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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[there is a Brigadier on the Plane and he is ... talking ... to himself? or so it seems. he's off to a relatively remote area, not bothering anyone, and seemingly holding a conversation with someone who isn't there]

Right, lad, carry on then. There's a good chap. What? No. I haven't a clue what you're talking about. [pauses, raising an eyebrow, then nods] Yes, well. This just won't do, now will it? Bugger all, it's a bit more difficult than I thought it might be. Still, no matter. Keep a stiff upper lip and all that. [another pause and he frowns] No, I do believe I'll keep at it a while more, yet. Don't see much of a reason not to, really. It's good practice and all. Feels a bit strange, mind, but I've done it before. No reason to let it go to waste now.

[after a moment he drops, reappearing with a full-length mirror, and smartens up his uniform] I do believe I'm about ready, then.

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[confused]

What are you doing?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[good, that means she's doing it right]

Just making sure I'm in tip-top shape, of course. Why?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[frowns, still confused]

I just thought - [looks around, not sure what he thought, then back to the Brig] - what for?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

A Brigadier has to look his finest so the lads listen, wouldn't you agree?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I suppose.

[looks at him still, something not sitting quite right]

Is that what you're ready for then?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I'm always at the ready, soldier, or have you forgotten all those years we spent together?

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

...Are you alright, sir?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Perfectly well, thank you. Why do you ask?

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

Well it's just, you were talking to....no one. Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You've never seen a chap work something out with himself? Practice or rehearse what he'll need to be saying to his men?

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

Oh! Then yes, I have. It just looked like you were talking to, um, no one.

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Yo man, sorry to say, but not all of us can hear what your invisible friend there is sayin' to you. 's like talking on a cell phone, if you know what them are. Whatcha' gotta be looking so pristine for anyway?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...I beg your pardon?

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Your friend. Can't hear 'em. 'Less you're just talkin' to yourself? But then you'd look a little crazy. Not that ya are, I'm just sayin' you'd pull off crazy real good.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware voyeurs need be privy to private conversations.

[mercwamouth]

What are you doing, getting ready for a time machine convention? You plannin' to kick the DeLorean's ass?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

How did you know it was me?

[mercwamouth]

What do you mean? I've seen you look like this before.

I like you better as the hot chick, though.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Yes, but were my vocal patterns that ineffective? I thought I had assumed the Brigadier's voice and mannerisms properly.

[mercwamouth]

Well, I guess that might have thrown me off, if I knew who the hell you're supposed to be disguised as.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[have Reinette, observing you just to your left]

And what do you hope to accomplish today?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[glances over at her and smiles] Oh, this and that. Never can be too sure what's going to happen, you now.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[an eyebrow arches]

Well whatever the occasion, you are certainly dressed for it.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Yes, I rather am, aren't I? Quite the snappy dresser, I like to think.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette smooths her own skirts]

I believe it could be suggested that you are. Thought does not need to enter into it.