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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]

Yeah? Well, I'm imagining you as one of those smaller breeds, mate. Short-hair. Yippy barks.

You could have one of those little jumpers!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

'Mate'? Did you just---oh, of course, Donna Noble, eugh. You're all wrong.

On the bright side, I'm not a disgusting mutt. In a handbag or not, I get travel. You're on a very short leash, my little mixed breed pup. What a way to spend such a short life.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with me, and there's nothing wrong with being part-human.

And being part-Donna-- well, that's not bad, either.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, on one hand, you're a hypocritical self-righteous mass murderer, and on the other hand you're an over-excitable shrieking dependant who can't carve her path in life without alien assistance.

No, not seeing the good genetics here.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And this so-called over-excitable, self-righteous "mutt" thinks you're all but asking for another smack.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, go ahead. That would be the third Doctor this week! Well, second and a half. You can't do halfs when using ordinal numbers, can you? Never mind. When I break your arm, it won't heal as quickly.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, but that's the brilliant thing, though: Torchwood's medical staff is surprisingly skilled.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! Then I won't have to hold back.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Looks as though he really wants to punt the Master across the plane, but he'll be restraining himself.]

Pleasant. Really pleasant.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Never anything but, my dear Doctor.