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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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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She smiles faintly] Are they your clothes?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins and seems to think this over]

More or less.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Edges over to Six's coat and tilts her head] I'm not quite sure that this'd suit you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins] That, well that was an entire lifetime ago. I don't think it much suits anyone, really. Although, he did seem to pull it off well, considering.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Chuckle] I wonder if he'll show up here someday.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be surprised. There are already an outrageous amount of Doctors running around this place.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Grin] Not that it's a bad thing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Of course it's not. Although, some people might not agree, but well, those people don't count.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

What sort of people?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

The sort with no taste.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Smirk] Sounds logical.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I think so!