inkwell_bar | Happy Halloween! (^o^)

Halloween! It is here. It is awesome. And awesome holidays deserve some truly awesome parties! As per usual, the Inkwell is all decked out and ready to go – black and orange streamers, paper bats hanging from the ceiling, fake blood on the window, and a jack-o-lantern sitting by the front door outside – one that is carved with a pie shape and what looks like a razor on it. There is a reason for this – this year’s theme for most of the residents is Sweeney Todd. You can thank Lucy for the idea – she herself is dressed up as Mrs. Lovett. Simon has taken on the role of Beadle Bamford, putting on his best shifty-eyed look. DG-Victor has of course become Sweeney himself, with Alice serving as his long-lost Lucy. (Yes, there was an element of amusement about Alice dressing herself up as a Lucy.) Doc is serving as the evil Judge Turpin, and Marty as lesser antagonist Adolfo Pirelli (the “piss and ink” guy). Dee is crossdressing as the unfortunate Toby, and Steve & Gary are dressed up in their puppy forms as pies with arms and legs sticking out of them (and having probably way too much fun as such).

There are two hold-outs on the theme – the two Victors who main haunt these days is tumblr. Butterfly Boy has run with the mun’s old idea for an Avengers AU based on her primary two crossover universes and is dressed up as a steampunk Iron Man. And Forgotten Vows has taken to heart a crossover idea Vic’s friend Reenie had over there and dressed up as Nathan Wallace, aka the Repo Man, from Repo!: The Genetic Opera. There’s been a few nervous looks their way as nobody can tell if the weaponry they’re carrying is real or not. (Not that they would ever turn such on their friends, but – accidents happen.)

At any rate, there’s plenty of good food, good tunes, and good fun to be had, so go ahead and drop by! Happy Halloween!

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"Right, right -- the whole thing with Rose and the time-eating lizard things we knew about," Marty confirms. "And the one where Ten and Five met and kind of merged the TARDISes together and the world was going to be destroyed by something the size of Belgium. The other stuff. . .well, I guess if one Doctor's good for saving the universe, two or three have got to be even better, eh? And saving yourself from shit is something canon me knows a little about from Part II." Although in that case Marty-II had to save Marty-I from a situation Marty-II had caused. "Universe hasn't ended yet, so I think we're all good."

Doc is looking thoughtful himself. "I wonder then if what you do technically counts as crossing your timeline," he remarks to Lisa. "You almost never bump into your other selves, do you? You just happen to be in different cities all at the same time. Which, granted, is temporally significant, but about the safest way TO live through the same year over and over."

"Except when all they do is fight," says AL.

"Oh, come, now," says Five. "We don't always fight."

"No," AL admits, "not always. But often. The meetings generally start as a fight, then they mellow out. Too much greatness in one room, I guess."

The Doctors puff up with pride as AL rolls her eyes at them.

"You guys are just lucky I love you."

"Like I said," AL answers Doc, "I try not to. Unless there's a plot that needs to be done. There are only two specific instances I can think of where I met myself. One was when me and Ten and Martha wound up in Hill Valley and met me and Doc and Marty." AL glances at V. "I think the alter ego blames that story on you. That was back when you had the plot-bunny about Doc being the Doctor's father. Anyways, and then there was the time when me and Doc and Marty were bouncing around alternate universes and wound up meeting the two VampDocs and OckDoc and the Doc from 'Boy Genius' - haven't heard about that one in a while, eh? - and the alter ego added another universe so my other self could contact a couple Alnilam unicorns to get us home." She thinks a minute, then nods. "Yeah, I think that was it. I guess from the Doctors meeting himself all the time, I rather subconsciously avoid myself." She shrugs.

"They're just trying to establish who's naturally dominant," Butterfly Boy jokes. "I suppose it's whoever has the most knowledge of what's actually going on at the moment."

Doc shakes his head at the Doctor puffing, then nods as AL talks about the few times she's met herself. "Ah yes, I remember both of those! That was a very strange idea you had once, Vic."

"What can I say -- that pocket-watch idea intrigued me," Vic says with a shrug. "I dunno if that second one really counts given our topic, though. That wasn't time travel, that was dimensional travel. Less chance of destroying everything -- er, maybe."

"And I'm still around," TeenDoc speaks up. "I just don't think she's that much interested in the universe anymore. Blame the teenage me from the Telltale game." Actually, it's probably more Butterfly Boy's fault, but he's hardly going to blame his friend and fellow scientist.

"You'd think so," says AL, "except when One is around, they respect him the most. Relatively speaking, he'd be the youngest and most inexperienced of all of them. Yet when he's around, it's him they listen to." She eyes her Time Lords. "Why is that?"

The five Doctors glance around at each other, scratch their heads, mutter and generally look uncomfortable. Five finally clears his throat. "We greatly value his advice. His opinion isn't skewed by experiences out in the universe...and he's more level-headed than we are." He eyes his other selves and they nod as if to say, 'Yeah, sure, that sounds good'.

"I dunno," AL says to V. "By dimension-hopping, one now has other dimensions that can be tampered with instead of just one. We'd gone back in time seven years as well as changing dimensions, so we could've accidentally tampered with their timelines. We didn't, but it was still a possibility."

"Yeah," says AL, drawing the word out for a second. "Whose idea was it to make his hair brown?" She shakes her head. "I mean the games are great but a couple things just leave me going, 'Huh?'."

"Did you just admit to one of your regenerations being more level-headed?" Vic says with a snicker. "I guess his take on things as the relatively 'clean slate' would be useful, though. Plus he's got the 'old wise professor' look going for him."

Vic bites her lip. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. . .could have blown up multiple universes instead of just one. Good thing we're not usually the types to mess with that sort of thing. Too often, anyway."

"Actually, according to some dialogue from Marty, he's supposed to be a redhead," Vic says, looking just as confused. "I don't get it either."

"Well, let's face facts -- they also made me what, six years older than I should have been?" Teen Doc points out. "You made a joke out of the fact that our age is completely inconsistent between various parts of the franchise this year on our birthday."

"True enough," Vic chuckles. "In case you're wondering, AL -- the script and novelization for the first movie has Doc at 65 in 1985; the TAS has him be 63, I believe, thanks to the episode 'Gone Fishin'" making him four in 1926; and The Game has him be 71, what with him being 17 in 1931."

The Doctors blush. "What we mean is that his perceptions aren't skewed by running around the universe encountering Daleks and Cybermen and all manner of nasty folks." Five says quietly.

AL pats his arm. "From what I remember, One was pretty critical of those he thought were primitive or naive compared to his intellect. Kind of suspicious and very crotchety. Susan had to talk you into helping me on Alnilam during the war, remember?"

"She also talked me into bringing you along after you'd recovered from the crash," adds Five, putting an arm around her. "Yes, I remember."

AL smiles. "The 'old, wise professor' look worked for him."

And she blinks at V's explanation of Doc's age and the hair. "Redhead? I must've missed that part of the dialogue. And seriously? Gee, and I thought your age was hard to pin down." She looks at the Doctors while she says the last bit. "Though it doesn't help you've been lying about your age for hundreds of years."

"Oh, you should talk!" says Ten. "You've been traveling through time for so long, I sincerely doubt you can remember your exact age, either." He folds his arms across his chest, challenging her to contradict that statement.

AL opens her mouth to answer, then stops herself, thinks, and laughs. "You know, he's right. I've no idea how old I am anymore."

"Exactly!" says Eleven. "It's easier to...what's the word? guesstimate?...than try to keep track of things."

She shrugs. "He has a point, actually. As for Doc, though...I suppose it'd be mean to just suggest they should've done better research, but I dunno..."

"Yeah, basically what I said -- 'clean slate,'" Vic nods, though she frowns a little as the conversation continues. "Seems like you learned a little more compassion -- or at least getting your nose back in joint -- over the years, though."

"Yeah, it was basically one quick line to Trixie telling her how to recognize Emmett when they were pulling off their 'get Edna to break up with him' plan," Vic says. "I can't blame you for missing it. And tell me about it -- the really weird thing is that Bob G. was involved with ALL of those things, so you think HE would have caught some of these problems!" Funny that a man who wrote a time travel movie would be so prone to continuity errors.

Doc nods, smirking in a rather tired way. "I don't know how old I am anymore either -- I assume I'm in my late 60s, possibly early 70s, but -- well, time in Arcadia doesn't move the same way time on Earth does, and we have to account for me spending time in an alternate dimension and in a pocket dimension that temporarily suffered from a rather mixed-up timestream."

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