the metacrisis doctor
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part timelord, part human
" i'm still me "
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Posts: 49
Pronouns: he, him
Age: mentally 904
Occupation: maintenance man of the universe
In Love W/: rose tyler
Written By: dreams
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Post by the metacrisis doctor on Oct 30, 2020 14:22:07 GMT
London, England. Parallel Earth. 2010. Life on Parallel Pete's world had been a bit more than the human Doctor had bargained for. He had to admit, when he took on the decision to be with the love of his life, he had never really considered all the small adjustments he would have to make. Logically, he knew that the TARDIS coral the other Doctor gave him would take about a year to be fully grown, and it was waiting that was so hard. Waiting for Rose to get back from work. Waiting for their adventures to start again. Even though he he had admired the human race, he had never been good at being human, and that included getting a job, a proper job with money and hours and a schedule and having to do the same thing everyday -- which Jackie always so keen to remind him and nag at him for. It wasn't as if he didn't want to help support the Tylers, but he could always just use his handy sonic screwdriver to withdraw money from the ATM. He would much rather go grocery shopping, which was, ironically, what his converse sneakers were walking down the street towards. It was a little place, not far from the Powell Estate, and instead of tinkering and improving house appliances like he had been doing, Rose had asked him to go to the store to grab some food while she was off fighting aliens with Torchwood.
Of course, she had wanted him to join her, to become a member of the institute in place of their defending the world in time and space and join the little gang they had, but he still felt conflicted and the Timelord side of him still frowned upon their methods, even if they were a bit different in the parallel. Inwardly, a large part of him was still against the organisation for what they had done early on in his Tenth incarnation, and this Doctor partially blamed them for tearing him and Rose apart in the first place, on that dreadful day at Canary Wharf. But... then again, he supposed they were also the reason him and Rose had come back together, too, and he couldn't be too mad at his lover for fighting the good fight, and doing what they had always done. For saving the world.
His mind wandered to his favorite foods as he strolled along the street. He just hoped that the shop he was walking to had bananas. Maybe they could finally make pudding -- since it was something him and Rose always laughed about, but never actually did. A small crooked grin spread across his features at the thought of surprising her with something like that, entertained by his own reverie, and not yet realizing that something big was about to happen. Something that he could have never expected in a million years.
[ River Song -- sorry about the wait. I'm terrible at starters, lol ]
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River Song
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the child of the TARDIS
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hybrid ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: She / Her
Age: 220+
Occupation: Archeologist
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Kat
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Post by River Song on Nov 1, 2020 15:44:41 GMT
Waiting was not something that River did really well. She got impatient incredibly quickly, she was a lot like her husband like that. Had to be one of the few drawbacks of time travel. Waiting wasn't usually something you had to do. If something took a long time, you would simply travel to the point where it would be complete. River always found something else to do, if waiting was involved. So at least she wasn't only waiting for something. She would also be causing some kind of trouble, to take her mind off of it. But in reality, she was always waiting, for a certain someone to turn up and whisk her away. It was always in the back of her mind, wondering when she would run into him again. Or when he would show up on her doorstep. You could wait, while you were running, it was entirely possible and far more fun, than just waiting. Of course, there was no knowing where he would show up next. But looking for trouble seemed to be a good strategy. If nothing else it was very entertaining, even if he never showed up. Having just finished a lecture at Luna University. River changed her clothes from her Professor garbs to something far more comfortable and with more freedom of movement. Pairing that with a pair of heels, might be a bit of an oxymoron, but once you learned to run in heels, you really didn't have a reason not to wear them. Unless it was muddy, maybe. But River had no intention of running through mud today. Although it was always a bit of a game of chance, time-traveling. Maybe there would be mud, maybe not. Landing with a crack of thunder, River stumbled for a moment until she regained her balance. It wasn't always smooth, jumping through time with a vortex manipulator, but this was probably one of the rougher trips she had yet to take. Not even that, but looking down she could see that the device was smoking and it didn't respond when she tried a few buttons. Which also meant she didn't know where she was. Sure she had set it for modern-day earth. But since the manipulator had died, she couldn't exactly be sure, that she had arrived in the right place. Looking around she couldn't see much. An alley would be an alley on most planets. But as she made her way out towards the light. The surroundings looked more and more like Earth. 2000-and-something, she guessed. She had landed in the right time. So why had it killed her trusted device? Some of the answers came to her, as she made it into the street and spotted the first thing that really stood out to her. Blimps, a lot of them, in the sky. That was definitely new. So either something major had happened to change time into this. Or.. a parallel world? It certainly would explain why her vortex Manipulator hadn't been able to handle it. It wasn't supposed to be able to do that. Even less so, when she didn't even try to make it do it. However she got here, River knew that she would have to find another way to get home. It was probably a 1 in a million chance, that vortex manipulator could even do this trick. To get it to do it twice, would be very unlikely. For now, though, River was perfectly happy to hang out here for a while. It seemed like a perfectly normal day. Apart from the blimps, but no one else seemed to notice them. So she figured that was normal to the other people around her. Her eyes were quickly drawn to a skinny man with spiky hair, walking directly in her direction. Was that why she was here? Had he done something to bring her here? She wouldn't be surprised. But considering this version of him hadn't even met her parents yet. She found it odd that he would do that. If that was indeed the case. "Doctor?" [ the metacrisis doctor ]
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the metacrisis doctor
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part timelord, part human
" i'm still me "
hybrid ✧
Posts: 49
Pronouns: he, him
Age: mentally 904
Occupation: maintenance man of the universe
In Love W/: rose tyler
Written By: dreams
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Post by the metacrisis doctor on Nov 11, 2020 15:24:21 GMT
His black trainers halted, feeling as if he had been caught off-guard, and his eyebrows rose curiously, in remarkable disbelief. He turned on his heel -- a complete 180 degrees, his brown eyes darting around for just who could have possibly said his name. His real name. Only Rose and her family called him by that name, by that particular alias. Everyone else on Parallel Earth simply referred to him as "John" or "John Smith", and did not know him as "The Doctor" unless things got a little too risky. But, especially not on sight. And, especially not in the middle of the street.
He most definitely had heard someone call him. And, it most definitely hadn't been Rose's voice.
Actually, it had sounded like someone he had heard before. Someone he had met -- only once, but not in the human body he had now.
But it can't be.
His chocolate irises slowly scanned the perimeter around him, the faces in the crowd, hoping that he hadn't finally gone completely mad from the normalcy of everyday life, until, of course, one stuck out like a sore thumb. One face in all the crowd, and hair that was wild and unpredictable. Much like the woman who dawned it, if he recalled correctly.
He stared at her, his eyebrows meeting each other in obvious and abrupt confusion. "River?" He mirrored her question, but with more perplexity, his hands sunk down into charcoal trench-coat pockets and too taken aback by her existence to say much else. "But that's impossible... you're--" He blurted, pointing at her, then paused to correct himself. "You're here," he settled, stating the obvious, but still not quite believing his eyes. Well! Obvious for her, a miracle for him. His face took on even more inquisition as his Timelord brain started turning, and slowly walked up to her.
"But, how can you be here?" He studied her. Her face. her hair. Her eyes. Her clothes. He reached into his transcendental pockets and scanned her with his sonic screwdriver. He had to be sure -- eyeing her suspiciously. With an analytical science, a mystery to solve. A nagging at his senses that told him that she was an anomaly -- always something that didn't quite make sense. And, that was true now more than ever.
She wasn't a projection. She wasn't a hologram. She was real. And, somehow... she was alive.
His gaze fell on the vortex manipulator as he put away his screwdriver, slowly coming to terms with the possibilities, and understanding that, maybe this was not the River Song he had encountered in the Library. The woman who he had barely knew, that had sacrificed her life for his. Perhaps she was a different version of her. A parallel version that he was just encountering.
Or, maybe, just maybe, this was River Song before she had met him, and had found herself in the wrong world, in the wrong universe by mistake.
But none of these explanations carried to how she knew him, this Doctor, or the one in his Tenth incarnation that he identically resembled. The last time they'd met, she'd said he was the youngest she'd ever seen, and acted as if she knew him, and yet, didn't at the same time. Then, he had been slightly mistrusting of her, disliking her for the mere fact that she knew so much about him -- knew his future. A future that probably did not include Rose or his current face.
Now? Well... he had gotten the life he had always wanted. Human. With Rose. The only thing missing was the infinite stars and galaxies. The wonder of it all... still out there, still new. Still brimming and beaming with life, waiting for him to see it and to save it.
And, River had it all right there, in the small computer upon her wrist. And, somehow, she'd just popped between worlds like it was nothing.
Or... either fell through it.
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River Song
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the child of the TARDIS
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Posts: 51
Pronouns: She / Her
Age: 220+
Occupation: Archeologist
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Kat
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Post by River Song on Nov 11, 2020 20:50:13 GMT
It most certainly was her husband's spiky hair. The Trenchcoat was different though. River had only seen the brown one. But maybe his coat was black in this version of the universe. Whatever the case, he had heard her and reacted to her. So that must still be his name. He looked at her, confused. That wasn't new. Most of the times she had met him, he didn't known her. That was with the faces prior to this one though. This one seemed to usually know her. Although River hadn't gotten to the bit where she got to be the one in the know, and him the one who didn't know her. She wasn't looking forward to it though. Having him look at her, with no recognition would be the worst. River wasn't sure she would be able to live through it. He did seem very perplexed though. More so than normally. Was there no River in this version of time? It confused River too, but as always she had to keep up pretenses. So she shrugged and adjusted her hair a bit "Must have taken a wrong turn somewhere" She half gestured to the apparatus on her wrist, before letting her hands fall back along her sides. The scanning was a bit much. But River stayed quiet. Obviously he didn't think she should be able to be here. Of course he would check if she was real. River didn't have any personal experience with that version of his sonic. But she hoped it wouldn't be able to read her DNA- it had spoilers written all over it. But if he wasn't looking for it, maybe he wouldn't see it. Better not to comment on it, to not approach the topic. Instead she turned her head towards the sky and watched the blimps, with a look of wonder. "Is this your doing then? Or have I somehow accidentally jumped dimensions?" Somehow The Doctor causing the population to love blimps, seemed much more likely, than her accidentally travelling to a parallel universe. River wasn't even sure the Vortex manipulator was supposed to be able to do that. It would be irresponsible to try, there was no knowing what could happen. And with a device as small as this was, it would be much harder to fix any damage done, than if she had had a TARDIS. the metacrisis doctor
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the metacrisis doctor
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part timelord, part human
" i'm still me "
hybrid ✧
Posts: 49
Pronouns: he, him
Age: mentally 904
Occupation: maintenance man of the universe
In Love W/: rose tyler
Written By: dreams
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Post by the metacrisis doctor on Nov 28, 2020 15:05:57 GMT
He stared at her, at her nonchalance in disbelief and slight annoyance. As if falling through worlds, through parallel universes was something she did everyday. Something that was as simple as the blink of an eye. "You don't just take a wrong turn to get here," he berated her, his face turning serious as his eyes studied her and his tongue reached the peak of his mouth. "You being here... is beyond reason," He explained to her subtly, meeting her aviane eyes with a significant raise of his brows, with his scientific Time-lord brain bleeding through. And, there were so many reasons. One of which he could not go into detail about.
His head turned up, too, following her gaze curiously. And, it was then he understood. "No, they're not my doing.." he mumbled, still trying to work out what, exactly, was going on. His eyes glanced back toward her, dawning a new expression of incredulity and surprise as his eyebrows scrunched together once again. "You mean... you don't know where you are?" He asked her, becoming more and more baffled by the moment.
"Then again," he added with a small tilt of his head after a moment, looking away as his face became one of arrogance, "Your vortex manipulator would have suffered a great amount of damage coming here." The words left his lips in great knowledge and experience, the way it did when he knew he was right. And, well, most of the time... he was. But there was also a slight air of cheeky smugness to his probable analysis. "It would have broken the display. Even trapped you here. In a world that looks so similar, yet so different... anyone would be confused."
He let out a small sigh.
"It's supposed to be impossible..." he mused with a continued inter-working of mystery that was only half-solved. Then, his deep brown eyes turned back to her with a hint of making a point, his lips disappearing into a thin line. "And, yet, here you are."
But, maybe that's what River Song was... impossible.
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River Song
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the child of the TARDIS
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hybrid ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: She / Her
Age: 220+
Occupation: Archeologist
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Kat
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Post by River Song on Dec 12, 2020 16:10:13 GMT
You would think someone as clever as The Doctor, would know when you were being serious and when you were not. Of course, she knew, that it took more than a wrong turn to get here. And if he knew her at all, he would know that she knew. River placed her hands on her hips, shortly rolling her eyes at him, before sending him an annoyed stare.
As he asked, if she didn't know where she was, River was just about to reply, when he cut her off. God, he could be annoying like that. "Well blimey, Sherlock, you've only gone and solved the case" She commented, putting on a fake accent. Shaking her head a bit, River took her hands off her hips "Yes, here I am. And here you are and you clearly know me, so obviously you made it here somehow too. Or this universe also has a River Song, and if that was the case, you wouldn't be so surprised to see me." It was very unlikely that this universe would have another River Song. She wasn't like a normal human, who just needed the right people to conceive her. There were a million little things that had to happen, to have Amy and Rory in the TARDIS, in the vortex. And for her to have ended up with this face as well as her timelord genetics. Not that The Doctor knew about that. Not with that face, not yet.
"Since you've already solved the case of how I'm here, why don't you let me in on how you're here. If it's so impossible, how did you do it?" As much as River knew about The Doctor in her own universe, she knew basically nothing about him visiting other parallel universes. He hadn't mentioned it before and there was no way of finding information about it, in her universe. So this was a total mystery to her, which was a rare thing for her to experience.
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the metacrisis doctor
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part timelord, part human
" i'm still me "
hybrid ✧
Posts: 49
Pronouns: he, him
Age: mentally 904
Occupation: maintenance man of the universe
In Love W/: rose tyler
Written By: dreams
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Post by the metacrisis doctor on Feb 1, 2021 14:20:46 GMT
She was right.
He had looked her up. Only, River Song didn't exist in this universe. No record of her. And, the fact that she was standing there now, getting irritated with him, just downright denied the laws of physics. He had watched her die. She was dead, and he knew that. She did live on in some way, though, because he'd saved her -- and he always assumed she was still floating around in a computer database in the Library somewhere. But, they had only just met then, and they had only met once, but he never could stop wondering how she knew so much. Whatever the reason -- and he assumed it was one he really didn't want to think about, judging by how she carried herself with him -- she was back. And, she had fallen through the cracks of reality, trying to get back to him.
Only, this Doctor... wasn't the one she had been looking for.
"Except I don't." he argued with an air of wonder and that same slight suspicion that his two-hearted timelord dopple-ganger had carried. He sniffed, and stared at her with his old-new eyes."I haven't really the faintest idea who you really are." he told her bluntly, studying her, his brown orbs grazing over her frame. Which, of course, was the truth. "You don't exist." Then, he thought better of his words, and rectified them with a rush of air. "Well! Not in this universe anyway." He met her eyes, peering into them, his brain still trying to work it all out, his eyebrows scrunched under the weight of his superior intellect and outstanding brilliance.
His eyes widened ever so slightly upon her question. He had been half-way expecting the conversation to reach this point. But, honestly, that was a lot to explain and, well, quite frankly, he still knew next to nothing about her. "That's... a long story." he let the words fall out in a exhale of breath, not wanting to tell her everything, or, anything, until he knew more. He raised his eyebrows with a preposition of an idea, a blackmail of words. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." He told her with underlying promise, and slight jest. "We can have chips." He flashed a small, friendly grin, pointing at a small diner down the way. "There's this little place over there... about, I don't know... two or three blocks away. Serves the best chips." he accented the air with his finger to emphasis just how good they were.
He was sure Rose wouldn't mind. What she didn't know, couldn't hurt her. And, he'd know, she'd get all sorts of wrong ideas.
[ TAG -- River Song ]
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River Song
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the child of the TARDIS
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hybrid ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: She / Her
Age: 220+
Occupation: Archeologist
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Kat
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Post by River Song on Feb 20, 2021 18:36:54 GMT
River watched The Doctor as he talked, with a small smirk on her face. At that point in his timeline he didn't know her yet. He wouldn't for a while. "Well, you know my name, that's a start." It was more than his previous faces had known. So he had seen her before, that event had to be something she hadn't seen yet. Spoilers and all that. She met the Doctor's eyes, as he looked to her. If this was really him. He had the face and the hair. But something was definitely off. And it wasn't just the coat. Taking a step closer, she lifted a hand and booped his nose with her finger. "You just can't stand, not knowing, can you?" Honestly, it made her a bit giddy, seeing him this fuzzled.
There were limits to how much River could tell him. Even if she wanted to, there were rules. Rules that she had made and that she couldn't and wouldn't break. She would do anything to protect the Doctor and part of that, was protecting their timeline. No one could know things they weren't supposed to. And if she said too much, it could change things. But she could always stall things, especially if food was involved. "It's a date!" River smiled and linked her arm with his before she started leading them both in the direction of the chips. "Our first from your perspective, I imagine" This should be interesting.
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the metacrisis doctor
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part timelord, part human
" i'm still me "
hybrid ✧
Posts: 49
Pronouns: he, him
Age: mentally 904
Occupation: maintenance man of the universe
In Love W/: rose tyler
Written By: dreams
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Post by the metacrisis doctor on Oct 14, 2021 5:02:13 GMT
He stared at her, eyes squinted. Eyebrows furrowed. Still trying to figure her out, and still slightly suspicious, ever so intrigued and, on a personal note, secretly somewhat scared of her. From his perspective, she was either one of two things to him -- to his future self... his other self, and although he technically wasn't the same man anymore, or, really, the same species, the Metacrisis still had that same underlying fear of change. Of dying. Of giving away all of his days and his passions and adventures and memories and experiences to some new man that would be nothing like him, to go sauntering off to forget about love and life and all of the things he saw. The Doctor, the original one, had probably regenerated at least twice by now, and was probably nothing like his tenth iteration, or the human dopple-ganger that took after him.
It was a future that he would never see. A future he knew nothing about, that he would never have to be concerned with as a half-human hybrid, and quite, frankly, didn't need to know about. Not really.
So, why, then, did he care about what River Song meant to the other time-travelling Timelord so much? Why did he entertain the thought of what she was... for him?
He studied her. The way she smiled, the way she teased him. She almost seemed to know him like the back of her hand. Despite his gob, she -- like Rose -- saw right through it to a man that was obsessed with knowing the answer to life's biggest mysteries.
Of course, River Song was one of them. Though, he couldn't indulge her -- couldn't give her the satisfaction of agreeing with her. Not yet.
He looked down, then cleared his throat awkwardly, pining to change the subject. "It's a bit of a hobby -- Not knowing." he replied quickly. "Getting tired of it. Need a new one." He told her dismissively, in a line of dialogue that was also slowly allowing him to back away, not liking how close she was. The man in the dark converse turned his heel.
But, then she linked her arm in his, as they synced in step of his leisurely stroll. She seemed at ease, so he allowed it, expecting that her intimacy with him wouldn't last for long once she found out who he really was.
His eyebrows raised upon her exclamation, and he was quick to shut it down. "It is definately not a date." he insisted, the seriousness of his tone and features apparent with a finger raised in the air, but humour alit in his brown eyes in reaction to her boldness.
He could only imagine what Rose would do if she saw them right now, and he wanted it to be clear to the wild-haired woman that there was nothing between them. Ever.
Although... strangely, he was starting -- starting -- to understand what his other self saw in the archeologist. He hoped he could sway her into telling him more about him at some point. That was partially the plan, anyway.
[ TAG -- River Song ]
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