The Five Doctors (no, really, Eight makes five)

[abitbyronesque]

Engines again. A police box

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[51stcenturyman]

He stops from asking him if he's telling the truth or not. He's sure that he is. This... is going to break his brain. This makes five of them. "Okay, which one are you? Because there's more than one Doctor here."

Then to the actual question. "It's a hotel. And there is no set destination." Despite the fact that he'd nearly called it 'Hotel California'

[abitbyronesque]

The Doctors takes a few steps away from the TARDIS, closing the door behind him and moving his hands behind his back, properly. "More than one? Again?"

He pauses, considers. "I'm the eighth. You're familiar with other incarnations then?"

And then he frowns. "Really? That's interesting."

[51stcenturyman]

"There's four others here. I'm familiar with three of them." Only two technically but he adds Four into that as well.

He gives a slight nod. "Yeah, really. It brings people here from all over the place."

[abitbyronesque]

"That many? Really? I don't recognize you. Do you know my next incarnations then, I suppose?"

He nods as well. "Something to look into, then."

[mmjellybabies]

"Well, that depends-- where did you intend?"

Then a pause, a grin, and a scarf adjusted a bit. "Jelly baby?"

[abitbyronesque]

"There was supposed to be a rather remarkable solar eclipse that I was aiming to see from one of the moons of Orgathia." He smiles.

"I was just about to offer you the same. Thank you, don't mind if I do." He takes a jelly baby. "How are you then, self?"

[mmjellybabies]

"Ahh." He considers this for a moment, perhaps trying to picture the scene. "Then no. No, no, no, this is not Orgathia at all. It is, in fact, not-Orgathia!"

"Were you? Good taste in sweets, then. I see that's held up at least." He adjusts his scarf. "Quite fine here."

[abitbyronesque]

He laughs. "Not-Orgathia. Oh, I always was brilliant as you."

"I was, yes." He pauses and looks to the scarf before snatching up a bit of it. "I do wish I hadn't unraveled the scarf. It was rather nice, wasn't it?"

[beige_doc]

"Its a hotel of some sort Doctor. Surprisingly we've not found a way to leave yet." The Fifth incarnation raised an eyebrow at the Doctor infront of him. Regardless of had he said who he was the Doctor always had a knack for finding (and avoiding) himself in a crowd.

[abitbyronesque]

He gets an eyebrow raise in return, but it's fond. He's smiling and approaches. "Doctor. Jelly baby?"

"No way to leave?" Worry crosses his features and he rubs his temple. "Surely the TARDIS...?"

[beige_doc]

"Don't mind if I do thank you Doctor." The fifth incarnation put his hand in the proffered bag and pulled out a jelly baby before popping it in his mouth.

"Not that I've been able to find." He shook his head, "Our Ninth self's is refusing to take off and mine just disappeared the moment I stepped out the door."

[abitbyronesque]

And the eighth incarnation nods his head and moves the bag back into his pocket. "You're welcome."

"She can be stubborn that way. Has an odd sense of humor as well. I suppose the only thing to do is make the best of things." A pause. "After all, if there is a way to here there must be someway from here."

"Wherever here is. How long have you been here?"

[sailors_md]

"You know, this is getting rather confusing."

[abitbyronesque]

"Harry! Harry Sullivan! Well, what a sight for sore eyes."

[sailors_md]

Harry smiles. "Yes, it's me" He doesn't offer anything else though his attitude remains friendly.

[abitbyronesque]

"Well! How are you, Harry? How is the job?"

[unearthlygirl]

He's being studied by a fifteen-year-old girl.

After a moment, she steps forward, a little nervously. "Hello."

[abitbyronesque]

He studies her as well and takes a few steps closer. "Susan?"

[unearthlygirl]

"Grandfather?" she asks, not quite sure if she's to be hopeful.

[abitbyronesque]

"Yes, Susan. Yes, it's me." He moves closer still.