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Imps.

[ it's a singular word accompanied by the image of a very unamused and unimpressed older face with eyebrows that even if you couldn't see his mouth might actually show off his displeasure all by themselves. it's clear that he thinks this entire thing is stupid and arguably not real, but then again, robin hood shouldn't be real and he certainly did run into him. ]

There's a planet or two like this. Populated only with small, very— annoying bug creatures. I hate those planets. [ see also: i hate here. ] Try to avoid them unless someone wants to go see them.

[ that's not actually the commentary he means to make about here, but he can't entirely resist it. he clears throat. ] Of all the versions of me to drag here you choose me. Have to wonder if there's something a bit off in your heads. Then again, there's imps and fairies around and involved. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised if there's something off.

[ he sighs. ] If you can take a moment away from whatever it is you're doing right now. I know it's important to you— but this is a bit important to me and it'll take a minute. And it won't kill you to take that minute to listen since you already are. [ he also doesn't entirely care what everyone else is doing right now, but manners, achieving the goal of actually getting someone to pay attention. ] I'm missing a person. My ca— Clara. Her name's Clara, about— [ he motions somewhere south of his shoulder that is a horrible approximation of her actual height. ] that high, wide face. Bossy little thing. Tell her the Doctor's looking for her and that I need to see her even if she doesn't want to see me. I need to make sure she's in one piece if she's here.

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Planets? You some sort of space guy?

[Jack was always a bit curious about space, but he usually lost control of the wind before he could get high enough.]

[ Some sort of space guy. There's this brief moment when The Doctor looks a little offended before just pursing his lips. ]

Space and time guy, but yes. I'm that sort of guy. The guy who travels about, landing on planets, saying hello, maybe doing some things before flying off to the next one.

[ And then. ]

You some sort of not space guy?

Time, huh? [A raised eyebrow shows how that's even more new. Except everyone here comes from so many different times, the notion of it might be slightly less impressive than it should be.]

More of a sky and snow guy. A little bit of a time guy too since I've seen a lot of it. Though I'm guessing probably not as much as you.

[Because sure he's old, but at least he doesn't look old. There's a brief pause where he stares for a bit before giving his staff a smack in realization.]

Got it! You're Father Time! Nailed it.

Time. That thing that passes by rather quickly when you're not paying attention.

[ If you're human or anything that can't travel through time, but details. ]

With that white hair of yours, I'd say you've got a century or two under your belt. At least. Must be all that sky and snow that keeps you from looking like it in the face. Just wait a few—

[ Hold up— oh this is a nightmare and a secret dream all in one. Father Time. Good god, he likes this regeneration but apparently he looks old enough to be Father Time to white haired teenagers. Are you messing with him Jack? Please be messing with him. The Doctor manages to open his mouth once, before shutting it and doing what really is a good imitation of a fish before he finally shakes his head. ]

Oh. Of course, and I occasionally spend time with Father Christmas in between my favorite human holiday and his. [ Why this. ] I look that old to you?

[ He doesn't even know if he's insulted or not, because at least he looks— a bit better than a few other regenerations were once upon a time. ]

[Hey, the way he sees the world is that you're either a human, an animal, or a spirit. So what other Time Spirit could there possibly be other than the one and only?]

Father Christmas! I didn't know you were buddies with North. Shame he never told me about you. [He laughs, because he senses the sarcasm and it's far too amusing to not follow along with it anyway.]

And hey, I've got three centuries on me, but I'm still tossed in with the younger crowd. So I just figure you're probably bundled in with the ancients.

[ One that's significantly more real than Father Time. Not everyone fits into those categories, Jack. ]

He always forgets to. Might be because I only see him once a year and I occasionally look different when we get together. [ It's sarcastic and yet he does run into him from time to time. It's always— under circumstances that just make the whole Santa thing seem like the least important thing. The Doctor doesn't laugh, but he does manage to look endlessly pleased with himself. ]

You're just missing 700 years before you can maybe count as falling in between there and us. [ Doctor, you're 2000-ish. Don't even pretend. ]

Edited (that was a massacre of grammar) 2014-12-05 05:34 (UTC)

[He's caught on that the Father Time guess might not entirely be accurate, but he's finding it's not exactly easy to tell where the sarcasm ends and the actual serious facts start. Squinting his eyes as he tries to figure out what the deal with mystery space man is, he just shrugs with a chuckle.]

That's alright. I'm not exactly in a rush to be grouped in with you old fogies. It's a lot more fun where I'm at, thanks.

[ The squinting is— it adds to the Doctor's own amusement for a number of reasons. Jack Frost and Father Time and Santa are all fairy tales but he knows first hand those can sometimes be true. Even if he doesn't always want them to be. ]

Traveling about in all of space and time doesn't sound fun to you. [ You wound his soul, truly. ] Next you'll be telling me you just think all of us have forgotten to have fun.

Different kind up here. Longer lasting than yours.

Not saying it wouldn't be fun. [Space? SPACE? That sounds super cool actually. He's flown everywhere but there's a limit to where he can go. But he ain't about to stroke his ego.]

You just don't look like you're having fun. Or is your face just plastered that way?

It's the eyebrows. Make me look angrier than I am even when I'm trying for a neutral look.

[ And honestly, he looks like a bit demented when he smiles so, best he doesn't. ]

I missed when it became a requirement to be grinning ear to ear when having fun.

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