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[salvagestime]

[So, basically, the Doctor is sitting under a tree in a nice patch of blue grass, writing away in a notepad. He frowns as he reads it over before just scribbling it all out, tearing the paper up. The paper, luckily for him, degrades into nothing by the time it reaches the ground. He keeps writing, ever hopeful, pausing as if mulling over his words

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[salvagestime]

[The Doctor just glares at him as he rips up another piece of paper.]

I hate it. Oh, look, it must be true.

[salvagestime]

[He opens his mouth and instantly drops the pad of paper and rolls, ducking behind the tree. This is the Doctor version of "LALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU."]

Why would you want to know that? It was years ago!

[imnot_hisgirl]

Blue grass.

Somewhere nice, are you? [there is some bitterness to her voice]

[salvagestime]

[He hesitates, looking up at her.]

Not really. I don't like it here at all, ever since this nasty encounter with the Cybermen here a rather long time ago. I can still hear them walking every time I come here. Remember the screams...

[Another pause and he's a bit relived.] Right, so, anyway, how are you, Martha?

[imnot_hisgirl]

Busy saving the Earth. It's what I do. But you, you travel. You see things, and then you don't come back!

[salvagestime]

I usually can't just come back! Not with how I leave things! If I came back, it might have to actually face what happened there. It makes running a bit difficult.

[He really wants to make this paper work. Now.]

[le_traitre]

{blue grass dissolving paper WHAT IS THIS MADNESS}

I would suggest that you waste paper by not considering what to write first, but it seems of no consequence.

[salvagestime]

[He glances up and laughs.]

Ah, well, I won't know if it works unless I write it first. So far, no, it's not working.

[le_traitre]

As I see. You could try speaking it aloud. It is my preference, though I would not do so in company.

[salvagestime]

Ah, well, the problem is that when I say things outloud, it doesn't come out how I want it.

[no_wait_gold]

...{:|a}

You're the guy that gave me that communicator a while ago, right? I never got your name, so sorry about that part.

[salvagestime]

[He blinks.]

Oh, sorry, no, you must have the wrong person. Well, the wrong one of us. Was he wearing what I'm wearing? More or less.

[no_wait_gold]

...Oh yeah, someone mentioned that you could have more than one person here, didn't they. Man, that's weird. But yeah, pretty much.

[salvagestime]

There's two of me, one of us that is sort of us and one that isn't at all but looks like us, without mentioning the ones who are us but don't look like this.

[madamemoiselle]

{And last but not least, a vampire hooker. Who sits in the grass right in front of him, and tries to catch a note before it hits the ground; not to read it, but just to see if it'll dissolve.}

[salvagestime]

[The Doctor looks up and smiles at her. He tears a sheet out of the notebook and hands it to her.]

This is secret keeping paper. The moment you rip it anywhere that isn't the top, it dissolves, taking anything written with it.

[madamemoiselle]

{She takes it carefully, smiling}

How neat! You're writing down a secret, then? Or, trying to.

[salvagestime]

Ah, yep! Well, not all secrets, just not all truths.