose as he buried his head under the pillow. Boy that was a mother of a headache. He lay there for a moment, not moving, then realisation struck.

Pillow hastily cast aside he jumped out of the hotel bed with a start. Where the hell was he? And who was that? "Bugger, bugger, bugger!" he whispered as he got dressed as quietly as possible so as not to wake her. His trouser pockets were considerably lighter he noted as he pulled them completely inside out.

Then it started coming back to him. "Oh Hell!"

Half his clothes just picked up, he actually sneaked out of that room. Shutting the door ever so carefully so as not to wake the woman up. Had he stayed, he'd have found out he'd done nothing more than flake out in a drunken mess after gambling away everything he had on him. But instead he snuck away in the early hours. Rose was going to be furious with him, but not half as furious as he was going to be with the lad who'd given them the damned costumes.

Halloween Party

2006-11-03T17:10:22Z

((Backdated RP for a Halloween party with LOLed costumes as the muns missed it.))

The Doctor regarded Rose with a mixture of contempt and admiration as they walked into the already bustling party. Here we go he thought, watch while she flirts and vies for the attention of every man with money or title in the place.

But still there was something about her that made him want to grab her and kiss like she'd never been kissed before. Rose was a wild card, a woman of great strength, and he was sure he was the man to tame her, or at least open her eyes to who she was. They were alike, out for themselves above all else.

Frankly my dear....

2006-10-30T23:14:16Z

((RP Continued from here and then here))

By the time the Doctor gets back to the TARDIS, Rose is fast asleep. He leans against her bedroom door for a while, just watching. She's on her front, her head just a mass of dishevelled blonde hair obscuring her face and she's making the most adorable little murmuring noises.

"Everything'll be alright Rose" he whispers.

When she wakes, he'll fetch her tea and then maybe they can try their costumes on. But for now, he distracts himself the best way he knows how, tinkering with the TARDIS and that stubborn chameleon circuit.

Saving the Earth is easy in comparison

2006-10-30T14:08:21Z

Agitated Doctor doesn't come into it, he's found a quiet corner of the Nexus, and he's leaning against the wall deep in thought. Arms were folded, but one of them is up and covering his face now, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

"Oh Rose" he sighs. "Rose, Rose, Rose"

OOC

2006-10-29T12:23:43Z

((Just a couple of threads that are worth making a post about. And I can find them easier if they're posted here.))

Hermesmun bwees at the squee and chips and deep south

A drunken kiss! Uh Oh!

Jacky Boy turns up!

Reinette

2006-10-13T08:14:37Z

She's here. In the Nexus.

Rose is AWOL

2006-10-02T20:07:39Z

"Hey, I've come bearing gifts" The Doctor hollers as he enters the TARDIS, twirling the PINPoints he snagged in the Nexus between his fingers, fully expecting Rose to be around somewhere. "Rose" he shouts a little louder when he gets no response. "Rose?"

"ROSE!" he yells, wanting to be heard rather than panicking yet. Where the hell was she? He'd only been gone for about half an hour, it'd have taken her at least twenty minutes to complete the work he'd left her with, and that was without margin for errors.

He scooted about the TARDIS, checking everywhere, he was still half thinking she was just having a sleep or something. The longer he looked though, the more his mind started wandering, imagining the worst. "Damn it Rose, where the hell are you? Gone for walkies in the Nexus no doubt" he sighed.

"If you've got yourself into trouble" he muttered as he left the TARDIS "I swear I'll..." he didn't complete the sentence, just pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. He didn't have a good feeling about this.

The Master

2006-10-01T22:28:37Z

Continued from here

After leaving Rose with the calibration values for the biogenic shields and instructions on how to enter them, noone was getting inside without a thorough molecular scan (not that your average Joe would even know it was happening), The Doctor headed back to the Nexus, and a little back in time aswell to speak to The Master for himself.

The Nexus

2006-09-26T23:30:18Z

Well, well, well. *pats the TARDIS*

Bloody brilliant. Converging, all of 'em, every last universe, all available at random in this little pocket in time and space.

Oh Boy! Faaaantastic.