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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[steps aside a bit, giving him some room, and eyeballs the jacket]

Blue suede? What are you, Elvis, now?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And that's a bad thing? I quite like Elvis.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Nothin' wrong with Elvis; nice enough guy. Before the pills, anyway.

[pulling out a dark maroon corduroy jacket and handing it over]

You're no Elvis.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am definitely an Elvis.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[snorts. HOW DIGNIFIED.]

You're so not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[mildly offended]

Except for the fact that I am. I've even got all the moves.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She lets out a "HA." before she can stifle her laughter]

I will give you twenty bucks if you promise not to demonstrate.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[crosses his arms over his chest, studying Dorothy for a moment]

All right then, pay up.

[puts a hand out expectantly]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she pulls a battered wallet out of the back pocket of her jeans and slaps a twenty into his palm]

Worth every penny.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[stuffs the twenty in his pocket]

Either way, the jacket still stays.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[putting her wallet away]

I really hope you're not going to try to chat up ladies in that thing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, they'd love it. If I were one and a bloke walked up to me wearing this, I'd think it was brilliant.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing you're not a lady. I would NOT wanna see you in hose.

[going back to rummaging through the stacks]

Anyway, I'm arguably female, and if someone wearing that tried to hit on me, I'd break his nose.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Break his nose? Really? Isn't that a bit extreme?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Not for me. I do it to everybody who tries to hit on me.

[La la, looking at clothes. Is she kidding? ...not really, no.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Seriously?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

I haven't found a better deterrent yet!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, as long as it's working for you.

[and he is now rooting through the "HELL NO" pile, pulling out things he likes]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Works well enough. Thank goodness I don't have to do it too often! Don't like hitting people.

[watches him]

You really are hopeless, you know that?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I am not!

[beat]

Wait, why am I hopeless?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[nodding towards the pile he's going through]

That was my "no" pile.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[holds up a rather questionable pair of green trousers]

I sort of like these. And I thought you said green was good?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Not on pants, it's not! Anyway, those are way too short for you. And the waist is pleated. No excuse for that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[hesitates and then finally throws it back in the "HELL NO" pile]

Oh, all right.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Here, I know, go put together an outfit and then tell me why you think it's a good idea. Might help me understand what's going on in your head.