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[usedreturn]

[A big blue box just materialized in front of you. Wherever you are. Doesn't matter where--you could be on top of the Radio Tower or in the middle of the Ice Path.]

[And when the door opens with a creak, the box's resident madman pokes his head out with a grin.]

Right, here we are--Raxacoricofallapatorius, lovely place for a vacation. Smells like cinnamon.

[Beat. An Abra floats out of the phone box as well, yawning before draping himself over his Trainer's shoulder.]

Wait, hang on. Hang on. Adric, do you smell cinnamon?

Aaaabra.

No, no, of course I know where I'm going! We're not lost!

Abra. Aaaab.

Now you're just being silly. And it's pronounced 'Raxacoricofallapatorius'. [The doctor takes out a device--and points it at various things--the end glows bright green as it makes a noise. It stops after a moment, Eleven examining it as though reading something.]

Oh, still here? Come on, now that's just boring. Well, no, traveling between words is hardly easy, but this place makes it look like tying shoelaces. Ever tied shoelaces, Adric? Always easy after the first time.

Abra.

Yes, I know you don't wear shoes.

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[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Right. A pony.

Somewhere there's a me that's a pony.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear.]

...Hello, what're you doing up there? Get down from that; it's a TARDIS, not a thing-for-standing-on.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

It's not a flashlight, it's a sonic screwdriver; it sonics things and oh hello you're a clown.

You should, it's lots of fun~

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[He'll just be sonic-ing around, pointing the intermittently buzzing and glowing sonic screwdriver at things.] And eventually coming to Rapunzel's hair. Pointing at it and buzzing in a buzzy-glowy trail alllll the way up to her head...and then seeming surprised that oh there's a person attached to it.]

Oh. Hello there. That is quite a lot of hair. Quite a lot of- [he examines the screwdriver.] -very odd hair.

[partyofwin.livejournal.com]

What's a TARDIS?

[Don't worry, Doctor, she's hopping down, bouncing a bit as she lands.]

That's what I've heard, xD There's just so much of it, idk where to start.

[tower-trapped.livejournal.com]

Uh... thanks?

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.

It's a time machine. My time machine. Only she doesn't quite seem to be working properly at the moment.

Most people start with the Ninth Doctor, it's easiest to get into from there.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

No, really, that is impressive. Impressively long and more than a little unusual. How'd it get like that--well no, it grew, I know how it got like that. Silly question, or it would be one if I asked silly questions.

Is that the newest one?

[tower-trapped.livejournal.com]

[...She can't help but giggle a little. You're kind of funny sir.]

Oh, uh, it's been like this ever since I was a baby.

Nope, most recent one is Eleven. Nine was the start of a series reboot.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[He is quite funny indeed. Mostly without meaning to be.]

Really? Well, that's certainly something--what planet are you from? I don't think that's quite human--could be, probably isn't, can't tell.

OH. That makes sense!

[tower-trapped.livejournal.com]

Uh, no, I'm... human.

[partyofwin.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes go big. Like, impossibly big. And sparkly. Those are definitely sparkles in her eyes, somehow.]

Ohmygosh you have a time machine? I've always wanted one of those!

[used-trick.livejournal.com]

[She understood each individual word, but stringing them all together produced some sort of vaguely sciencey gibberish. She brightens up when the Doctor mentions her costume, though.]

Yeah, I use'ta be a psychiatrist, but this is way more fun. Name's Harley Quinn, who're you?

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

I ain't sure that's right. I mean, I kinda understand the whole "multiple universes" thing, but... can somepony be in two of 'em at once?

[Does it smell like... apples frying, to you?]

Action;

[pianokeys]

[He watches the two talk to eachother through black buttons, a big smile on his face. There are lots of things outside the Otherworld that are really fantastic, aren't there?]

Raxacoricofallapatorius? Sounds like a ma~gnificent place. [He says it without a beat missed; it's his kinda word.]

[nicepartner.livejournal.com]

Then I guess... it's normal?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

[...no way.

that's a TARDIS.

and he's got a sonic screwdriver.

and and and

she is so excited. this is clearly the best day]

Are you who I think you are?

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[Mmmm, apples.]

Oh, sure they can. Happens a lot, parallel universes and all. You can't expect every parallel world to have nothing but different people, then they wouldn't really be all that parallel. Perpendicular, maybe, but not parallel.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Well, yes. Of course I have a time machine, I'm the Doctor.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

A psychiatrist dressed like a clown, that's a new one.

Me? I'm the Doctor.

8D

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Really? Not even a little nonhuman?

[partyofwin.livejournal.com]

[Hoof to forehead.]

Oh duh, of course you've got a time machine.

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

Para-whatnow?

[Don't you use your fancy math on me, Doctor!]

Action;

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Lovely place, really, not every day you see a purple planet that smells like cinnamon.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Well, that all depends. I could be who you think I am or I could be someone completely different. As it happens I've been quite a lot of people. Gets confusing, reintroducing myself all the time. Well, not confusing for me.