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[alsotravels]

[[Backdated to just after Matoi's post.]]

Right, for those of you who are confused, I'm the Doctor, distinct from the skinny one with a pinstripe fetish. He's the older one, if you're curious.

Something to keep in mind when locking things.

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[the_vesmier]

{{After a good long time of just dotting at his journal...}}

I wasn't aware another iteration of you had come through.

{{Abrupt switch to Gallifreyan}}

«The Vesmier. A friend of a you from another universe - who's also come through this Rift, and was in this London the last I spoke with him. That makes at least four of you, that I'm aware of, extant in this universe. Not to mention the Rani.»

«...I trust the TARDIS has managed to find you?»

[alsotravels]

Oh, you know me. Can't keep me away from anything interesting.

[[After a long period of staring at the written form of a language there's no one around to speak anymore where he's from... The Vesmier may notice that the Gallifreyan, though technically correct, shows signs of having been written by a less than steady hand.]]

[Locked]

«Well, let's just hope we never have to worry about getting all of myselves in a room together. No one wants that big an explosion in one place, do they?»

«...Not that it would be out of character for the city, but there's only so many things you want blown up in any given time period.»

«She found me, and mentioned you. Thought my hearts would stop when she mentioned "look after Kosch" as part of my(variant universe) instructions to her, but we cleared that up quickly enough. Apparently you're just stodgy, not crazy and evil. Good to know, especially since we've got the other one here.»

«...I never tell myself anything useful. You'd think eventually I'd learn better.»

[the_vesmier]

{{After a long patch of repressing a groan - hardly dignified, that - at the TARDIS's... unique approach to telling people things...}}

[Locked]

...you'd rather this took place in something other than Gallifreyan, wouldn't you?

{{Not like this is indicative of EVERY DOCTOR EVER, or anything.}}

I'm a senatorial adjunct in my universe. Your analogue is less than impressed with my choice of profession, and the survival skills it imparts. Nonetheless, I've managed this far. As for any perceived stodginess, I'm not sure I want to dignify that with an examination.

...I haven't run into my analogue yet, which I think is for the best. You wouldn't happen to know what he's doing in the city, would you?

[Locked]

[alsotravels]

Anything other than Gallifreyan, to be honest. Including the languages that are based around a single concept, like fish. Ever run into that one? It's literally impossible to express anything without involving or alluding to fish.

And I think I like senatorial adjuct better than would-be conqueror. Changing the system from within, are we?

No idea what the Master's doing here, though I might have to yell at myself a bit. My next regeneration likes sharing information even less than I do.

[Locked]

[the_vesmier]

{{In Fish}}

«I've dipped a fin or two in it, certain as scales.»

{{English again}}

On the rare occasions in which the system admits that change is possible, let alone desirable, yes. That's the idea. The implementation is rather slower than I'd like. And now I've fallen through a Rift.

...your next generation has not had a terribly pleasant time in this city. I would advise you to be gentle with him, but if you're anything like any other Doctor I've met, I imagine that advice would be about as useful as asking a mklimme to obey posted road laws. You might ask Torchwood to see if they're monitoring the situation - they are a human organization, but they do at least tend to have a grasp of what's going on in the city.

[Locked]

[alsotravels]

Yeah, sorry, don't really get along with myself that well. The story there's hilarious to someone, I'm sure. Let's just say that while I know some of what he's been through since he got here, I don't do gentle that well. I was mid-regeneration before I got here-turning into him, believe it or not.

Then I fall through the Rift, I'm back to the same man I've been, and as for the man I would've been... oh, he's here already.

Never meet your previous or next generation if you can help it, Vesmier. Your previous won't be far enough behind you to make for fond nostalgia, and your next is bound to be a disappointment if you had any fond hopes about the man you'd become.

[Locked]

[the_vesmier]

I hope that won't be a concern for some time yet, though I'll make it a point to remember your advice.

{{This is ALMOST in Gallifreyan. It's not, though. Ves is good at trumping his instincts and inclinations with the unrelenting fist of civil convention... even if civil convention makes him use languages which weren't built for this sort of thing.}}

You were interrupted mid-regeneration? Are you all right?

[Locked]

[alsotravels]

I'm as all right as I ever was. They tell me the Rift changes people who come through, and from what I can tell, what it did to me was give me a bit of a reset, like I hadn't just

Never mind what I had or hadn't done. Point is, I'm good as new, for this generation.

[Locked]

[the_vesmier]

You really can't expect me to take that statement as implied, and that wasn't the status I was after at all. However, I think I know you well enough, for a variant of you this language doesn't support, to know when I'm not to get any more information on a topic.

Just tell me this: I'm not going to end up arbitrating anything between you two, am I?

[Locked]

[alsotravels]

Smart man. Of course, that's to be expected, given you.

I'll try and keep you out of it, how's that? Look, I even went so far as to apologise for everything that happened when I first met myself, all on my own. No arbitration required.

That's as close to playing nicely with myself as I'm likely to get.

[Locked]

[the_vesmier]

I'm sure there's a way to take that as reassuring. I'll endeavour to find it.