At the end of the maze [open]

[thatsveryhim.livejournal.com]

Hasn't it just been...so lovely and quiet on the ship? No constant jabbering and tinkering and sonick-y whinging and explosions and...no? Really? Well, that's a disappointment, it's probably been far more exciting on and off the ship than running around in an endless rat maze after...admittedly very delicious looking cheesecake.

He might have to visit the sensoriums at some point just for a vague sense of accomplishment. He's not a rat, he just likes a month or so of effort to be for some greater purpose or another...and at this point he's wiling to make that purpose 'cake' if it's between cake and 'purposefully wasting your time, sir'.

Anyway, that's about how his thoughts go when he's abruptly spit out of that endlessly looping maze and into one of Stacy's (almost vaguely now) familiar hallways. What comes out it much more to the point.

"--There wasn't even any cake!"

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[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River happened to be wandering along that very same hallway at the very same time Metacrisis was being spit out by Stacy. The result? An awkward and slightly painful crash of bodies and limbs. "Doctor!" She didn't have any other sort of name for him at this point in time, nor could she completely tell him apart from the other Ten, so it was hard to say which one she'd bumped into.

"Or not Doctor?" She gives him a questioning look when cake is mentioned, picking herself up from the floor and dusting off her clothes. "Really, I haven't had to face this conundrum of two twin Doctors since that one birthday. You simply must get a name tag or something."

She pauses to primp her wild mane of curls. "Are you alright?"

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Yo, did someone say cake?" Punchy's not been privvy to the inner workings of GLaDOS yet, although he's taken a look at her code a few times. Thus, he is completely unaware of the lack of cake. "You lost, homeboy?"