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[so there's music playing from the fourth floor. some Scissor Sisters, to be exact! it's pretty loud, so it shouldn't be hard to heeeeeear

and is that a Mrs Lucy Saxon dancing along while munching some jelly babies? why yes, yes it is! she's in a modest red swimsuit with matching flipflops, just bopping about to the music.

if one looks closely, however, they'll notice a pile of discarded, empty jelly baby bags tucked into the corner of Lucy's bedroom nearby.

someone got stuck with greed and can't seem to stop eating~

bother at your leisure!]

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[the Doctor, who has been wandering around trying to figure out how to leave, passes by, stops, then goes back]

[yeah, he wants to say something but is left fairly speechless

[she would be rather angry and trying to either get away or shoo you away (there are no wine glasses here, sadly) but she totally doesn't even see you right now~]

[awww, but can't she stab him with a jelly baby bag]

[decides to stand in the doorway, arms crossed, and ~~watch her~~ wait for her to notice him]

[she could try and bludgeon him?

but yeah, she just keeps dancing and having a good time until she happens to look up and see him and, well ... stumbles in a rather inelegant fashion

oops]

[raises eyebrow and suppresses a snicker]

[sort of]

Red.

[glaaaaaaaaaares]

What are you prattling about?

Your suit.

[hmphs! and gets back to her feet]

If it bothers you, leave.

I can't. We're all sort of stuck here for the moment.

You aren't stuck on this floor.

[unless hijinks deem it so D:]

[I think it's about time they met, don't you? So have another Doctor raising an eyebrow at your antics] Scissor Sisters? Not a bad choice.

[oh definitely!] Mmm, that's what I thought.

[grins] I'm the Doctor, by the way, don't think we've met.

[that smile? gone. completely]

Oh, I've met you.

[frowns] Which one of me have you met?

Tall, horrible hair. Has the tendency to think he's right all the time.

That describes a lot of my selves. Are there a few versions of him running about?

Nope.

[he looks down at his feet for a moment and nods] Right, I've seen what I need to.

Well, I know of two. [eyes him] He wears suits and trainers. He obviously has no sense of fashion. Not that you do, either.

[she wants to ask, she wants to ask she -won't ask-]

Then I suppose you can leave me alone for once?

[D:] Oi, what's wrong with this jumper?

[he notices the bag of Jelly Babies]

Lucy, darling. Are you well?

[also his foot is tapping to the music]

Plenty.

[she'll share if you want~]

Hmmm? Oh, I'm doing splendidly, dear.

[she jigs a bit more, moving toward him as she does so]

[sulks] There's nothing wrong with it. It's better than that stripey suit.

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