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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[Lucy appears on the Plane, bed and closet in tow. she's currently folding some clothes neatly into a designer luggage set, humming quietly to herself and sort of bouncing on her toes while she works. the TARDIS was being annoying again -- really, she couldn't very well do anything when the horrible machine kept closing the closet doors on her (when she was in it) -- so she's opted to do her work on the Plane. makes it easier to transport, anyway, since she intends on some of these clothes going to the Fortress of Awesome. she also has some curtains and such set aside to make the Fortress a bit more homey. it's sort of what she does. there may or may not also be a smaller travelling bag sitting off to the side, still empty, but she's been eyeing it as she packs]

I really do need to make another shopping run. It's all just the same clothes as usual. How terribly dull.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What do we have here? Curtains?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Yes. I thought Harry and his other Self's Fortress could use a more ... feminine touch. Are you a master of interior design now and come to give me advice?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Nope. Interior design is not my sort of pasttime.

[idly scratches the back of his head]

So you've moved into their...abode?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Not on a permanent basis, no, but I've been invited to stay as I wish, and it's a nice change of pace from this stupid machine. [frowns] The Doctor said he'd say something, but it still keeps trying to lock me out of rooms and fights with me when I want something. It'll be nice not to have that headache sometimes.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, that makes sense, I suppose. You'll need somewhere that the Master can keep an eye on you.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, why are you packing here?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Because the Doctor's TARDIS still doesn't like me and seems to enjoy trapping me in the closet when I go to grab something. It's just easier here.

[madamemoiselle]

{Makes a sour face} Ne, that thing again? I'm really sorry for you. I know that the TARDIS is really terrible. I don't know how anyone can like it at all.

{Nods, but then smiles} Ne, but if you need to go shopping, you definitely should! Shopping for new clothes is a lot of fun.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Neither can I. I suppose it has its uses, but really, the way the Doctor dotes on it is frightful.

I've been wanting to for a while yet, but everything's been so busy, I haven't had a proper chance. I do so love getting myself a new suit or some pumps.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Hello! Do you need some help with those?

[Apparently somebody is bored! Bored, or just extraordinarily helpful. And curious. Or maybe all three!]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Help? No, I don't suppose I do, but you're welcome to if you'd like.

[looks her over] Are you new here?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Yes, miss. Relatively, I s'pose. I like it very much here, so far, there are lots of people to talk to, but not a lot of things to do, and you know what they say about idle hands. I prefer to keep busy, y'see.

[She picks up some clothing and very meticulously and carefully folds it, as easily as if she's been doing exactly this for a hundred years. Which she has, really.] Taking a trip, miss? If you don't mind me asking.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Some people are nicer to talk to than others, but it is rather nice here.

[smiles faintly, then goes back to folding with her] Not quite, no. My husband and his past self have a fortress here on the Plane. I'm just moving some of my wardrobe over there for easier access.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[spotting the bed] Oh, Lucy, as much as I appreciate the idea, I really don't think this is the place.

[wraps his arms around her and kisses her in a rather passionate, Average-Time-Lord-Traumatising manner, and then pulls back, glancing over]

Tell me you're not packing for that visit to the planet the Doctor wants to take you to.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[is swept up into the kiss! and comes away breathless and giggling] Oh Harry, you jest so. Though I agree, this is hardly the place.

[fixes her hair, going back to folding] Oh goodness no, Harry. These are for the Fortress you and the Master have here. I thought I'd bring some things from that horrible machine here for easy access. And some curtains. The Fortress could use a nicer touch.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins] That is true. The problem with creating metal is that we couldn't create any really nice furnishings. Though it was nice to get those rugs in. Authentic ancient Persian carpets, in prime condition.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Should I bring some of the couches and chairs the Doctor has lying around this ship? I doubt he'd miss them and they'd be so comfortable in the Fortress. When did you get those, though? I don't remember.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I can always appreciate attention to ones wardrobe.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

A lady of your obvious breeding, I'm not surprised. It is so difficult to find a nice set of clothing when one travels about with the Doctor, though.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

As I have not traveled with him, I will admit I have never considered the difficulties.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Aren't you lucky, then? I would rather not have to travel with him, to be entirely honest.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Going somewhere?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sniffs] Even if I were, I don't see how it's any concern of yours.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No it's not, is it?

[Inspects her belongings.]

Still, items all over the place, it is a bit of a conversation starter.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I suppose. If you really must know, I'm just moving some thing into my husband's Fortress here on the Plane. I thought it would be nice to have something handy for when I'm here, and it could use a woman's touch.