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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.

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why thank you, Doctor. That's very sweet of you.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

See? There you go. Point made.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, and I agree with it. So?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Sighing] Right, yeah, nevermind.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good!

[hair ruffle. No, what was that you said about personal space?]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[a;lskdj;a Smacking his hand away again. DX]

Oi, watch it, I said!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

But it's fun to watch you freak out!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Running a hand through his hair, trying to fix it. D8]

Oh, now I really feel sorry for the Doctor that's stuck with you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He's not unhappy! He can travel, after all.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Oh, ow.]

Still as cheeky as ever, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Rude and not ginger, that's me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, the similarities. They're astounding.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You look quite astounded.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I assure you, I am. Good and truly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, i can tell. Your facial expression says it all.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, an open book, that's me. One of my few faults.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Right up there with vengeful rages and bad hair.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Because he totally has his priorities straight--]

What's wrong with my hair?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why must you always put so much gel into it? Is it that important that it sticks up all wildly?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I happen to like it this way, thanks. 'S better than-- whatever it is you've got going on. "Receding hairline"?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

My hair is fine, actually. Yours is just... disgusting. I liked your Fifth's much better.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Strange sort of bias to have, there, mate.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not really. It looks nice with the black.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I didn't wear--

. . . No, you said my fifth self wears black here, eh?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Very good, you can listen! Have a gold star. Now, Doctor, can you remember what is different about your Ninth?