01 ✪ every new beginning

[thosethatrun]

[ Those listening to their journals at this point will hear and odd sort of whirring noise followed by a small thud and the sound of a door creaking open. ]

Well. Unless Woman Wept got a new sun and became populated since the last time I visited, I'm not where I'm supposed to be. Where'd you drop me off this time, old girl?

[ There's footsteps as

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[encryptedlock]

[That sound is familiar, all right. The voice, however, isn't.]

Hey! Who are you and what are you doing messing around in the TARDIS?

[thosethatrun]

I'm the Doctor, nice to meet you. And I wasn't messing around, I was trying to fly her.

[ He pauses. Waitaminute. ]

How do you know about the TARDIS?

[encryptedlock]

[pauuuuuse]

You do not sound like the Doctor I know.

And I know about the TARDIS because my AI thinks she's hot.

[thosethatrun]

Then I'm probably not the Doctor you know. Do you know which regeneration your Doctor is?

[ He was a bit unphased by someone knowing a different regeneration of him without him knowing them-- it's happened before-- but the bit about the TARDIS makes his mind screech to a halt. ]

What? You have an AI that's attracted to my ship?

[banished_dame]

[in her shared room with Captain Malcolm Reynolds she's trying to write her paragraph for this newspaper -- thing, but she's easily distracted, and even more so when she hears the Doctor through the pages. She'd run to him... but well the heavy ball chain on her ankle is prohibiting that]

Doctor??

[thosethatrun]

[ The screwdriver clicks off and the Doctor's silent and stunned for a moment. ]

Rose?

[banished_dame]

[if you could see her she'd be beaming]

Doctor!! I thought it was you.

[thosethatrun]

Rose! [ You can probably hear his grin it's so big. ]

Of course it's me. Who else would it be?

[seeded_flame]

... You sound overly excited about the journals.

[thosethatrun]

Oh, but they're brilliant! All that stuff, packed into one, tiny journal.

[seeded_flame]

They're like cell phones. Cell phones aren't impressive.

[thosethatrun]

Ah, but these... These are a lot more complex than your every day mobile phone. The technology would probably be similar, at least for the voice part of it, but to be able to broadcast written messages, it would be more like a tablet computer. Only the workings are small enough to fit in a sheet of paper. It's got to be some sort of nanotechnology.

[clarklike]

Now there's a familiar voice. Welcome to Paradisa, Doctor.

[thosethatrun]

Thank you. I can't say the same for your voice, I'm afraid. Have we met?

[clarklike]

Paradisa -- that's this pocket dimension -- is notoriously good at bringing in people, keeping them for a while, and evicting them. Sometimes the same people come back again, and they have no memories of their previous visits.

You've been here before, and I've met a number of your regenerations. I was especially close with your Ninth.

[thosethatrun]

This place keeps getting better and better.

Oh, good old Nine. Big ears, daft old face and talked like he was from the north. I had fun when I was him.

[kindnessing]

The TARDIS... Um, Doctor?

[thosethatrun]

Yes? Hello, that's me.

[kindnessing]

Oh, good! Umm... well, I haven't met you, persay, but I was familiar with your Eighth. Er, not that you'd remember.

... It's good to hear from you again, that's all.

[thosethatrun]

My Eighth was here, too? Seems like just about every one of my incarnations has been here at one point or another.