01; The days come to you like sailors [You watch them as they drift away]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[He appears on the plane and instantly spins around, startled and instantly confused. This isn't where he was a moment ago and it certainly isn't where he was expecting to go.

He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and holds it aloft, testing for...well, anything recognizable. That failing, he opts for a more conventional tactic.]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

[It's going to be a very long day.]

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I always was rather fond of the Brigadier.

[frowns] They all do, to a certain extent, though only one is what might be considered my 'true' face. It is still ... odd ... for me to walk about in this way, though I've been doing so for some time. I do not feel quite as confined, however, and the dull ache from the divergent universe's lack of time does not hurt so much.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, I like being able to have a proper conversation with you.

[smiles]

Pick what makes you most comfortable. As long as there's still a blue police box in you, that's all that matters to me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And I you.

[smiles back and pets his hand fondly] I shall, and there will. I'm quite fond of the shape, myself, and have no intention of changing it any time soon. Especially if it pleases you so.