☄ 020; [action; fourth wall]

[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

[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.

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

[Huff. What kind of trick are you playing, mister?]

Alright, if you wanna play that game, 'Doctor' Whooves. I never understood why you wanted folks t'call you that. But... how come you're still a hue-man? Ain't everypony back to normal now?

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Nope, just the Doctor. No Whooves or Who or What or anything else. And I'm not human--not now, I was earlier. Back to being a Time Lord now, if I'm hearing the double heartbeat right.

1/2

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

I... you... what?

2/2

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Oh my.

I'm r-real sorry, 'bout that, sir. I reckon I mistook you for somepony I knew back home.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Really? I don't usually get mistaken for other people--don't even get mistaken for myself half the time.

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

Yes, sir. Looks just like you, in fact. Got your hair an' everythin'. 'Cept he's a pony.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Right. A pony.

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

[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?]

[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.

[buckyouup.livejournal.com]

Para-whatnow?

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