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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.

Comments

[nicepartner.livejournal.com]

A Raxacori-what? [That's... just weird.]

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Rax-a-cori-co-fal-la-pa-tor-i-us.

[Said about as slowly as the Doctor can possibly speak, because GEEZ ASH GET WITH IT.]

It's a planet, nice planet. Nice, purple planet.

[nicepartner.livejournal.com]

[And Ash repeats it perfectly this time!]

Huh... I'd like to go there some day! [And his Pikachu wholeheartedly agrees with him.]

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

See, ordinarily this is the part where I say 'get in the box and let's go'. But as it turns out, this old girl really doesn't seem to want to get off this planet.

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

[Woah. This random crazy stuff just keeps happening, lately. What's with that crazy blue box thing? And... that hue-man looks kind of familiar.]

...Whooves? S'that you? When'd you get here?

[Doc, have an orange pony.]

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[DOESN'T HE JUST LOOK SO FAMILIAR, APPLEJACK?]

Just now. Or, well, a while ago. But right here as in this specific spot? About ten seconds ago. Give or take a bit.

Wait, what did you call me?

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

[SO FAMILIAR IT'S SCARY]

Whooves? Your name? That is you, ain't it?

[Does she need to start looking for your cutie mark? >|]

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[no AJ honey he wants to keep his pants on for now.]

Nnno. Not really, no. Not at all, actually--I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor.

[partyofwin.livejournal.com]

[Pony on top of your box, sir.]

Oooooooooooh.

[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.

[partyofwin.livejournal.com]

What's a TARDIS?

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

[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.

[used-trick.livejournal.com]

[Have a spandex-clad harlequin looking suspiciously at your police-box, Doctor. She hasn't committed any crimes in England as far as she knows, so she hasn't brought out the mallet yet... but you are getting the cold shoulder. As much as Harley is capable of, anyway.]

Your flashlight ain't very bright. ...Looks kinda like Kryptonite, actually.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

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

[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?

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

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

Me? I'm the Doctor.

MAN, I should sit myself down and watch this show sometime

[tower-trapped.livejournal.com]

[Have a confused Rapunzel in front of you, sir. Confused as ANYTHING. Who are you? How did you get here all of the sudden? What's that thing you're in? What are you talking about?

What is this I don't even--]

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.

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

[tower-trapped.livejournal.com]

Uh... thanks?

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.]

Action;

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

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

Action;

[pianokeys]

Cinnamon? Reminds me of Mother's- [He pauses suddenly, his facial expression not changing. Nope. Can't say that to an adult. Slips like this are why he was never allowed to talk without the Other Mother about.] -my Wife's cooking. Mmm~mm.

[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]

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.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Weeeell, I think you're The Doctor.

With a capital D.