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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh, this. This. Is. Gorgeous.

No, really, I mean it. I've seen a lot of things -- more things that you'd think I ever would, given my youthful and altogether handsome appearance, -- but this place. Brilliant! So flash! So shiny! Well, they're stars, how could they not be shiny? Although, strictly speaking, stars are more luminous than shiny. But you can't use luminous in an interjection. Too many syllables. Can't be spouting off exclamations of surprise if it takes more than a second. Wouldn't really be surprised, then -- it'd sound too premeditated to be genuine.

So! The shop's the gateway, yeah? Never seen it before today, and I'd figured I'd gotten used to this version of London by now. Still, always did like a little shop, but it feels a bit wrong that it'd be used for sinister purposes like this -- after all, I can't really see this as being positive, the whole kidnapping and displacing thing. I guess you really can't ever trust a salesman. Or a saleswoman. Or a salestwin, as the case might be.

But right, anyway! Sinister little shop leading to a mysterious planetarium taken to an extreme scale? I might be new to this universe, still, but I'm reasonably sure this wouldn't be considered normal.

Now, who wants to offer an explanation before I call for back-up? And you might want to be quick about it -- I like calling for back-up.

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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, it feels like it's been ages since I--

No, right, wait. Sorry. What d'you mean "forget this place"? Might be a bit new to the world, but I think I'd remember some place like this.

Re: 2/2

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[RANDOM HUG but Donna is cool with this and hugs back]

There's sort of a few of you running around. I'm starting to think there's some Doctor tree no one's telling me about and you're all just falling off like apples.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, no, no, see. Remember? Unique? One-of-a-kind, that's me! Just me and-- well, the other me. But still, just me!

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Sorry. What's so different about you? You look like the other two... [now she just starts prodding him and looking in his eyes and touching his chest and-- OH HAY THERE] ...Oh my god! You're...oh my god!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Letting her go about with the prodding, but will be giving her a strange look when he notices that this seems new to her.]

Yeah, Donna. Just the one.

. . . You don't remember, do you?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

No. I don't...I don't know you yet. [and somehow that makes her feel really bad] Sorry.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[That'll make two of them.]

. . . Ah. Right. Spoilers.

. . . Mum's the word, then.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, spoilers or no spoilers, we're mates in the future, yeah? Well we're going to be mates now, too.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah? No fussing? Just that easy?

-- Well. No complaints from me, then.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Oi, now, I didn't say no fussing at all, did I?

[pokes him a bit] You're explaining it to me one day. But the other you wasn't doing so well the other day, so I'm giving you lot a day off. That's it. [and then he gets another hug. THE LAST TEN MADE HER EMO, OKAY]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Donna. D8 Hugging her back.]

. . . If that other me's the one I'm assuming it is, and if what I think happened did happen, then I don't blame him.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[hits him lightly on the back]

You all do that mysterious talking about things sometimes. Bloody annoying.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Pulling away]

Can't help it if we like perpetuating the Time Lord mystique, can we?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[rolls her eyes]

'Time Lord Mystique' sounds like some grubby cologne line.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, could be! Could make you a mint if you marketed it.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I think I'll copyright that. I could use some spending money.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! Be sure to credit me for the idea.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Copyright Donna Noble, concept design by the Doctor?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And do a I get a modest percentage of the profits?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

You might. I could cut you in at maaaaybe 40%? Only because we're mates.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Forty percent? Well, that's certainly a whole lot more than I was expecting. I would've expected twenty-five at the most.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

That's only if it sells very well. If it bombs, you get ten percent and that's it.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Better work on that marketing, then.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I'll put you on that task. You can think up a catchy slogan.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

"Time Lord Mystique: Unlock the secret of time"?