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I am the fourth regeneration of the Archivist. (Or the 0th, if we're using my actual cell number rather than my Google Voice.) The nearest clothing item is either the bathrobe I'm wearing (fuzzy and purple with lavender stars on it) or a lilac cabled v-neck sweater - which I don't think is notable enough, so bathrobe it is. My mother is my companion. And my catchphrase is now either nifty, absurd, or some variation on fuck, take your pick.
(My mother has never actually seen Doctor Who. She'd have a legitimate reason for being genre-blind whenever the plot required.)
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Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.
I am the fourth regeneration of the Archivist. (Or the 0th, if we're using my actual cell number rather than my Google Voice.) The nearest clothing item is either the bathrobe I'm wearing (fuzzy and purple with lavender stars on it) or a lilac cabled v-neck sweater - which I don't think is notable enough, so bathrobe it is. My mother is my companion. And my catchphrase is now either nifty, absurd, or some variation on fuck, take your pick.
(My mother has never actually seen Doctor Who. She'd have a legitimate reason for being genre-blind whenever the plot required.)