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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look who it is. Not bustling, not running around, not talking. Just quietly there.]

[He's been scarce on the Plane lately, his current situation making him anything but social. As it is, he's here now, staring at the post he has on the Plane, waiting for a promised letter. Feel free to interrupt.]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[face falls a little]

All right. Um...Fredro 3. Whole planet's half desert, half ocean. The entire equator is one vast beach. We can go around the 67th century, the resorts are fantastic.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Good.

[crosses his arms over his chest and looks down then back up at the Doctor]

Save the Leisure Hills for when you'll actually enjoy them.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Right.

[stretches dramatically, then nods]

Right, let's go.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Now? You mean you'll stop waiting around here for whatever it is you're waiting for.

[actual genuine smile, because, hey maybe the Doctor might just let this go]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Of course! Can't miss sun and surf. And those little cinema houses they built up along the equator, with the ice planet ice cream! Definitely what we need.

Meet you back at the TARDIS?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and just as quickly the smile falls]

Or we could go now. But we won't will we?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

We can go now.

[considers]

Should I offer you my hand...?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Don't treat me like a child! I know what you're doing.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[this look is a look of pure innocence]

Taking you to the beach? Well, us. I could use a holiday, too.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[this look is a look of pure disappointment]

I can't ask you to just leave it, can I?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Can't just ask you to trust me, can I?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What does it matter if I trust you or not? You just go off and do what pleases you anyway.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[frustrated now]

I can always stay here and wait for the post.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Like you're not going to anyway? "Meet you back at the TARDIS?" I'm not stupid.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[irritated] Fine.

[drops off the Plane. Cue the sound of the TARDIS engines, and the Doctor sticking his head out the door]

I can't even get a little faith from you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You've gotten more than a little faith, I think.

[gives the Doctor a glare and gets in]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[shuts the door and fires up the engine]

You didn't have to lie for me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's not worth worrying about.

[walks around, leaning on the opposite side of console, putting on a fake cheerful tone]

So have you got cash or are we going to have to hope to find some sort of cash machine? Resorts usually aren't free.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I've actually got some cash from that section of the galaxy. A few twenty-nog notes should take care of anything we might need.

[pulls out a fistful of cash and hands it over to Handy]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You have cash?

[looks at the cash]

When did you start actually carrying around cash?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

When I decided I wanted to go to that part of the universe. Always best to be at least somewhat prepared.

[ding!]

We're here!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

"Always best to be at least somewhat prepared"? Since when?

[puzzled but looks up at the ding, his tone still a little confused]

Right. We're here.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor hops to the door, and the TARDIS is parked on a very lovely patio of a resort sitting smack dab at the edge of the largest beach in the universe. Half of the planet is entirely ocean and half is entirely desert and it is always warm and beautiful.]

Not bad. Not bad at all.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[forgets his earlier concern and walks out and stands on the patio, marveling at the sight in front of him]

Oh, that's just, that's brilliant!

[turns towards the Doctor]

Thank you.

[and back towards leaning over the patio railing, staring down at the beach below]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[when he looks away, the Doctor drops his pretense of happiness, giving himself a moment before going back to how he was]

I'll head in, book us the rooms. I'll make sure we get the ones with the telescopes to see the starlight. No clouds in the sky, ever, so it's always a perfect night for stargazing.