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[daft_old_man]

WHO: daft_old_man and YOU!
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: general weirdness
SUMMARY: Today is one of those days where the Doctor does something normal. Of course nothing he does can ever be too normal!
FORMAT: whatever makes you happy bb!

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[hairwasmyroom]

[Stopping by the lake, Erin smiles at the funny man feeding the ducks. It's something she would do, only on the shore. But she has no bread of her own, so she just watches him quietly, not wanting to disturb him but willing to talk if he notices her.]

[daft_old_man]

[He notices her. He always notices unless of course it's beneath his notice, but few things are]

I have enough bread for another hand here. They're all remarkably well behaved today.

[hairwasmyroom]

You do? That's nice.

[It only becomes apparent to her a moment later that he was offering.]

Oh wait, were you offering me some?

[daft_old_man]

[He looks at the bag and then at her]

I'm not sure the bread would be to your liking, but the crowd seems to like it, and wouldn't mind if you tossed a bit towards the back.

[hairwasmyroom]

[Again, his words fly right over her head, but this time she answers before thinking them over.]

Oh no, I didn't want to eat it! I wanted to feed the birds. Would that be ok?

[daft_old_man]

Of course! Never say no to a bit of company. Well, there was that one time, but he was evil and the universe was ending...

[hairwasmyroom]

[She comes closer to the water's edge, looking quizzical.]

I don't know what that means.

[It's a common phrase for Erin to utter, really.]

[daft_old_man]

[He waves off her confusion]

Don't worry, people say that a lot around me.

So, Miss...?

[hairwasmyroom]

Erin Hannon, hi! It's nice to meet you!

[daft_old_man]

Erin. Erin Hannon. Hannon, Erin.

[Pause]

I'll just call you Erin then, shall I? Good. Now, I'm the Doctor and these are ducks. A little on the rude side, but not as bitie as rabbits. Except that one on the left -- [He narrows his eyes at a rather small duckling] He likes to nibble toes.

[hairwasmyroom]

[She nods that he can call her Erin.]

Right, well I wasn't going to hop in, so he won't get the chance to nibble my toes.

[She does come closer to the edge, however, to take some bread from him.]

What are you the Doctor of?

[daft_old_man]

Too bad the water's rather nice at the moment.

[Point made by him jumping up and down a bit]

Oh, nothing and everything. Sort of a name and less of a title unless you like titles then it can be a title.

[hairwasmyroom]

[She giggles.]

Don't have a bathing swim though.

I like titles! I'm a receptionist.

[daft_old_man]

No need for a swim, just as soothing to have your feet take a bit of a dip!

[The Doctor grips his trousers to show just how needless a swimsuit is. Come on, ponds are cool!]

Oh! I knew a receptionist once. Well, she was more like a temp but I'm sure she had to do reception a few times.

[hairwasmyroom]

Well... ok. Sure, why not?

[She kicks off her shoes and carefully steps in, laughing as the ducks swim away.]

Aw, come back! I've got bread!

[She rips off tiny pieces and tosses them, which makes the ducks return.]

I was a temp too, but then they hired me full time.

[daft_old_man]

[He eyeballs her briefly]

Not because of a fiance I hope. It's been my experience that inner office romance is really a ploy to harvest the energy of one or the other so that an alien race can take over the world. Very nasty habit romance is.