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Mobile Phone

"Hi, this is the Doctor. If you've reached this number... well, quite frankly I have no idea how you've managed to get ahold of it unless you happen to be one of Martha's friends still using her old number. In which case... sorry, the phone's mine now. Anyway! If you'd like, you can leave me a message, which I will probably not pick up for a while as I'm probably off being brilliant somewhere.

[BEEP]"

Mobile number: 07700 900461 (It's Martha's old one :B) || Private, (and he doesn't use it often) but ask Ten (or Donna) and you might just get ahold of it. It's a Superphone that works everywhere in the universe, so no country code is required~
Email: timeywimeystuff@wrabbitmail.net || Easily available
IM: timeywimey10 || Easily available

You know the drill, guys! Leave a comment with email/text/voice mail or whatever in the subject line, and mess around that way. :P (And I fully admit that I stole the wrabbitmail.net concept from a Big Finish novel >.>;)

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Not on my own. I'd have to cadge a lift off someone.

I can bring you.

Oh, would you mind terribly? That'd be brilliant if you could.

Tell me where you are and I'll pick you up.

Give me about an hour and I'll be at the AEU Orbital Elevator on Tieria and Nena's world, you can pick me up from there.

All right.

[zoom ahead an hour and actionspam?]

[ actionspam! ]
[ chillin at the orbital elevator, waitin for a ride ]

[sup, here's your ride]

[ another. (and they had picked up. the had continued to pick up. number after number. area code after area code. endlessly combination after endless combination.)

another - and he had jotted each one down. had recorded it. had made certain to call in the quiet of the house. in the quiet of his own room. when the phone was left to the bottom drawer of the desk. after much grumbling of needing, perhaps, a new one. (and he had inherited the ringing tone of another - and another - no matter how many times he had turned it off. had muted it. had -- )

and so, with the calling of another combination - another variation - he started to draw some connection. some parallel. (three from here. three from --)

he waited. ]

Edited 2012-09-23 00:14 (UTC)

[ because he's the Doctor, he takes a while to pick up. who answers phones when you're busy exploring the galaxy anyway? good lord. it almost rings enough to go to voicemail, but just as it's about to hit that point, there's the unmistakable sound of fumbling as he presses the answer button while simultaneously trying to get the phone - unfamiliar number and all - to his ear. the sound of his voice, faint but getting closer: "blimey, who's trying to call me now?" and then: ]

Hello? If it's an alien emergency you'll have to hang on for a little bit longer until I can get back to my ship, I'm a bit tied up with some... erm, well, with some stuff on this very interesting planet in the Logoros system. If you're someone from the community, same thing I'm afraid. How can I help?

[ he can't quite make out the beginning. can't quite make out the rougher sounds and shades of a human voice - words forming too quickly. too far from him. and while he is able to glean the break of syllables, he knows he has interrupted something. by the end. he knows he has cut this person off (another) in the middle of something. and while there is a heavy pause, it seems shorter than what it could be. short than what it might be. (than what it should.) ]

... I don't need it. [ and while he doesn't mince words - it isn't rude. it isn't too rude. offset by a voice that seems a little too boyish for it. a little too young. (and there's a beat, here. almost - and the intention is gained and lost, within an eyeblink: )] It's a wrong number.

[ he knows he's from the community, even so. he knows this is something he could mark-off, even so. names and places, foreign to him. half-caught.

it'd be better to let him get back to it. ]

[ well. that was enough to momentarily put him off-balance. there's a pause down the line, during which the Doctor blinks. it's not often he gets people calling him as a wrong number. in fact, he can count the number of times that's happened on one hand. people hardly ever call him as it is, unless they're trying to call him back somewhere.

which means there's probably something more to this than just a wrong number. interesting. ]

Oh. Well then, in that case, sorry I got in the way of whoever it was you were actually trying to call. [ beat. ] Just as an aside to sate my own curiosity are you from the community?

[ there's a heavy beat. a heavier beat, as he processes as the apology (undeserved). he doesn't want him to give anything he hasn't pulled for. he doesn't want him to give him that kindness. not when he cannot return it. not when he can give him nothing. not when -- (and it rests like a weight. it rests like a burden. it rests like a knot he cannot shake or disentangle.) and he did not want a part of it. he does not want a part of it. (and it pulls at something he does not wish to think of. it pulls at something he does not want to think of. it wakes and diminishes. it burns up and freezes. sharp.)

don't think of me. please. don't look at me. please. don't--]

... You didn't. [ and it pushes back burden. it pushes back kindness. it pushes back. and he builds a wall with words. he builds a wall away from him. away from others. away from -- and eventually: ] Yeah.

Hm. [ it's a small, curious sound, as if he's both mulling it over and confirming it to himself. ] Certainly explains how you managed to get connected to me, in that case. Probably the community up to its old tricks again. Honestly, you'd think after this long it'd get bored with it...

It's annoying. [ and there's a small note of affirmation in his voice. a small note of confirmation in his voice. a kind of echo. if automatic. a mannered reflex. ] It's always called like this.

Hm, really now. And I don't suppose you've just been ignoring it every time it's called?

[ he knows how this goes, Yoite. ]

Doctor... it's Feldt. I know it's only been a month for me since I last saw you, but I wanted to talk to you. Not about anything in particular. I just... I wanted to talk. It's been a quiet day, which I normally don't mind, but I keep thinking about... certain things. Things from the past. You were the first person I thought to talk to. [short pause] But if you're busy, it's fine. [longer pause] Maybe I should go find Ian or Haro instead.

[another long pause]

...I'm sorry if that sounded rude. It's... one of those days where I need to talk with someone.

When you get this, please call me back. Even if it's a few days from now, I'd still like to hear about what you've been up to.

Bye. [click!]

[ brring brring ]

Hi Feldt, it's me. I got your message. What's up?

I wanted to talk and get my mind off things... even though it happened a long time ago.

I don't know if I... I ever told you.... [She pauses, but decides to push on. She's already gone ahead and called him. She at least owes him an explanation as to the reason. Especially if she starts sounding weepy or choked up. Already her voice is soft and gentle, as if she were verbally dancing around eggshells. In a way, she was. The eggshells covering her heart and memories. Enough cracks and she'd probably start crying. But she was getting sick of crying.] Today is the day my parents died. I was really little, but I'll never forget them.

Can you tell me how your day has been? Have you visited any new planets lately?

[ there's the sound of fabric shifting on the other end of the line, maybe as he settles himself back into a more comfortable position, lets out a small breath of realisation. her parents. of course. ]

Talking I can do, yeah. [ there's a small "hum" as he thinks. ] Let's see now... I did manage to get somewhere new lately, actually. Found this beautiful little planet where they have a country where the people do everything in complete silence except for one lunar cycle out of every year when the whole place just lights up in a roar of colour and sound. Bit of an odd place, really, but if you catch them during the festival it's something to see. [ his voice is warming up now, sounding enthusiastic. ] Noisiest place in the universe during that time! Can't remember why they started doing it but if you ask them about it they'll tell you it makes them appreciate the value of noise more, doing things this way. They have a whole host of songs written specially for the occasion.

That sounds incredible. I'd love to see it some day.

[Her voice actually sounds a little happier-- more wistful, really-- to hear about such a place. And when you're surrounded by a mix of (temporary) peace and fighting, the thought of a festival is enough to lift your spirits. Knowing someone out there was having fun was nice to hear.]

Well, I'd be happy to take you sometime. We'd just have to wait around for the next one, that's all. It wouldn't usually be a bother but having to wait around and handle time like ordinary people does put a few restrictions on the old travelling business.

[ doctor is that really a pout in your voice ]

I guess it would, but it'll be worth it. It would depend on how long their years are, since not every planet has the same rotation cycle or calendar system. [She sorta keeps forgetting he's stuck running on linear time. Whoops.]

Well, let's think, if I'm remembering rightly one of their years is roughly equal to, oo... [ you can almost hear him screwing up his face trying to remember ] one-point-six-two of Earth's? Their calendar's a lunar-based one rather than solar which doesn't help things. But yeah, we could be waiting a while to catch that one again unless we find a kind-hearted time agent willing to give us a lift.

A time agent? [Ooh, new term.] Do they use time travel like you did?

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