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The Doctor
23 November 2009 @ 12:20 am
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I thought I'd make this post as an alternate means of getting in touch with me, the mun for the Fourth Doctor. If you have any comments, perhaps you'd like to RP with the Fourth Doctor or something, etc. you can leave a note here for me. If you have any questions as well, or suggestions, comment.

Alternately, I'll also put my contact information.
Email: thisgray [at] gmail.com
AIM: on the fringe xx

I love RP'ing with Four, so don't be shy, should it strike your fancy.

Comments to this entry will be screened, and I'll keep this at the top for easy location.
 
 
The Doctor
11 June 2008 @ 03:08 pm
Though he never intended it to be that way, it seemed that most, if not all, of the trips he took Sarah Jane on ended up in chaos and trouble of some variety or another. Given their recent, if awkward admittances to one another, the Doctor felt it even more prudent that he devise a trip for Sarah with seemingly no opportunity for harm to come to either of them. Which was why, as he contemplated destinations over a cup of tea, a thought struck him: an amusement park, of course. And not just any amusement park, but Disney World, to be precise. Surely nothing could happen there, apart from the two of them having an abundance of fun. Disregarding the last few sips of his tea, the Doctor stood quickly, tugging on his scarf with exuberance as he sought out his dear friend.

"Sarah Jane?" He called, deciding the most likely place to find her would be her room.
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The Doctor
28 January 2008 @ 12:27 am
Who picks out your clothes?

"Have you noticed that there are three suns to this planet, Doctor?"

"It had occurred to me when I noticed you begin to sweat more profusely."

"You're still wearing your scarf."

"Is that a problem?"

"I'm wishing to every deity that might be out there right now that I could rip my skin off because it's so bleedin' hot."

"I assure you that removing your epidermis would not alleviate your heat irritation. It would, however, make you a very unattractive corpse."

"I'm going to ask you--"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to ask you one more time, Doctor, and if you say it again, I'm just going to scream and run as far away from you as possible."

"Now what would that solve?"

"It would mean I don't have to listen to you talk about your bizarre fascination with seashell patterns."

"Perhaps a bit of water--"

"Will you shut up for one moment, Doctor?!"

"There's no need to be so tetchy."

"Why. Do. You. Wear. That. Scarf?"

"To keep my balance."
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The Doctor
Reply to this post with anything you'd like and I'll tell you why I friended you and two things I love about how you play your muse. The only catch? You have to repost this as well.
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The Doctor
23 January 2008 @ 12:11 am
The following video has apparently not only amused my mun recently, but provided her with the rather mad idea that my Seventh self (timewill_tell) and I ought to meet up for a chat sometime. Or at the very least that she should write a...what did she call it? Crack fic, yes. Odd terminology, but there you are. A crack fic featuring myself and my Seventh incarnation, whom she is apparently more pleased with at the moment than she is with me.

I ask that you please do your best to dissuade her.

I don't know why she would possibly consider favoring my Seventh self over me. He's without my sartorial sense, for one, and he's vertically challenged. Clearly, these are the first of many flaws yet to be seen.

Beyond that, my mun asks that you please enjoy this video. Apparently there's a person out there impersonating a fellow named Tom Baker, who also impersonated me. And this Sylvester McCoy chap is evidently impersonating my Seventh self, but I haven't a pity for him.

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The Doctor
19 January 2008 @ 03:10 am
One need not be up for an award to have a bit of fun. :D All right, so he didn't get terribly friendly (mostly for the mun's sanity), but he still socialized. Quite the charmer. Anyway, since the whole event is a monstrosity to attempt viewing all at once, here are the Doctor threads for quick reference.

The Doctor & Romana
So these two Time Lords walk into a lobby...

The Doctor (Four) & The Doctor (Eleven) [*whispers* OTP!]
Official Tammy Mediators
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The Doctor
18 January 2008 @ 01:22 pm
Evidently my mun is contemplating writing for my Seventh incarnation. Bit ambitious of her, I rather think, though I must give the girl credit for that, at the very least. She's agreed not to neglect me, asserting she has room in her brain for such things, and I'm inclined to believe her.

However, she apparently wants some opinions on a username for my Seventh incarnation, and suggested this would be a suitable medium for obtaining said opinions.

Username of possible Seventh Doctor muse

haute_couture
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three_rules
2(22.2%)
time_will_tell
4(44.4%)
ageing_hippie
1(11.1%)
blue_touch_paper
1(11.1%)
worlds_out_there
0(0.0%)


Suggestions are more than welcome. :)
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The Doctor
13 January 2008 @ 12:50 am
There's enough sorrow in the world, isn’t there, without trying to invent it?

Time never lets him forget that blood is always warm, and death is always cold. Constants. It seems paradoxical, somehow -- that the life leaking from sentient creatures is warm. It should be reversed. But it falls away -- sometimes it spurts, sometimes it oozes, and sometimes it begets silences within. When it goes, though, it leaves behind a chilled body once belonging to a name.

The blood is warm, of course, when it meets his skin like an old lover who's bittered by years and wants to leave one last heartbreak.

Because he deserves it.

He's never known love the way humans do, so it would seem natural that the glimpses he has are those of the most painful forms imaginable.

"Save him, damnit, I know you can," the man at his shoulder demands.

The Doctor stumbles back, catching himself with a firm hand in the grass. It strikes him, then -- this grass is blunt and abrasive, dying loudly in the silent lifeline stretched across his palm. He brushes his wet fingers down the blades, watching crimson overwhelm the verdant stubble.

"Save him!" The man grabs the Doctor by his lapels, pulling him up, and disrupting his rumination.

The Doctor glances at the bloodied body bereft of life, a low, keening moan escaping his lips. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. Yes, you can," the young man insists, increasingly frantic. "He's my brother, don't you understand? He's...you don't care...you...look at you. You're just sitting there. What's wrong with you?!"

The Doctor meets the young man's eyes, murmuring, "Your brother...is already dead, Arthur. I have no power within me to reanimate the deceased."

Arthur abruptly lets go of the Doctor, who lands hard on the grass with a soft grunt. He spends a moment there, contemplating dry earth, and the dead it's sheltered for centuries. Arthur paces back and forth, holding his head, and intermittently crying.

"You travel in time, go back. Go back, and-and stop this from happening."

The Doctor stands fully upright, shaking his head, and places his hand gingerly on Arthur's shoulder.

"I cannot undo this. The potential consequences are innumerable, and cataclysmic."

The man shrugs out from under the Doctor's grip, his face a contorted mess of anguish and vitriol, his voice is unsteadily hateful.

"Then what's it good for, huh, traveling in time? Just fun for you, isn't it? You get your kicks, and the rest of us go on. Is that it? That's it, that's it..."

Arthur collapses to the ground, shoving his face into his hands. "We're all supposed to go on, aren't we?"

"Yes."

"Why?" He pleads.

"To keep the universe from silence and stasis. Life somewhere begets more life anywhere. Everywhere."

A derisive laugh pours forth from the recumbent man, who's now tucked his head into his upraised legs.

"You're a bleedin' coward, Doctor."

He will not repudiate this declaration, because truths should never be contested when they are so accurately concluded. The only sorrow that comes from it is that within; he is a coward, of course.

Constants.

People always die, and he will forever be afraid of still hearts.

"Many others could follow the same fate of your brother, Arthur," the Doctor finally offers, by way of some semblance of cold comfort. He will not apologize, or lament. He thinks this explanation is enough, and certainly all he can muster.

"He was a good man."

"Just...go," the young man murmurs, rocking on the ground.

The Doctor takes a deep breath and nods, unseen.

There are many names, in his head, and he tries to disregard the way they must look on cold stones sticking out of the ground, the stunted little dash between years, and the way fire concedes dominion to ice.
 
 
The Doctor
10 January 2008 @ 10:19 am
What is your New Year's resolution as the writer for this muse? Is there something that you want to explore with them this year?

I think, first and foremost, I actually want to play this Doctor more. That's something I have to commit myself to. Of all the headvoices I have, this one is the most important to me, and yet, this is the one I feel the most insecure about. I suppose that's not unusual, actually, because that clearly denotes just how much I care about this pup. I feel insecure on a number of levels.

Firstly, this is an incarnation that a lot of people not familiar with Doctor Who would not easily recognize, or even like as much because he's not as pretty as, say, the Eighth (whom the mun personally has a huge crush on), and is also more eccentric, often disarming and aloof. Although, he is quite friendly, and doesn't have the apparent darkness of later incarnations, which helps in playing him. I'm not taking quite as many classes in university this term, so I'm not as limited by time constraints, which will hopefully help in playing him more.

Then again, he's rather an iconic figure to some people, and I always bite my lip when I'm writing him, hoping that I'm doing him justice. I like roleplaying him because I want to take him places he wouldn't have gone in canon; however, this means that there will be situations that arise which I'll simply have to do my best with. I can't reference canon, for instance, to see how he'd react with James Bond or Dorothy Gale, etc. but I want to do my best to help him grow with new people.

I want to have him interact with more people, and similarly, interact more frequently with the people he already knows.

Mostly, I hope that I curb my thoughts on dropping him at times, because I never truly want to, I just tend to get into these funks where I think he seems incidental. What usually helps is watching one of his serials and realizing I love him too much to let him go.
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The Doctor
27 December 2007 @ 05:19 pm
Having successfully acquired the third segment to the Key to Time, the Doctor felt he was entitled to the satisfaction currently pervading his mind. Being that both he and Romana seemed well on their way to resolving their task expeditiously, he saw no reason they couldn't, at present, enjoy a respite.

Rather, he wanted a bit of relaxation, and was certain he could convince Romana of this, even if it took some finagling. Then again, he was sure she was warming up to him rather quickly. Who wouldn't?

That in mind, the Doctor set the TARDIS coordinates for Aratax, and wondered how long he could forestall her questioning on just where they were headed, and why.
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