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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]

There's always the domestic approach, yeah!

[Ah, well, isn't this awkward?] Well, that-- seems like reason enough. And the me that's with you hasn't caught on just yet, has he?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

How horribly dull.

[she's very good at making situations so] Your Eighth? Most certainly not. But then again, he never does -- you never do, I should say. It's any wonder you can function at all sometimes. [there is a certain amount of fondness in her voice! somewhere]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Only a bit. But don't tell anyone I said that, yeah?

[Grinning at her, despite the jibe.] Oh, you know me, bit thick at times -- and yet I'm still able to be absolutely brilliant and inspired. It helps that I've got someone looking out for me, eh?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Mmm, no, I promise not to.

Only a bit? [pets his cheek] I suppose I cannot argue that, no. And you do. You always will, so long as I am with you. [musing] I wonder if you could take a part of me back to your reality...

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I've got other people looking out for me, now, and I'm doing a fair bit of guarding myself. Can't say it'll ever be the same as when I was with you, though.

[trying to mask his curiosity] . . . But what are you thinking, hn?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Protecting others or not, it seems ... sad ... that you are without me. [takes his hand in hers again] Perhaps if I were to give you a piece of me, it could still exist within your reality and you could grow a new me in which to travel.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[considering this]

. . . Well, if you did, I suppose by growing it there, that part of you would adapt to the energies of that universe, right? It'd be a bit primitive, though -- I can only use what materials are available on Earth. Still, they're a bit more advanced than the Earth we're both accustomed to -- it shouldn't be so terribly clunky. . .

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am certain that version of myself would be inferior in every way to myself here, but you would not be alone, and she would be able to take you among the stars. I am certain you would be able to upgrade her easily after that.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

We wouldn't have much time together, I'm afraid. She'd be back on her own again within the blink of an eye.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You ... are that human, then? She would not live long, either, then. But it would be worth it, would it not?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Human body, Time Lord mind. Only the one life.

. . . But yeah, it would.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Then your one life should be filled with stars and freedom and companionship. Shall I bring you a piece?