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[cricketycricket]

Well .... there. Now all the things I've written are caught up on, that's refreshing. Now I suppose I can start to on a few more entries. It's nice, having things to contemplate, to wrap my mind around, since I don't really have any companions, right now.

I might pick one up, here, I'm not sure. It all depends on how they'd feel. Or how I would. I'm still not sure if I want another, just yet. Especially now that the Master is here. He tends to only mean trouble.

... Though, I haven't really seen a lot of him, since he arrived. Maybe this is a good thing? Then again, it could always mean he's just squirreled himself away to plot one of his grandiose, complicated schemes, and I've got to be ready.

I don't know whether I should relax, or not.

This is all very frustrating.

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[abbytude.livejournal.com]

Master? Companion?

You just keep getting weirder and weirder.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

It's .... hardly as it would sound to some, I'm quite sure. The Master is my oldest and best adversary ... we've been thorns in each other's sides for centuries, now. His title is much like mine ... simply something he chose because he thought it suited him.

As for companions, well, they're just that. People who've joined me in my travels and kept me company over the years. Some of them were very good friends, some were simply a nuisance, but I've always had someone along with me, for one reason or another.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

Why would you travel with someone who annoys you?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Why would you work with someone who induces the urge in people to steal military tanks?

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

I have no choice in the matter. I'm a resident, I have to complete the training before I can take my boards and have the freedom to work where ever I want.

Believe me, I wish Morris hadn't been accepted at County, but he was.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, sometimes, companions are like that. Circumstances dictate that they have to come on board the Tardis to save their lives, or other people's ... or sometimes it's just by accident and it's a while before I can conceivably return them to their own time. And I'm hardly going to strand them in a time or a place where they don't belong.

So ... I suppose companions are a bit like residents, in that respect, sometimes.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

I thought you were a Martian or Venusian or whatever...you move through time? How is that even possible?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Gallifreyan! I'm beginning to think I need to get it on an identification bracelet, or something. Goodness.

But I'm a Time Lord. It's what I do. I've got the Tardis, you see. It travels in both space and time. As for the mechanics of how it's possible, well ... if you've not the inclination to hear about the benefits of the celery, I sadly doubt you'd be up for a full explaination of the Tardis' spatiotemporal navigation system.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

No, you're right. Biochemistry was enough of a challenge for me.

Time Lord. Is that a public office on your planet? How'd you get that job?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Not a public office, more of .... sort of like your Master's Degree or Doctorate. Amusingly enough, all things considered.

I've been offered public office before, too, actually, but I'd rather die than take it again. I'm hardly a politician. Tried it once. Didn't go well. Not at ALL.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

So you went to school to be a Time Lord. Huh.

What kind of office does a Martian hold? President of the Milky Way?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Martians, honestly, I don't know. They change their political systems every century or so, it feels like. ... On Gallifrey, we have a Council ... a group of Time Lords led by the Lord President, and they pretty much act like Earth's Parliament or Congress would ... no, wait. No. More like your United Nations, only of space and time, and with only one planet represented.

It's not as much of a Democracy as they'd have you think, honestly.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

There's an alien UN? How many planets belong, because if it's like the United Nations I don't think they ever managed to agree on much. But then, I'm just a lowly peon who manages to vote once ever four years for the President and calls it good.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Oh, there are several, Dr. Lockhart. Countless governments and countless councils across an infinite amount of galaxies. So much beaurocracy and red tape that it would make your head spin.

And don't even get me started on the Vogons.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what a Vogon is.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Consider yourself lucky. They're all a bunch of callous beaurocrats who care about nothing but regulations and paperwork.

... They're also officially the worst poets in the universe.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

Roses are red, violets are purple
Celery is a food
not lapel decoration, space dude
and nothing rhymes with purple

That kind of bad poetry?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Worse. If I even wrote the words here, your brain would start to break down. Literally.

... And honestly, for Earth poetry? That's not so bad.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

That's terrible for "Earth poetry".

That's um...some pretty powerful bad poetry. Can words really make cells deteriorate? Neurologic function shouldn't actually suffer from just reading, you know.

Then again, I thought my brain would break during med school a few times.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, it's a combination of that, and the quality of their atmosphere, but yes. I've had the misfortune of seeing it happen.

And I've heard much, much worse poetry here.

[abbytude.livejournal.com]

Lovely.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.