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[cloakand_danger]

[And once again, it is noon on meeting day in Patrol headquarters. There's a big open meeting room space, tables in the middle, a projector on the ceiling, computers in the walls. It is shiny, high-tech, clean, and full of a lot more people than last time. Yuan is already here before anyone else arrives, getting papers laid out and shuffled around. He seems tense, but satisfied. Things are finally coming together.]

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Comments

[cloakand_danger]

[Is that...Ino? Yuan will sidle over.]

...Loss?

[ino]

Uh-huh. [can you tell she's disgruntled sldkfjsdf] What a pain ...

[cloakand_danger]

[He shakes his head. Oh, the castle's sense of humor.]

At least you still look like yourself. I woke up as Zivilyn recently.

[ino]

Zivilyn?

[cloakand_danger]

A name the Eleventh Doctor chose for himself. It's better than referring to them by numbers.

[ino]

Ohhhh. Yeah, that makes sense, I just didn't know what it was. [a pause] I think I was reading about that, actually.

[cloakand_danger]

Not exactly counted among my finest moments. Although I won't soon forget learning what time feels like.

[ino]

... What it feels like?

[cloakand_danger]

Yes. It's...hard to describe, but apparently Time Lords can sense the flows of time around them.

[ino]

... Huh. That would be kinda weird.

[cloakand_danger]

To say the least. Although apparently having my magic was equally strange for him.

[ino]

Well, it would be pretty weird to be able to do that stuff out of nowhere. Hopefully he didn't hurt anyone?