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[rule_britannia]

Well, this is just bloody brilliant.

Unless they’re lying. They could be lying. I don’t feel any different. I certainly don’t feel more sodding real than I did before… but this isn’t London. Magic, maybe? Could be. Maybe I’m dreaming. Pinching doesn’t work though so it must be one hell of a good---… Maybe I’m dead? Oh, bloody hell, what if I am dead? How the bloody fuck did that happen?!

No, no… Calm down, Arthur…

… Thinking about it, I suppose I should have expected it, if I’m honest, but who the bloody hell is going to entertain for a moment the idea that they’re fictional? The world’s always felt perfectly real to me and I… ah, bollocks… I’m not dealing with this very well...

...

I need a drink.

Comments

[icanbuyafez]

Don't worry, there are plenty more theories floating around. I mean, what does becoming real physically mean? We're probably just bleeding through from alternate universes, although how that's still possible is another question entirely.

Just the Doctor!


((OOC: fffffffffffffff. <3))

[rule_britannia]

...

Dear God.

You're the Doctor! The Doctor! Oh, bloody hell...

[icanbuyafez]

Do you know me from somewhere?

[rule_britannia]

Erm.. haha, I'm sorry, this is just very surreal.. No, we've never met, but I know of you.

[icanbuyafez]

Surreal? Yes, I see. [No, he doesn't.]

And you are?

[rule_britannia]

Arthur Kirkland. I'm--

Well, who I am isn't really important here, I suppose.

[icanbuyafez]

Good to meet you, Arthur Kirkland.

Now, why would you say that? Who you are is always important, Arthur. 900 hundred years of time and space and I've never let anyone tell someone differently!

[rule_britannia]

Discovering you're fictional does put rather a dampener on things.

Though I'd forgotten about that. You're not too much younger than I am.

[icanbuyafez]

You're older than I am? It's not every day I get to ask that question. Are you not human, then?

[rule_britannia]

... No, no, I'm not human. Not exactly.

[icanbuyafez]

Not exactly? That's interesting. Sounds like there's a story in there, somewhere.

[rule_britannia]

Ah yes.. a bloody long one. Are you suggesting that I bore you with it?

[icanbuyafez]

Well, since I don't seem to be going anywhere, I apparently have time to spare! If you'd care to share it, I certainly wouldn't mind.

[rule_britannia]

Hm. Alright, then.

[This is The Doctor.. nothing can surprise him, Arthur supposes]

I am, in layman's terms, the physical representation of England. I generally mark the day of my birth as July 12th, 927, but I was around before that, although the memories are somewhat fuzzy.

[icanbuyafez]

Britain. Really? That's fantastic! How does that work, then - the collective minds and spirit of the nation over an extended period of time coalesce and take physical form? Of course, humans always have been capable of a low level of physic ability, especially in concert - and usually unconsciously - but this is beyond anything I've ever heard of without some sort of psychic network to channel it! Perhaps the energy doesn't need channeling if it's directed that way for a long enough time. And a nation would certainly be the proper sort of ideal for this phenomenon to take place.

Then again, you sort of represent the same type of phenomenon that might have created all of us here, if they are telling the truth about us being fictional - the collective minds of people invested in an idea cause that idea to become a reality. Ooh, this is fascinating!

[rule_britannia]

No, not Britain. England specifically. As the head of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland I do take that title but I have brothers representing each separate country within it...

I should have known you of all people would bloody love this.

England. Oops, didn't read your post closely enough. Doesn't really matter.

[icanbuyafez]

Oh, sorry. England, of course.

How do you know me, then? I suppose I have spent a great deal of time with you over the years, even though I wasn't aware of it at the time. Or am I fictional where you come from?

[rule_britannia]

You hit the nail on the head, right there.

You're quite popular, in fact.

I need to make a smug doctor icon

[icanbuyafez]

Well... Why wouldn't I be?

But this really is all very fascinating. If you are England's physical representation, how do the actions of England's subjects affect you? For instance, what would happen if England went to war?

... Yes. :1

[rule_britannia]

...

It gets... uncomfortable.

[Understatement of the century. Millennium, even]

[icanbuyafez]

Oh. Well, that's rather unfortunate. Still, it could be worse, I suppose.

[rule_britannia]

Yes, yes, it can always be so much worse..

[icanbuyafez]

So, if you were fictional but you are real now, are you still the physical representation of England? I mean, are you still connected to it?

[rule_britannia]

I... I think so? I'm not sure. I don't feel any different.

But if I'm not that opens a whole other bloody can of worms in terms of immortality and the like.

Hey look, the doctor is insensitive!

[icanbuyafez]

I'll say. It's especially muddled because of the similarities between how you came to be in the first place and how we all went from fictional to real in this place. So if you are not physically connected anymore, whatever force brought us here in the first place could be making it look like you were.

How does the immortality work, then? You are here as long as England still exists? I mean, I could imagine a situation where the physical country - borders and government - ceased to exist, but there were still people who believed in you and everything you stand for. And the other way round: the country could physically be there, but nobody believes in it or has is proud to be a citizen. And are you tied just to the people, or to the land too? What happens if someone physically attacks you?