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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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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Name one thing that would be ruined by summoning.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know.

[seems to think and then just shrugs]

Maybe you're right.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Oooh, say that again.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I would, but your head is big enough as is.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well if you don't want to say it, I shan't force you. It's not half so satisfying.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well then, we'll just have to wait until you're right about something else. That might take a while. Wonder if I'll still be around to see it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You'd have to die very quickly to miss it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, you'll just have to get my attention when it's coming. It really is a blink and you miss it sort of event.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Like light, and I am the sun, constantly emanating it.

[he says this with a grand sweep of his robe-clad arms. he looks a right proper Gallireyan!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes, in an attempt to appear unamused by the gesture, but he actually does laugh at that]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[mimicking Borusa's voice]

Theta Sigma, that noise is not well-suited to the Academy halls. I would advise you stifle it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[still trying to appear unimpressed, and still failing at hiding his amusement]

I think those robes have gone straight to your head.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

At least I have something there, rather than the empty fluff you choose to fill your mind with.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Empty fluff?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Studies on Earth, among other planets. Your lessons in mathematics are suffering as a result.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I like universal cultures. It's not empty fluff.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[wagging finger of discipline time]

It is secondary to your studies in the science.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I think you enjoy playing at Borusa way too much.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grinning]

I didn't even get to the bit where he lectures you on always appearing late to lessons with that other boy, with rumbled clothing and messy hair.

I hope he didn't actually notice. Would have been horribly awkward. Maybe that's why he never liked me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's still quite amused by the entire display]

Well, I'm very sorry you didn't get the chance.

If you'd like, you can keep going. You were on quite a roll.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

{I can hear you, Doctor.}

No, best I stop. My mind might get stuck that way.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't be good for anyone.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'd have to kill myself.

[shrugs are so much cooler in these robes]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'd call it a mercy killing.

[everything is cooler in those robes]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So would I.

[everything is cooler in those robes. Like everything is cooler with summoning]