fandomhigh | Constant Vigilance 2, Session 13. Friday the 7th, A Classroom. Period 4

The Doctor was waiting in the classroom. Along with the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, and the Doctor.

The one the students are familiar with was sitting in his chair behind the desk.

The eldest looking one was sitting to the right of the Doctor with the ears, fiddling with his cane. He harrumphed a little. His hair was white, his outfit simple and in dark colors.

Not far off was the Doctor with the mop of hair in a Beatles-like haircut, with a black frock coat over a light blue shirt. He wore a bow tie and plaid trousers. He had a recorder in his hands, but he wasn't playing it.

Another Doctor was going over some figures, writing on the chalkboard with a small piece of chalk. He was wearing a bright red velvet jacket over a frilly silk shirt. And a cape. He was, in fact, also wearing a cape. His hair was silver colored, and rather well kept.

Standing close by was a Doctor wearing a brown felt hat and coat, with an improbably long multicolored scarf. Under his hat was an equally improbably mop of brown curly hair. He was playing with a yo-yo, bringing it up and down.

The youngest looking one was dressed in a sort of cricket outfit, with a bit of celery pinned to his lapel. He was blonde, and rather cheerful looking.

The outfit on the blonde curly haired Doctor was a bit of an eyesore. A multicolored coat that clashed with itself, not to mention the horrible shoes. He had his arms crossed and was leaning against a wall.

Another Doctor was fiddling with his black umbrella, which had a prominent red question mark for a handle. He was sitting on the floor, for some reason.

The last Doctor was in a green frock coat, not unlike one from a Wild Bill Hickock costume. He had a silk cravat, but for some reason was wearing no socks. He seemed rather gleeful, in fact.

The Doctor, the one with the ears, stood up after the bell rang.

"Today, you'll be asking me questions. Any of me. I'd like to introduce you to the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, and the Doctor."

[ooc: EDIT: OCD is Up! Come! Play! And if I appear to be slow to ping at some point, it is because my brain has melted out of my ears.]

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"Just because it is the height of fashion doesn't mean my outfit originated on Lumpaport, now, does it?" the Doctor said. "The shirt was custom tailored for me in London."

"So they like Earth clothes on Lumpaport?" he asked, confused. And why exactly was he discussing fashion?

"They do," the Doctor said. "Their fashion for the longest time was merely to run around naked."

Cameron opened his mouth, closed it again and nodded. "Okay, yeah. I guess it's an improvement. Did you introduce them to it?"

"I did," the Doctor said. "Hence why this is the height of fashion." He laughed a little.

"You did that on purpose?" Cameron couldn't help but wonder at the laugh.

"Why wouldn't I?" the Doctor asked.

"I don't know," Cameron shrugged. "That's a lot of influence to get a whole planet to dress up."

"Yes, well, if I hadn't, a particularly nasty climate shift that was ten years down the line would have killed off the entire population," the Doctor said.

"Wow," Cameron was suitably impressed. "B-... Fashion can save your life then."

"Is that suitably impressive for you?" the Doctor asked.

"I guess," Cameron said, bringing his mind off the suit. It was kind of hard considering how flashy it was. "Would you mind explaining how this whole more than one doctor thing works?"

"Ah. I take it the big-eared fellow didn't explain the concept of regeneration?" the Doctor asked.

"Or I might have zoned out," Cameron admitted sheepishly.

"Zoned out? Zoned out?!" The Doctor scoffed. "What's to stop you from failing to pay attention this time, hmmm? I'll make this quick and simple for you, then, shall I? When I die, my body regenerates itself into a new form, with a bit of a different personality, in order that I may continue to go on living."

Cameron frowned and decided that the different personality was a little more than just a 'bit'. "But you hold all his memories?"

"Most of them. Incidents like these," the Doctor gestured to the other Doctors. "End up blurred if not forgotten all together. In order to preserve the timeline, of course."

"So the Doctor here didn't remember that he actually was here eight times before?" Cameron asked.

"I would assume no," the Doctor said. "Imagine the headache that would cause."

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