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[timey_wimey]

So. Interesting Christmas this time round, although to be fair, when isn't it, really. I spent my day in 1851 battling a giant Cyberman in Victorian London, and after all of that I got invited to Christmas dinner with a man who thought he was a future version of me but wasn't. He was brilliant, though. Wouldn't have minded if he had turned out to

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she's vaguely interested in him because she knew the fifth doctor >.>

[peoplesprincess]

What number are you, again?

bless~ XD

[timey_wimey]

Sorry? Oh! You mean regenerations, right? This would be the tenth.

she doesn't even care that these two have never really spoken; INTERROGATION TIME!

[peoplesprincess]

... Hm.

Do you remember your previous ones?

Oh Azula, you special special person, you.

[timey_wimey]

Well, yeah, of course! They're still me, you know. Well, more or less. Same life, anyway, generally speaking.

[peoplesprincess]

Do you remember being on the community as any of your earlier versions?

[timey_wimey]

I spoke to the fifth me when he was here, if that's what you're getting at.

[peoplesprincess]

No, I mean, do you remember being him. Here, on the community.

[timey_wimey]

Bits and pieces, yeah. It's all a bit more jumbled than my other memories of being him, probably because of this place's influence.

[peoplesprincess]

... Do you remember me?

[timey_wimey]

... Fire Lord Azula, aren't you? I remember offering to take you to see a planet with me from space. That's right, isn't it?

[peoplesprincess]

Yes. On my birthday.

[timey_wimey]

Your... hang on, hang on, it's coming to me... ah! Your sixteenth?

[peoplesprincess]

Yes.

[timey_wimey]

Hmm, I thought so.

[peoplesprincess]

How long ago was that for you?

[timey_wimey]

Oh, I'd say... a good five hundred years, at the very least.