but doesn't it get lonely riding up there to the sun?

So. It would seem we've got some sort of virus going around again. A mind-reading virus? Thought projection virus? Whatever it is, it's giving me a dreadful headache. It's just a tad annoying, wouldn't you say? I mean, I don't know about you, but quite frankly the idea of someone being able to read my mind is more than a little uncomfortable.

Typical, the one virus which is actually a bother and a nuisance for me to get hit by - not that any of the others weren't but this one is really taking the mickey - and I get hit by it. Not to mention that now I can hear all those other minds chatting away up here. How many must that be, a hundred? Two hundred? Feels like it at least. It's bad enough when they're on the edge of everything, now they're just there! In the thick of it!

... Aaaand this is not a good show of keeping my mind blank. Come on, Doctor, think. Or rather don't, actually. Blank thoughts. Blank blank blank.

So, what I mean to say is, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the TARDIS, trying to keep the old mind blank. So any world-threatening emergencies will just have to wait! Or not, as it happens. We'll see about that. - no, blank thoughts.

...

...

... now I just sound like Setsuna.

[The Doctor spent... quite a bit of time at a randomly picked convention on an also randomly picked world, looking for Setsuna's model. Well, strictly speaking picking the model out took him all of about 5 minutes, but he got distracted. First of all, there was the half hour or so spent studying the backs of the boxes trying to figure out how the real things would work. Then there was the hour or so he spent looking at all the other dorky merchandise - he was sure that he saw what must have been a cuddly adipose of all things, and then he got temporarily caught up deciding whether or not to go and see Brad something-or-other the voice actor speak in the corner.

(Deciding no probably held him up just as much as if he had said yes due to the sheer number of people who stopped him to compliment him on his "amazing Tenth Doctor cosplay" and take pictures. He had to hide several smirks from people, especially the ones who said "Wow, you really look like him!").

Eventually, however once the mun stops writing in-jokes into her RL, he managed to drag himself away from the convention and into the TARDIS, setting a course for the island that the now-children were on, and making sure to avoid the area that had the giant robots hidden in it - sure, he might have it all figured out (mostly) and might also be itching to examine them up close, but he didn't want to give the poor boys heart attacks after all.

So he parked on a suitable stretch of beach and walked out of the TARDIS with a brown box under his arm, whistling tunelessly.]

Blimey, it’s been a while since I posted on here, hasn’t it? Having a full-time companion - make that two full time companions - again hasn’t really been all that conducive to spending time on here. Surprised I’ve been around as often as I have, really.

Not much to report, to be honest. Well, not too much. Well, when I say not too much I mean by my standards. I ran into the Ood again. Actually managed to save them this time round, thanks to Ood Sigma. Oh, that’s right! We saved the world – twice, actually, or at least that much… some of you might have heard about the second time actually, with the Atmos cars and the whole world choking to death. It’s been a while since I saw the Sontarans actually, and to be honest, they’re as warlike and ridiculous as ever. In fact, they're even shorter than I remember. Oh! And I met Martha again. Not sure if any of you remember me mentioning Miss Martha Jones, but she’s doing well for herself. Defending the Earth, brilliant as ever.

Not that I really appreciated being in a female body for that. Honestly, I never realised just how - how really sexist those UNIT chaps could be! I mean, was it really that difficult to tell that I was the Doctor? It was bad enough having Martha question who I was when she phoned me - in the middle of being dragged bra shopping, I might add - but that really just topped it all off. I don't think I've ever been so glad to get back into my own body.

Oh, and while I'm here, I might as well mention that we managed to stop a war that had only been going on for seven days but lasted generations… really, don’t ask, it’s a long story. Mind you, if I see one more gun, I think I might actually… oh, you know what, nevermind.

I don’t much fancy going into the details anyway.

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She… I don’t suppose I can really still believe it. Jenny… she was my daughter, and we hardly got started…

In fact, it was almost the same as when… well, there’s not much point in thinking about that, I suppose. Not anymore.

I told Martha that there’s always something to live for… well, I was right. I’ve still got everyone here, after all. Haruhi - always Haruhi, it's not as if I could let her take second place, not now. Not to mention all the rest.

… Yeah.

The TARDIS has locked me out of the control room. I, um. Think she's still mad with me about what happened when I tried to drive her telepathically. So, I've been stuck under TARDIS arrest, really, seeing as I can't use the sonic screwdriver while I'm a pokemon. I had nothing better to do so I've been trying to watch more of that show from Sam's world. The one with me in it, that is.

... Was the first time I regenerated really that unimpressive?

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It's strange, how much I don't really think about, um, stuff. I mean, I'd almost forgotten about Cameca until I saw that, and then I suddenly remembered...

I really am getting old.
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