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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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[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]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, we're agreed then.

[anything else that makes everything cooler?]

I think that means you're right again. Good job.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[hookers]

I told you. It's a constant thing, really.

[the Master almost asks what happened, but he decides not to]

And I'd suggest plain dress shirts. Abandon the layers thing entirely.

[he lifts an arm to indicate the robes he's wearing]

I suspect that our habit of dressing rather - shall we say - conservatively derives from these.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[oooh, what about summoning hookers in Time Lord robes?]

Or just a freak occurence?

[looks thoughtful for a moment, having very much forgotten about his earlier clothing quest]

Plain dress shirts.

[watches the Master in the robe and then moves around to go look for dress shirts]

Is that where the blame lies? I still feel a bit odd if the neckline is too low.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh, so that's what Misaki does in his spare time?]

If the neckline is low, I feel a bit... naked, really.

[those robes have scarred them]

But I think simply wearing dress shirts works. No ties. Unless you plan on getting a job, of course. Then you'll have to look professional.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[now we know. NOW WE KNOW]

It's odd, the things that stick with you.

[scarred for life. or lives, as the case may be]

I don't plan on getting a job anytime soon. I'd be very happy if I never have to get one, honestly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So you're still stealing other people's money. How entirely unsurprising.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Like I said, it's odd the things that stick with you.

[pulls out a blue dress shirt, examining it]

Yes? No? Maybe? [shrugs] I don't know.

[doesn't wait for a response before tossing it aside]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[watches, amused]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he is on a mission once again, so he does not notice your amusement. he grabs another blue dress shirt, seemingly very similar to the one he just tossed aside]

This one, I think is a yes.

[moves to examine his reflection in the mirror, holding the shirt up against his chest, scrutinizing it for a moment]

Or not.

[and it gets tossed aside as well]