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[This time, the recording starts with a long, drawn out sigh. Then, surprisingly, it's still Merlin's voice that rattles off the voicemail in tones of long-suffering.]

Hello, you've reached King Arthur Pr--Pendragon. He isn't here to answer your call because he's incredibly important and busy. If you leave a message here with me, I'll make sure he gets it because I am a good servant--and friend-- [he adds the last bit in a rush, accompanied with a thwap!, an 'ow!' and an 'I heard that,' then forces the rest of the words out through gritted teeth] and will do anything my master asks of me.

[A couple seconds pass, then Merlin speaks again, this time sounding a bit further away, like he isn't speaking into the bracelet anymore.] There, happy now? If you ask me, the other one is still better-- Shut up, Merlin. It's time to do yours next. Wait, what --

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[Six's voice is resigned, and he thinks he's contacting his Eighth self.]

He's still missing, as far as I can tell.

How long should we keep looking before we tell everyone else he's gone? We can't keep this up forever.

[ Arthur embarrassed himself enough yesterday at the start of this mess to know outright this message isn't intended for him. The voice isn't one he knows and a quick check only reads The Doctor, which really doesn't tell him much of anything at all. ]

There was a time, once, before I knew of whom you lot were, that I told Rose Tyler we should seek out all eleven Doctors to keep you all on hand in one place.

[ It's said lightly, fond if only for Rose and resigned if only because so many have come and gone between now and then. ]

I'm beginning to wonder if there isn't meant to be only one of you at any given time. Easier to keep track of, harder to lose. [ Eleven, still? ] Which one would you be, then?

[He's taken aback only briefly--and a quick check of his bracelet reveals he's talking to Arthur Pendragon. Well then.]

Did you indeed?

I happen to be the one who appreciates a bit of color in my wardrobe. Alternately, I go by the number of 'six.'

[ He only hums quietly in confirmation of the first question. Ah, Rose. ]

Six. [ A beat. ] You all do tend to dress very differently, don't you?

[ Not that that's ... even ... a little bit important, priorities Arthur. ]

Eleven is still unaccounted for, I take it?

Of course we do; our tastes differ rather broadly. Although... I suppose it could be argued that my Eighth and Ninth self dress rather alike.

[And he has wondered more than once just how that came to happen... but no matter.]

Thus far, yes. I'm beginning to suspect he's gone home... with abysmal timing, of course.

Gone home the moment the city is free of Thiazi's frozen grasp -

[ It could be worse. They could be in the middle of a battle where he's direly needed.

It's not a comfort. Not in the least. ]

Have you all checked the bracelet's directory for his name?

Possibly. I have no real way of keeping track of him; he could well have vanished before the fighting even began, if he's vanished at all.

[It's really annoying, you have no idea.]

Of course we did! It was the first place I looked. But with this infernal [Brief burst of static.] --cking up the comms system, there's no way to be absolutely certain that the directory is still accurate.

] Well. Bless you, Doctor. ]

A fair enough evaluation. I've alerted my men to his disappearance, they should still be searching, but - well, it is rather as you said. The problem may yet correct itself before fin one across him.

[ And if his name is still missing then - ]

I certainly hope it does.

[They've suffered enough losses of late; he doesn't want to see another one happen, even if it would make his personal life a tad easier.

Something of a relieved sigh, though it's more tired than anything else.]

Thank you. Though I did not intend to contact you initially, I am very glad it happened after all.

[ Arthur matches that sigh readily; we do so heartily agree with exhaustion. ]

Please, Doctor, there is no need to thank me by any means. All we have is each other in this realm, this is quite literally the least I could do for you. I only wish we could have made our acquaintance under better circumstances.

Frankly, considering what the circumstances have been of late, this is probably the best meeting we could have hoped for.

[No death, relatively little awkwardness... not bad at all, really.]

Do be certain to contact me if you find him, Arthur.

[...ok, no matter what else is happening, he can't stop himself from grinning broadly at that; good thing this is voice. He's talking to King Aurthur, in all probability. How fabulous is that?]

You have my word.

[ Cheers, Six. :') ]

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[voice] Day 309 - Misfire

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Oh my god, I am so sorry for my phone's stupid bullshit in that last tag ...

LOL i was wondering

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