[Open Post] Yup! I'm about, doin' a bit of research...

[bnans_r_good]

We're not entirely sure what happened to the Ninth regeneration of the Doctor during the earthquake: we do know that before he found her, the TARDIS vanished off the lawn (an event witnessed by Jack Harkness, who at least had the good sense to not dive after her and hang on like a barnacle like he did that one time which resulted in the TARDIS

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[greenback_geek]

Jane needs to get out more and why not meet a time lord? (She's got the legs of a proper companion from all the damn running she does.)

She may look over the old magazine she's reading and sees him, only offering a stare.

[bnans_r_good]

He might be passing through behind her, flipping through a copy of Stephen Hawkings's "A Brief History of Time", muttering to himself. "Got it... right, right, right... Nope, wrong, wrong... definitely wrong." He shakes his head. "Humans, you come so close, but those tiny little brains just can't take it all in, can they?"

Then he spies the girl with the magazine: the blonde hair might make him think of Rose for a split second, but as he comes around to get a better look, hello, new person to meet!

"Hullo, catchin' up on a bit o' gossip?" he asks, looking from her face to the magazine and back.

[greenback_geek]

Jane is just looking at the guy, taking him for a loony sort, but loony people don't look like that...

So Jane is just mystified at the moment.

"No... this magazine is too new to be gossip. The ladies dress too strange for my tastes." One of the reasons why she never became an honest artist.

Too many stuck up and pretentious people.

[bnans_r_good]

"Depends on 'ow you define strange: traveled with a girl from the Sevateem tribe, wasn't used t' clothin', much, but she learned after a fashion," he says, with a chuckle at his own pun. "Could put anythin' from wunna Queen Vicky's ballgowns to a spacesuit on 'er, an' even parts o' both; all meant th' same to 'er."

[kamloops_rose]

Well, here's someone who kind of owes the Doctor an apology, and Delilah is now much more settled than she was after she lost both her favorite dragon and her boyfriend.

She'll be about, hesitating in her approach - it's hard, to swallow one's pride, but she knows also sometimes it must be done.

And so...

"Hm... Hello?"

[bnans_r_good]

He might be leafing through some book with the odd title of "The Universe in a Nutshell" and muttering about it. "String theory? Well, those are definitely a theory: no such thing," he says.

Then he realizes he has company and his head pops up. "Oh, it's the lovely huntress," he says. "Hullo! Don't think I got your name the last time. Silly me. Forgot me propers."

[kamloops_rose]

Blink blink. Oh. She finally realizes, he’s not even holding her manners against her. “I forgot mine last time we met,” she points out, “so it’s only fair.”

A beat.

“I’m Delilah. Delilah Rose Laughingbird.”

It’s been so long, now, she’s dropping the Johnson. Billy Boy ain’t coming anytime soon.

[bnans_r_good]

"Pleased to meet you, Delilah Delilah Rose Laughingbird," he says, grinning, friendly, and missing that comma in her speech. "I'm the Doctor."

[genial_umbrella]

Genevieve has resumed studying - she's currently doing some reading which her history teacher gave her, on the aftermath of the Second World War, and is doing a lot of blinking, a lot of staring.

Of course she'd heard of the Marshall Plan, even benefited from it personally. What befuddles her is the Cold War.

How did it come to this?

[bnans_r_good]

She might hear someone humming "Luck be a Lady", and a tallish fellow passes by her. He'll stop humming and back up, eyeing her books, head tilted.

"Hullo. Doin' a bit o' light readin'?" he asks, cheerily.

[genial_umbrella]

"Hardly," Genevieve replies with a small sigh. She frowns, waves the book at the Doctor. "Is this really what happened, Monsieur? Do you know?"

[bnans_r_good]

If she allows, he'll take the book from her and scan the pages, flipping through several. "Mostly what happened: The U.S.S.R. and the free world -- self styled; got a bit too much like the other side in their own way -- in one big Mexican stand-off, each side waitin' for t'other to make one foolish move," he says, a little high-handedly. "Called it a cold war, but it was more like a slow boil war, like bunch o' teakettles on simmer, makin' noise, threatenin' t' boil. Wasn't just folks on Earth gettin' their knickers in a knot: a few groups from beyond saw a chance to get a hand in the pot, 'specially durin' the Cuban Missile Crisis."