genessia | Video/action sometime before midnight

[he's staggering around somewhere in Nova City, unsteady on his heels in the snow. The lights from the city flash off the beads in his fringe dress and he's also wearing a wig because you might as well. Tho occasionally arcs of static electricity come from it. Some theatrics company is going to be a bit put off but it's Christmas or would be if it were. A handcuff dangles from one wrist with a bedpost on the other side of it and in his other hand he's holding a case of bottles of ginger beer which he drinks from intermittently... and sings this song almost on loop thought the words aren't quite right.]

Now everybody's cried
and until the tears have died
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink
and then drink the floor
we'll dance and bright and fight
until turn off all the lights

[he staggers left and nearly gets run over. The horn blaring as he flails back and salutes them]

and then pass out change face wake sup
and go drinking once upon a time.

[falls into the remains of a snowbank and hiccoughs]

Hello Doctor world is me!

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[All. The. Laughing.]

[ALL OF IT EVER.]

You need a ride home, stranger?

[he shakes his head] Pass a calling star. [he grins] Ginger? [offers one to the camera and drinks from it]

Abso-frickin-lutely, as soon as I figure out where you are. I'll get Fluffy to stack the fridge with 'em.

Oh, Fluffy. [then does a good if incredibly sarcastic imitation of his voice] Awn ni. [rolls his eyes and takes a long swallow]

[Laughs and shakes her head.] I don't know what you were trying to say with that. Too Scottish you great big vulture-eyebrows Doctor.

Allonsy?

[SO MUCH LAUGHING.]

Forget complainin' about yerself for two moments and focus on me, will ya? I'm a little worried about you bein' out there in the cold with cars around.

Oh, good, yes, of course, 'cos you haven't done enough damage yet.

[The Doctor searches the background of the video feed for landmarks to get a rough location so he can get close enough to start scanning, at least.]

That your next plan, then, a stiff drink and a radiator to the face?

[he laughs as if this is the funniest thing he's said all day. Then looks himself in the eyes and says flatly]

Clara.

Awn ni. Qani ketdik. Laten we gaan. Ikimasho.

[he waves a hand, watches it wave for a few seconds, bites his ring]

Take one?

I have no idea what you said until the end.

But yes, please. Though, I have to know where you are to get it.

[...well he knows how to strike a chord with himself. The Doctor's voice comes out a bit quiet and high-pitched with surprise and discomfort.]

...whot?

[.........no, no, no, that's not damage that he did, even if it were possible, there wouldn't have been that sort of delay, but there's got to be a connection there, somewhere.]

Ah.. what about Clara?

All the current ideology. [he waves a hand annoyed] Ikimasho. Awn ni. Fluffy. See?

[he staggers to get up]

Color?

[he taps a hand to his temple and draws it out, a filigree of electricity coming with it]

Pieces come together. Understanding. Cure. Understanding. Can't see.

[HEAD TILT!!!] Ikimasho??? Icky mashed potoato???

Uh. Butterscotch color?

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Let's go. All of it the same pool.

[as for the other, thumbs up and he goes to steal a car. Well in this case it's by flinging himself at a taxi and lying on the hood while the driver yells at him. Not butterscotch but close enough?]

...

[The Doctor studies his older self. That arc, that's something more worrisome entirely. Residual charge? Should have dissipated long ago, normally. Some side-effect of what he was trying to tamper with? A Time Lord physiology thing rare enough that he wasn't thinking of it right off? He knew all sorts of wild things could come out of a regeneration gone wrong, but that didn't seem quite right, either.]

...some of your memories were jarred loose by that jolt? Can't see, though, can't see what--how to put the pieces in order?

[he snaps his fingers and points]

K-9!

[The Doctor brightens and grins at that reaction for a second, until he's processed that answer.]

...oi, don't "good boy" me, I'm trying to help. And incidentally, if you haven't noticed, you've sort of got... weather.

[He pantomimes the finger gesture his older self had done a moment before, and then with his other hand indicates the arc that had formed.]

You aware of that, I mean, when it happens, the discharges, are you feeling anything you can describe?

[...not fantastic odds he can communicate it, if so, but it might just be informative.]

No! Farmer! Numbers. Card. [he waves a hand annoyed and chugs more ginger beer]

Giddy. Cold. Rearranges. Teeth hum. [starts to hum auld lang syne]

What? No.

Doctor. Get off the cab.

No fair car surfing without me.

Stealing. [but apparently not because the cabbie shoves him back into the snowdrift and drives off. He grunts and frowns at his one bare foot. Then looks at Rose as if this is unsatisfactory. Electricity crackles through his hair like a halo and he grabs another ginger beer]

I might not know much about TimeLord biology, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be a live wire generator.

[Goes to his room and gets a pair of slippers, then tugs on her boots, scarf, and leather jacket and heads out. How far from the Ponds could he even really get?]

Shame though, I don't know how to use you as a battery, my phone works as a taser for cybermen, but I'm pretty sure adding more won't exactly help the situation.

[And a small eyeroll at herself. "River can solve it. Let River handle it!" Fuck that.]

Also you can't steal a cab by jumping on it. What do they even teach at TimeLord Academy? You have to stick out your thumb, and get in the back of one and say "TAKE ME TO THE POLICE STATION!" Then duck and roll when you get close, and they'll say "What about my fare?" and you say "That's why I'm turning myself in!

[SERIOUS NOD. ROSE HAS, IN FACT, DONE THIS IN THE BOOKS.] Works everytime.

Other ride was blue. [stares up at what stars he could see]

Best ship in any universe.

You should come home to her, Doc.

[he huffs a laugh. Twitches slightly. Finishes the ginger beer] There's too much. Oranges. The pain is not enough. And everything is a neutron star [he pulls his hand into a fist] waiting to die.

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