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doctor who (dm) the tenth doctor (human)

006

[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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Ace might just be a stranger name for a Time Lord then Doctor [Makes a face at him, because it's always fun to rag the Professor about something. But then she grins - she's just starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, she will make it though the Academy and the idea of it is exhilarating.]

Just wait until I have my own TARDIS. Talk about terrifying for everyone else.

[She looks down at the hat in her hand.]

Long, but not all bad, eh Professor?

Oi! Doctor is perfectly respectable, although I can't deny the strangeness of Ace. Or will you be "The Ace"?

[grins because this is fun and he's missed it]

I don't think the universe is quite ready for that. A warning should be issued, or somthing.

[his smile turns a little more nostalgic]

Some of it was quite good.

Oh please, like I've ever had the need for titles. It's just Ace, thank you much.

[She's missed it just as much]

Do I warrant the colour mauve, or something a little less of a warning?

Good? Some of it was brilliant! [She reaches out and touches his nose with her finger.]

Of course it is.

Oh, the brightest most terrifying shade you can imagine. You warrant no less, in my opinion.

[tries to look mock stern at the gesture, but he still can't help grinning]

I suppose, it was, yeah.

I'd be disappointed if you said anything else. I deserve the biggest, brights mauve warning in the galaxies.

[She looks at the multi-coloured jacket on the ground near her. It's really even worse then the question marks on the vest.]

Well, maybe there are colours brighter and scarier then the one I deserve. Do you really ever wear that, Professor?

[grins a little brighter and moves towards the jacket]

Well that, that was a questionable choice, I'll admit. I blame it on youth. Regeneration before we met. He was quite fond of the thing.

I should thank you for waiting until you were out of that stage to pick me up.

[Tilts her head, curious.]

Would I have liked that you?

I hope so.

You two probably would've argued like mad, I think. [grins, teasing] Then again, you do enjoy arguing so we won't hold that against him.

Who me? Argue? When have I ever? [Mock stern face doesn't last long, and she's breaking out in laughter.]

I think I'd get along with any of you, at least now. Not so sure about a few years ago, but I'm learning more about this whole regeneration still being you thing.

Used to scare the hell out of me, you know?

I must've been thinking of some other girl. My apologies.

It is a bit of an adjustment. You get used to one face and one voice and one personality and then...well, it is an adjustment.

But, you know it's still me now. You know there are about five other Doctors roaming around here last I checked as well.

You must have - I'm always docile, and do what I'm told no matter what. [snorts]

Guess I just might figure out what it's like first hand, someday. Was it weirdest the first time?

I heard there were a few around - haven't run into any yet.

Oh, of course. Never an argument out of you.

It's - well, I'm not sure how to put it, I think it's different for everyone. Some people it's terrifying, exciting, or just like changing your wardrobe. It all depends on the person.

Well, there are two who look like me. One that came before meeting you, and one who I'm guessing is right where you are now. And one right before me.

Never an argument, never a can of Nitro I wasn't meant to be carrying. [That old knapsack is stored safely in the corner of her room on Gallifrey. She hasn't touched it in months but all of a sudden she misses it]

I can't imagine it'd be so easy as changing clothes - I've grown quite attached to this look of mine.

My Professor is still the one I first met. He - you - hasn't regenerated yet. But something's coming, isn't it? Changes, even on Gallifrey there's signs.

[Shakes here head] No, don't answer that. I don't think I'm meant to know yet.

Never ever. You were always so mild mannered.

Like I said, for some it is, for some it's not. I always found it a bit difficult to say goodbye too, but then you get up and you have this new face and you fall in love with the new person you become as well.

[studies her for a moment, and does want to say something, but he stops himself]

So, how is Gallifrey treating you?

[thoughtfully] You really do, don't you? Love yourself, I mean. I never... growing up I never got that. Not until I met you.

[It's a little too much sentiment, even for this more grown up and maturing Ace. She throws up a tiny bit of a barrier, reverting to her usual bluster.]

It's a'right, I guess. Classes are more interesting then I thought they'd be, and I seem t' be holding my own well enough. Your mate Romana's had me up for tea a time or three and there's a few other student's I've been able to talk to a little. As for the rest of 'em... [shrugs]

[he studies her for a moment, but decides to let it go and not push]

Romana! She's here as well. How are you two getting on?

I had a few mates I stuck close to at the Academy as well. The rest, well...[shrugs also]

[Maybe it's the six months away from the Professor or the time on Gallifrey, but for some reason she feels like she and this regeneration of her Professor are more alike then ever.]

She's better one the doors are closed and she can relax a bit - when we met at the Academy or anywhere in the Citadel she's all Madame President-y. I can't ever see us being best mates, but it's nice to have someone to talk to that's know like outside Gallifrey.

That's good. Having someone around like that will help to keep you sane.

[might look a little nostalgic for a moment]

And despite some of the faults, Gallifrey is gorgeous, isn't it?

[and just as soon as it comes he switches his attention to a velvet coat]

Haven't seen this in years.

[She's relieved at the distraction of the close, and more then willing to take a break from the serious tone of conversation.

Ace plucks the velvet coat away from him and shakes her head]

No. Really, it's just... no. The TARDIS should know better then to keep things like this where you can get to them. Don't you own any normal clothes?

[She digs through the scattered clothing and emerges victorious with a Sex Pistols t-shirt and light weight black coat.]

This is more like it, mate.

OOC: Damn, but I was more tired then I thought last night. Sorry for the crap grammar and confusion of that last post.

Hold up, I love that -

[stops short as she emerges with these new clothes]

You think I'm a punk now! Maybe I should complete the look, mohawk and everything. [a sweeping motion over his head to illustrate]

OOC: No worries, I knew what you were talking about. I get those nights, too.

[Rolls her eyes, looking rather amused.]

I think you've already got the hair, Professor. It is rather... poofy. [She reaches up and touches a lock, amused when it springs back into place]

Besides, punks don't need mohawks. I never had one. But with the look of you now, being all skinny and young...

Poofy!

[his eyes watch his hair as best as eyes can]

Although, I would make a brilliant punk.

[takes the coat from her and tries it on]

Nearly got to see Ian Dury in '79. Of course, I got the coordinates a bit wrong and found myself in 1879, instead. Queen Victoria isn't nearly as much of a laugh. There was a werewolf though, that was fun. Well, when I say fun I don't mean fun, but, well it was a bit fun.

[Hums] I could be a lawyer with strategems and ruses / I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises...

Tough call, between punk concert and werewolfs. I'd have to flip a coin.

[hums along] I could be a writer with a growing reputation / I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station.

Well, the TARDIS is always good at making those sort of tough calls for us.

She is rather good at that, isn't she? Course she might have let you go to the concert if you had promised to take her along.

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