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paradisalost2009-11-02 05:21 pm
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Σ001; is there a doctor in the house?
[And lo, from the grounds outside the castle comes the distinct sounds of the TARDIS’s VWORP VWORP, and a Doctor puttering around the console. A little muffled by the partially-opened door:] Well, at the very least that wasn’t a permanent dematerialization.
[And the sounds grow fainter as the Doctor exits the TARDIS to have a look around where she’s landed.] -Well. It's hardly the Grand Hotel, but then, what is these days? Depending on the days, of course. You can't be expected to judge early 19th by, oh, 45th century standards. Though it's hardly as if...
Oh dear.
[She raises a hand to her forehead.] I'm talking to myself again. I've got to stop that, next thing you know I'll be getting a cat and then there'll be nothing for it. [Siiiiiigh- oh wait, hold on. She picks up the journal.]
What's this?
[And the sounds grow fainter as the Doctor exits the TARDIS to have a look around where she’s landed.] -Well. It's hardly the Grand Hotel, but then, what is these days? Depending on the days, of course. You can't be expected to judge early 19th by, oh, 45th century standards. Though it's hardly as if...
Oh dear.
[She raises a hand to her forehead.] I'm talking to myself again. I've got to stop that, next thing you know I'll be getting a cat and then there'll be nothing for it. [Siiiiiigh- oh wait, hold on. She picks up the journal.]
What's this?
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[HOW DOES THAT FOOT TASTE, FIVE?]
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... I've ... said something wrong, haven't I. I'm sorry.
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[:|]
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[hates feeling this awkward around "himself". herself. whatever. because there are usually shared memories to fall back on, and ... that makes things a little easier. but he has no means of comparison, here, no shared experience to collectively bitch about, or laugh over.]
I'm guessing you've spoken to our Tenth, if you knew I was here...?
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At any rate, the Doctor seems to have disappeared, judging from the lack of reply. 'Sup, Five, busy sitting in her TARDIS.]
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