001 | brand new day |

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ It's an unfamiliar site that you find yourself in tonight. An impossible room with different colors and glass floors, staircases that seem to go nowhere. At the center of the room is a column made of glass with panels filled with nonsense items: a typewriter, levers, hot and cold handles, even a phone! There's even a monitor hanging from the ceiling next to the man dressed in a tweet jacket and a bowtie. ]

No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion... it doesn't make any sense! You're giving me nonsense, old girl, absolute babble! I know that the transfer might of been a bit confusing and backwards for you, but, no data whatsoever? What sort of nasty thing have you got in your time rotor this time?

[ Suddenly the man stops and turns and looks at you. He glances to the sides, shifting slightly, his hands flexing into small fists as he steps towards the edge of the glass ramp. ]

How did you get in here? No one can just walk into the TARDIS.


((ooc: intro post! ♥ this is a dream taking place within the console room of the TARDIS. if you have any questions regarding it, lemmie know! and, he doesn't know he's dreaming just yet. ))

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I didn't cover those parts of myself.

[She's facing away as she says it, and angles her body back partway towards the Doctor again to continue.]

I threw them away. They have nothing to do with me now.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Right, yeah. Of course. Like you can just throw parts of you away like they're unwanted limbs.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

We already throw away those limbs when they're no use to us or will hurt us to keep them.

[Mercury tilts her head slightly, resulting in a challenging look to the Doctor.]

Why not this, too?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Because then you stop being you. Didn't we just talk about this?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

You're stubborn about that. Why is it that important to you?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I know what it's like to lose who you are.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[That... she hadn't expected, and it strips away the arrogance to the girl beneath immediately.

She knows it isn't as easy as pretends; how long had she chased after just who she was supposed to believe she was? But she hadn't known someone else felt the same. Mercury fixes the Doctor with a serious look.]

You, too?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I haven't given up everything I think is good and true in the universe. But... I have made my mistakes. Done terrible things.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

And that was losing who you were?

[Her eyes flicker downward towards some spot on the ground as she seems to consider this idea. She looks back up at the Doctor only after time to gather her thoughts passes.

It sounds different, now, than losing himself; but regrets... she may not be a stranger to those, either. Every life lost to her hands that started innocent and had to die because it became a monster. The power to change that had ended at her own hands, no matter her intentions. That is perhaps her biggest regret even now.]

So what now?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Well, one of us has to wake up.

[ The Doctor looks up at her and says nothing. He had lost who he was in the Time War. That was why Rose was so important to him. She reminded him what it was like to be the Doctor. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Not that. I mean for you.

[Or maybe herself after all. What's the next step at the end of everything?]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Ah. [ He scratches the back of his neck. ] I keep running.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Some day, won't you have to stop and face what you're running from? Sooner or later, it can't just be avoided.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Eventually.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

So just who is the 'you' you're running from?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Someone I'm not about to tell a stranger about,

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

See? It's not so strange to have something you don't talk about.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

The difference is, I'm over 900 years old.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

What does that have to do with it? [Asks the immortal being born as a senshi countless tens of thousands of years ago.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I get to keep more secrets by the nature of being old!

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

And if I said it wasn't so old? What would you think?

[This is another of those slightly deceptive obvious 'hypotheticals', a sounding board before deciding what to say, what level to relate to him on.]