...Que.

[talktothehandsy]

Handy (or the Doctor, or John, or whotever people decide to call him, though he prefers the last), is here to ramble about his impending death.

"So um. Right! I'm a spin-off of the Doc, yeah? Some think I'm him, some think I'm just myself. Guess the jury's still out on all that, but...

See, I've got a problem. A big, random-repeating-of-words

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[witfrommytongue]

'Oh, please, resist if you can,' he says in a parody of pleading, drawing the words out like string between his fingers. 'At least with the drooling, yeah? Kind of a turn off.'

The pet names are a quirk of his; a peccadillo, you might say. It's the same way in which he's overfamiliar with complete strangers, largely disregarding any sense of personal space in favour of arms slung 'round shoulders and mouths close to ears. It's a mark of his particular brand of charm that people don't seem to mind it. Or, well, not usually. Not the right kind of people, anyway.

As for 'this Infinite thing'... He plays an invisible keyboard in the air for a moment or two as he mulls words over in his head. 'A half Time Lord's gonna be familiar with the phenomena of black holes, yes? Sing-u-lar-i-ties?'

He smiles, sudden and glittering. 'That's where I'm from. The Singularity.' The word's capitalised, just as Infinite had been, and you can hear it in the way it's pronounced. 'Another dimension, you'd call it. We're not usually of the flesh-and-blood variety; corporeality doesn't come naturally.'

But a saviour's not a saviour unless he's got a body to crucify when the time comes.

i hate lj.

[talktothehandsy]

He nods along and idly spins his chair around in circles while Ziggy goes on, pressing his stomach to the back of the chair.

"So... is the body yours, did you build it from the ground up?" He asks as he spins around, eventually bringing the chair to a stop in front of him again. He's feeling a little dizzy by now, the room dipping down and up and in an out.

The Singularity. It sounds intriguing, anyway, but he's not going to press him for more of the same, pushing off the floor with his feet, the chair rolling backwards and knocking into the arm of the sofa, nearly tilting him out.

"What's your whole deal, anyway? Most alien types have a deal."

[witfrommytongue]

The chair Johnny's on wobbles perilously when he collides with the couch, and Ziggy catches him with a precautionary hand on one arm, chuckling, 'Careful there, Johnny; no need to do yourself any more harm than you already are, yeah?'

His eyes are unfocussed with dizziness, and Ziggy shakes his head, vicariously enjoying the stupid pleasure of spinning around and around until there's no central focus anymore. Things like that are humanity's expertise, and he samples them like fine wines. The question makes him lift a brow, though, and he stretches himself back, watching him down his nose.

'My deal?' So cynical; it's amusing, really. He probably means a spin, a slant, an angle, one of those terms. Expects Ziggy's out to conquer the world. If that's what most alien types do. But Ziggy just smiles beatifically. 'I'm here to save the world, baby. Rock'n'roll messiah.'

[talktothehandsy]

He glances down at the hand on his arm and spins the chair around again, disconnecting his hand from his person, wary of how overheated his skin was. He was like a walking microwave, after all. Or a lightbulb. Maybe a cactus. Nothing wrong with a good cactus.

"It's stupid to be more careful just 'cos you're dying, isn't it? If anything, you should be endeavoring to be as reckless as you possibly can. I mean, if you're dying anyway... No point in having less fun than you were before."

He's never liked staying still, though, and he doesn't enjoy having to sit there while he waits for Ziggy to stop spinning with the rest of the room.

He snorts out a laugh at the man's reply, startling himself.

"Rock'n'roll messiah?" Ignoring the temperature of his skin he takes the other man's hand, tilting it this way and that as he brushes a fingertip along a lifeline. Clucking his tongue he lets him ago just as quickly. "Alright then. What're you saving the world from, love?"