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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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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'd hope not, we just arrived. Even if there's not plenty to do, relaxation and leisure would still be nice.

[sits down across from the Doctor]

Does he? Course I wouldn't mind. What brought all that about?

[isn't it ALWAYS bendy time?]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. Everything that's been going on. Finally got the TARDIS retrieval system working again after that last incident. Can't tell you how long that took to repair. I mean, I genuinely can't tell you. I think it might've taken a few hours, but for all I know it could've been a few days.

[sniffs]

Well, he said he wanted to go traveling and he repaired that little vortex hopper. Can't have him roaming all on his own, think of the trouble he'll get into!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

When did you do all that? I'm hoping it was only hours, can't imagine how I'd have missed you doing all that for days. [shrugs] Still, I suppose it's not beyond the realm of possibility.

[scratches the back of his neck]

Can't blame him for that. You should give him more credit though, he wouldn't really go along creating trouble if he was allowed to use that vortex manipulator.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

If it fell out of his hands and into the hands of some archeologist---River aside, they're all just trouble. No, no, River included, they're all trouble!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Do you really think he'd let that happen?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Do you think after a couple of shots of hypervodka he'd really be able to remember if he did?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

He managed to keep the thing secure for years before we met him. What makes him so incapable of keeping a handle on it now?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well...

[shrugs, then grins]

It's more fun to travel with company, anyway.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[lets it drop]

Always is.

So where do you intend on going after we pick Jack up?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I don't know! I thought we could hit the randomizer and see where we end up.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins]

That's more like it. It's strange, all this carrying around currency.

[looks around]

I'm famished. Is it like a buffet or do we need to wait around for someone to spot us?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, thought I'd be prepared.

[looks around]

You know, I'm not sure. Oi! [waves at someone, who continues ignoring them]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Something new you're trying out?

[looks over at the someone who is ignoring them]

Maybe the kitchen's closed? Did we get here too late?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Odd. It's still only first sunset.

[hops out of his seat and heads over to the waiter. The waiter points at a sign--'room service ONLY after first sunset'.]

Ah.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks to where the waiter is pointing and goes over to the Doctor]

Should we just head back to our rooms and get some rest then, meet up in the morning?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that should be all right.

[pulls out the bills he was going to pay for dinner with]

Go on and order yourself that room service. Can't have you getting skinnier, people will think I'm neglecting you. [teasing smile]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm not that skinny.

[takes half the bills and hands the rest back to the Doctor]

I can't take all of it. You'll need to pay for yourself, too.

Oh, is the TARDIS still where you left her? I'll pop in and grab a change of clothes after I order something to eat.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yep.

Actually do you---

[checks his pockets, fishes out a key]

In case I'm not around the next time you need to go in.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[takes the key]

Oh, right. Was wondering when you'd get around to this part. Hope you weren't expecting me to make a big production of it.

[puts it in his pocket]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[sniffs, looks away]

Do we...hug now? Or something?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he'll just stare at you like you've lost your mind now]

What?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Rose and Martha thought it was the right moment.

But, then again, you're part Donna.

[right, let's walk away from this situation, shall we?]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[now he just continues staring at you]

I could hit you, too. Donna was quite good at that.

[still staring at you in disbelief]

You really want me to hug you for giving me a key? Honestly?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[waves it off]

It was only a question! Blimey!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[gives the Doctor a look]

A daft one.