[27] Oh my blue, blue caravan. The highway is my great wall.

[coolbowtie]

Morning;

[It's a normal day in Mayfield. Until there's a strange wheezy sound echoing throughout the town square. A blue box materalizes with a final wheezy sigh. The Doctor bounces out of the blue doors.]Yes! Now this is a grand sight, isn't it? Larcus! One of the most beautiful planets in this galaxy, inhabited in giant, talking flowers.

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Afternoon

[prpl_assistant]

(By now, she's pretty much used to all the weird stuff that Mayfield has thrown at her. A teleporting blue box? Pfft. Bugs Bunny trumps that.)

That's no problem at all sir. I wasn't particularly doing anything, save the household chores.

[coolbowtie]

Good!

Good, good. Nothing important then. That certainly makes this less awkward.

[prpl_assistant]

Do you need any help to get your machine out of the house then sir? I'm not particularly strong or anything, but I'll do all that I can.

[coolbowtie]

Moving it is no problem at all, honestly. It's just a matter of where it moves to.

[prpl_assistant]

Where it moves to...?

(You know, the machine did looks somewhat familiar to her before...and a British accent? She's missing something here...)

I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's the name of your machine?

[coolbowtie]

The TARDIS.

Why?

[prpl_assistant]

(For some reason, that sounds really, really familiar. Like she should know it. But at the moment, it's just escaping her.)

Sorry sir, I thought I heard of something like that before. But I can't exactly remember when or where I've heard it.

I don't think we've met, by the way. I'm Miss Pauling.

(She extends a hand.)

[coolbowtie]

The Doctor.

Pleased to meet you.

And sorry for showing up in your living room.

[prpl_assistant]

...do you know another man who also refers to himself as The Doctor?