1st Mishmash ~ [Video]

[comeonthensexy]

[When the recording starts, the Doctor is busy poking around and checking the functions of the bracelet, so maybe it was turned on by accident, maybe not. He’s talking, and it certainly isn’t to the network, so it might seem very accidental.

But who knows. Maybe even he doesn’t.

The surroundings behind him are moving and his footsteps can be heard, so he’s definitely pacing as he talks. Occasionally, Rory comes into view.]

--separated from the TARDIS. That’s fine, not new, it happens, we’re always reunited in the end, that’s fine.

[Not that he sounds like he really thinks it is.]

But there’s something else. I’m not really used to being taken from the TARDIS and discovering that something’s really not right.

--actually, I’m used to that too. We are used to that.

[He spins around and finally is no longer looking at the bracelet, but at something else (Rory) and the footsteps stop.]

I mean not right in the way that I don’t hear what I should hear, don’t see what I should see, don’t… Everything is just wrong, they took away my Time Lord-yness, Rory! It’s like I-I… I’m…

I’m practically human.

[So. Very. Affronted, and he sounds it.

He continues moving, and this time his arms seem to be very much involved as the screen moves a little bit every now and then, angles changing just slightly.

Briefly, the sound of Rory's voice cuts in with a "but, Doctor--" before being cut off by more of the other man's ramblings.]

I don’t really see the point of that. Or, well, I guess I do, a bit, if they insist on putting something in us then maybe it doesn’t work if they… But still! They apparently didn’t think about asking or explaining because, honestly, I would’ve been happy to help and I’m certain you would have been too but— Ah.

[His expression shifts into one of dawning realisation and he starts pacing properly again, bringing Rory back into view.]

Ah, but the houses. See, I always liked the idea of the old mythic gods because they were always so… human, completely unlike those one-god-only religions who insist their god is perfect when, really, it seems in the books to me like they’re perfectly imperfect— But, anyway! The gods!

They’re human, mentally, and they have houses and, oh, it’s all about individual traits, isn’t it? Then, logically, if they bring in people to all the houses, there would be those that wouldn’t want to help, and if there are only people who would be kind enough to want to help then… where would the energy come from? They bring people of so different personalities together and, oh, that is clever, that is very clever, I like that. People clash, and then there are sparks and energy, [wriggles fingers,] and colour and life because humans are just beautiful like that, aren’t they?

[ Again, Rory tries to present an opinion: "Well, yeah, I suppose--" before being cut off again. ]

And we’re from the outside, so we’re the only ones that could fix whatever it is that’s covered this land. They are clever. Cunning, kind of rude, actually, but clever. Aren’t they, Rory? You have you agree with me on this one. What I don’t understand, [he shakes his index finger,] is why they keep things from us. What do they hope to gain from that? If they want us to fight a war, why don’t they say so right away so people can be prepared? It just seems very counterproductive. It doesn’t make any sense. But it has to!

[He knocks the heel of his palm against his forehead and marches towards Rory.]

What am I missing? I’m missing something! [And he grabs Rory’s shoulders, almost shakes him.] What am I missing?

[Somewhere in the shaking, Rory finally has an opportunity to get a word or two in. Literally, just a word or two. He’s clearly used to this.] Could you not do that? Look, what did you do before you had the--

[Sucking in a breath, the Doctor turns on his heel and walks the other way, running his fingers through his hair before he finally looks back at the bracelet. Rory stays in the background now that the angle isn’t constantly changing.]

Oh! Hello! So that’s what you were doing, you beauty. Don’t mind that, I was just... just... thinking out loud. I’m the Doctor. Just the Doctor. [A pause.] You... don’t have any idea, do you?

((OOC: The Doctor's first post with a Rory cameo... thing. Not really an intro, because he's all dived into this business ok he's got dis. Oh, and it's after his thread in the mingle log. The Doctor is just black, and poor Rory's one line outside brackets is blue.))

Comments

[comeonthensexy]

Well, my voice is very nice so I don't see any harm in listening to it.

I think best when talking. Call it rambling if you wish; thought processes tend to be rather jumbled together - that's why talking helps. Considering that, so far, only two people seem to mind, which is the minority, I think I'll keep at that, since it works so well.

[onceknighted]

You fail to consider that the majority here also happens to primarily consist of people with small rocks for brains. I wouldn't be surprised if I was one of the only voices of reason here. [no he is just one of the grumpiest...]

At any rate, you could have always asked instead of winding yourself with deductions. There are people here who have been long enough to answer a good variety of questions, after all.

[comeonthensexy]

Asking questions isn't as fun as working it all out myself. There's no need to have someone else use their breath and time on answering questions I don't need answering. I did ask a question, if you didn't notice through your... offendedness.

[onceknighted]

My offendedness isn't quite on an all-consuming level yet. In case you aren't aware, it can be a little off-putting to be told you've been ripped from your own world and have to fight a war that you have nothing to do with, only armed with a flimsy human body and whatever magic tricks the gods have deigned to give you. What do they care about preparing their troops if said troops might revolt before they could even be sent to the battlefield?

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, yes, and keeping things from said troops is of course so much better of an idea. Did they think it would soften the blow to leave it for later?

[onceknighted]

They're gods, I highly doubt that softening the blow was ever a part of the plan. If anything, I'd imagine they would leave the explanation until the very last minute so there would be as little time to act out as possible.

[comeonthensexy]

And how did that go for them?

[onceknighted]

Ask how many people here support the gods. The number has been growing lately, but it's probably a great deal lower than they had intended. [which he sounds entirely unfazed by] If they expected half-truths to work any better than that, they're much less intelligent than I had initially assumed.

[comeonthensexy]

Do you know why it's been growing?

[onceknighted]

Attacks on the city from opposing forces. Some of the gods are becoming a little more open with information as well, which has likely swayed a few.

[comeonthensexy]

A little too late, if you ask me.

[onceknighted]

Oh, I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them at this point. Some people are just willing to tumble over their own feet to place their trust in others, though. A shame, but not at all unexpected.

[comeonthensexy]

There's something to be said in willingness to be trusting. If more people trusted with just the right amount of wariness, I believe the universe would be a better place.

[onceknighted]

What a disgustingly optimistic point of view. It's a shame for you and the universe that "the right amount of wariness" seems nigh impossible to come by.

[comeonthensexy]

Disgusting? Why? Because you don't agree? Because you don't think it can happen? That doesn't change that it's most likely a truth.

[onceknighted]

I won't argue that it would be true if it were possible, but it isn't, so there's not a point in entertaining the idea, yes? Optimism of that nature goes above and beyond levels of idiocy that can be ignored.

[comeonthensexy]

Would you trust the gods to do what they can to help you make sure their own world isn't destroyed?

[onceknighted]

[a moment of stumped silence! he hadn't really been expecting that...]

I don't believe that's the kind of trust that would inspire anything good, and I would say I'd trust them to throw us out as cannon fodder before actually helping us.

[comeonthensexy]

Their world's practically grey, their people seem decently useless. If there's an enemy strong enough to destroy the world, I doubt they could stand up to it on their own. Why would they throw out the one help they have? They haven't treated the situation in a smart way, but that doesn't mean they don't actually need us.

So.

What does that say about you?

[onceknighted]

It says that I'm rightfully cautious because I know better. [a huff] That said, one can be used for cannon fodder without literally being thrown out. They could indeed need us to spit us upon the battlefield. That doesn't mean they intend for any of us to survive it.

[comeonthensexy]

Does it? Do they really seem like they intend for any of us to die?

You've been here longer than me, I'm guessing. Think about it.

[And this is him hanging up.]