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ten_fwd2015-02-16 11:51 pm
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The Doctor will See You Now....
Three flips of a lever and one environment check later, the Eleventh Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS straight into what looked like a cargo bay of a very large spaceship. Which was not supposed to be what happened at all. He was supposed to be going to Arcateen V. The Butterfly People have a very lovely spring festival that was supposed to be taking place now, and after the mess of Trenzalore, and the Great Intelligence, he could use a very lovely Spring Festival.
But this was most certainly not Aracteen V. This was a cargo bay. A very, unspringlike cargo bay. How Disappointing. He turned to go back inside his ship, and found the doors to be locked. He huffed out an irritated sound and leaned against the doors. Just what he needed. A temperamental TARDIS.
Well, usually when she got like this, there had to be a reason he was where he was. There was always a reason.
After checking for his screwdriver, which he had safely tucked in his pocket with his So he went off in search of someone who could tell him where and when exactly he was. Thanks to his basic knowledge of how humans constructed things and a little bit of exploring he found himself at the door of Ten Forward.
One deep breath and straightening of his bow tie, the one with the vines, it was his favorite combination with the purple frock coat, he stepped through the door and looked around. A bar. Well, that was a bit anti climactic.
Ah well, Geronimo.
But this was most certainly not Aracteen V. This was a cargo bay. A very, unspringlike cargo bay. How Disappointing. He turned to go back inside his ship, and found the doors to be locked. He huffed out an irritated sound and leaned against the doors. Just what he needed. A temperamental TARDIS.
Well, usually when she got like this, there had to be a reason he was where he was. There was always a reason.
After checking for his screwdriver, which he had safely tucked in his pocket with his So he went off in search of someone who could tell him where and when exactly he was. Thanks to his basic knowledge of how humans constructed things and a little bit of exploring he found himself at the door of Ten Forward.
One deep breath and straightening of his bow tie, the one with the vines, it was his favorite combination with the purple frock coat, he stepped through the door and looked around. A bar. Well, that was a bit anti climactic.
Ah well, Geronimo.
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There were plenty of things to talk about with a future incarnation of an old friend. Some of them didn't even break the timeline all that much.
Jack tilted his head to one side with an appraising, flirtatious look, his smile sly.
"I think I like it better with that hair," he said, after a dramatic pause for consideration.
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His eighth self had a lot of major hair changes. He liked to think that this hair with the flop, was much better than anything his eighth self could come up with.
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It was, indeed, good hair, the hair with the flop, though he didn't know that was what the Doctor called it. "The other hair's a little over the top." He said it with a cheeky twitch in his mouth and a sparkle in his eyes that spoke of a certain fondness, even for the over the top version.
He'd appreciate the Doctor whichever version it was, whatever he wore. But that wasn't anything about to be said out loud. Instead, Jack waved a hand.
"So has anyone actually told you anything about this place?"
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The strangest part of all this was that most of this information came from another one of himself, but that wasn't really that unusual for the Doctor.
""How long have you been here?"