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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[This is completely and utterly maddening. One day, the weird blue thing is sitting under a tree, the next day, it's gone. Then she finds it snug against the castle walls, like it had always been there. Then it's gone again and she only happens upon it when she was passing by the duck pond (it seems to have a rather nice view too).

And today, it's just sitting in the middle of the lawn, sticking out like a sore (blue) thumb. She glares at it for a few minutes, before turning and heading out the door. She's gonna find out what the hell that thing is today - even though the last time she tried something like that, she ended up on some EXTREME odd game show.]

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[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[going from staring at the room to looking at her like YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS??]

A what?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

A bad, cliched movie about aliens invading the Earth or whatever.

[heading up the ramp towards the glowing control panel in the middle]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[...another string of words that he does not grasp... at all. Just great. But he follows anyway]

Where are you going? Should we really be in here?

[and not in the "we're not allowed" kind of way. more of the "something horrible is going to happen" kind of way]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Probably not. [having a giant mecha wolf helps with the confidence thing. Try it sometime.

Staring at all the knick knacks and switches on the control panel.]

It's like somebody searched through a dump to find all the stuff with movable parts, and then stuck them together.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[he looks at the panel for a minute, but his attention is drifting elsewhere. Don't mind him as he wanders away, looking for how big this place really is, see where it goes...]

What do you think it is?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[doesn't see anything useful - or intelligible - on the screen, so she follows after you]

...It's not a blue wooden box.

[is a helper, obvsly]

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

[there were hallways branching off from the main room, corridors that seemed to twist and turn until it was hard to remember exactly where you'd been a few minutes before, or what direction you were facing, now.

The first few rooms they'd pass, if they chose to peek inside, were surprisingly normal...sparsely decorated quarters set up for guests. But as they made their way deeper in, the look began to change, and the rooms were getting decidedly stranger (as if rooms in a telephone box weren't strange enough). Leaving the living quarters, one of the next doors they'd open would reveal what seemed to be a giant, walk-in closet. It was filled with clothes...hundreds upon hundreds of outfits. And the variety. There were things from an incredible number of time periods and worlds, from recognizable trends to things so strange that you would only guess they were meant to be worn by association.

Most of the outfits were meant for men, but there were several rows of women's clothing as well.

It was like a theater's dream room, come to life... all the costumes you could ever want for any number of settings.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[a frown at the twisty corridors, but then she spies something absolutely horrible.]

...Is that a fez?

[unless there are preserved celery sticks somewhere?]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

A what? [leaving the sequined monstrosity he was inspecting to come over and see what she was looking at. ...Really, what was a point of a hat so small?]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

A fez. [makes a face, and takes in the rest of the costumes] Who the hell lives here?

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

That would be me, actually.

[popping from among the racks(Rassilon only knows where he'd come from), the Doctor strode into site, hands in the pockets of his suit jacket]

She's quite cozy, actually, though apparently she's getting a bit lax with the door latch. [reaching up to stroke his chin in almost feigned concern] I should probably see about that. Can't just have anyone who wants to wandering about the place.... why... you never know who'd pop up? And while I'm all for a bit of the unexpected it can be a bit...well... problematic.

[It's only then that he actually turns to face them, focusing on the two teens with a bit of a frown] So then. Out with it. Who are you?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[oh look. A babbling old guy.]

Then get a guard dog or something.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[yeah, what she said]

Who are you?

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

Oi! What's this for manners? You don't find me popping into your home and demanding answers from you, now do you? [not that it would be entirely out of the realm of possibility, though]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Sorry we didn't realize people actually live in blue sheds.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

It was in the middle of the lawn. And the door opened.

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

[there's a bit of an indignant squawk at that, his jaw dropping a bit at the TARDIS being described as a blue shed, before his brow furrows at them both]

You humans! That's dimensionally transcendental police box, thank you very much. Blue shed, indeed.

And I'll be seeing to that lock first thing, if you're the sort who're going to be wandering about in here. And people say I'm rude.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

So what, you're some sort of space police?

[which might explain the costumes, if they're for going undercover]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

--And not human? [eyes him]

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

Oh, definitely not human. [he answers Zuko first, his answer unabashedly proud of this fact]

And...I suppose you could say that...you could do. Space police. Except, I don't really police things so much as fix them. I'm the Doctor, you see.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[/The/ doctor? That wording sounds weirdly familiar.

frowns though]

...Do you get thirsty frequently? [trying to subtly look for an exit. Yaay high school event flashbacks.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[something inhuman that 'fixes' things? Yeah, sure, that doesn't sound ominous at all. ...Natsuki's question doesn't help either]

'Fix' them how?

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

Thirsty? [he's clever. He's very, very clever. But that still manages to catch him off guard. The look he's giving Natsuki is very akin to the look you give a mildly unbalanced person. What kind of question is that, anyway?]

Thirsty? I suppose I do sometimes, yeah. Though frequently? I wouldn't say frequently.

[and then Zuko gets a slightly exasperated look] By making them better. There's not exactly a catchall button for every crisis in the universe, you know. It's a bit more diverse than something I could put into a nice, neat little summary.

{a pause] Though that would be handy, wouldn't it? And I suppose I shouldn't say there isn't a button. Handy things, buttons. You never know where you'll find one or what, exactly, they'll do.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

So you're an alien do-gooder who flies across the universe, fixing everybody's problems.

[can you feel the sarcasm?]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[just... crosses his arms. This expression should speak enough for him]