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[withallofmyself]

Characters: Basil and Martha
Rating: PG at it most
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Corridors
Relative Date: Directly after this, at the party
Status: in-progress; closed from other residents

Basil led Martha back to his room, pointing out here and there that the occupied rooms had names on the doors between the time room and his own. And which

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[notrosesshadow]

"Kitchen is good. We didn't find that yesterday... just flying monkeys and the time room," she said with a giggle.

She looked around his room taking it all in as he pointed stuff out. She moved towards the chair when he motioned to it. "That's not a problem!" she smiled at him as she sat down.

[withallofmyself]

"Oh...ah the closets...they're...something's really very unnatural about them but they always seem to have just what you're looking for inside them." He said, rummaging about for a moment inside his closet before producing the clothes he wanted. He scuttled off to the bathroom, and there was the small click of the lock. Five minutes past before the painter came out again, dressed neatly for going on a walk, with his hair combed and a great deal more composure.

[notrosesshadow]

"Interesting that the closets can do that. What's more interesting is that someone or something left a bikini for me out in the hallway while I was sleeping. And a towel."

She hummed to herself while he was changing in the bathroom. "Well, now I'm just way underdressed compared to you!" she exclaimed, looking from his neat clothes to her jeans and tee.

[withallofmyself]

"Oh..well...different times, I suppose." Basil said, shrugging. "I-I imagine you're a good deal more comfortable than any of the young women where I'm from." He joked, getting his phone and cigarette case and putting them in his pockets.

"Shall we go?" He asked, getting the door for her.

[notrosesshadow]

"Probably... I had a corset on once... it was awful. Never doing that again. I run a lot... A corset is just a hindrance."

She was babbling. Ooops. That would be the alcohol talking... probably.

She grinned when he held the door open. "Thank you Basil!" She liked his name... there was something so, English and homey about it. "Whereabouts are you from in the nineteenth century?" she asked, quite curious. Meeting people was always fun. This was why she loved traveling with the Doctor.

[withallofmyself]

"London. 1890, I suppose, if that's important." Basil said, stepping into the hallway.

He really didn't mind that she babbled, it saved him from having to talk. He was very adept at listening, as all his friends were prone to chatting.

Take three damnit! And I'll delete all the others.

[notrosesshadow]

"London! I'm from London too... though much later... 2009 to be exact. I'm studying at Royal Hope Hospital." She suddenly realized that it may not actually be around in his time. She thought back to the history of the hospital that they had all been forced to learn while studying. Specific facts were escaping her at the moment though, so she didn't press it.

"I suspect that you'd hardly know my London though," she mused "things have changed since 1890 quite a bit."

Whoops, oh well, it happens.

[withallofmyself]

"Oh yes." Basil said. "I met someone from the 51st century today. It is just m-mind boggling, the way time passes. I shall be naught but dust by your time, and even less by the then." The painter mused. "But I find it very reassuring to find that the future has very n-normal seeming people in it. It isn't all alien strangeness, is it?"

Re: Whoops, oh well, it happens.

[notrosesshadow]

"The 51st... You've met Jack!" Of course, she didn't know about Jack's brother who was also from the 51st century.

She smiled at his next comment. "No, it's not all alien strangeness. In fact, the aliens really only started happening in the past three years or so. But there are good aliens. It's fun to meet them. Unfortunately, we seem to run into the bad ones very often." She contemplated a second or so. "Besides, most people tend to repress their memories of the aliens... or decide they were something else. And the last encounter? Only seven people on the entire planet remember that."

((And please excuse the exact same comment that appears up above... something screwy happened and now I can't delete it)

lol <3

[withallofmyself]

"No, not Jack. A young fellow named Gray. Unless he goes by Jack to other people." Basil shrugged. A man's name was his own business. "A-as for your aliens...I think I would repress it. I can scarcely handle a ghost story, never-mind anything from beyond that strange vastness of space."

Hopefully this'll fix it!

[notrosesshadow]

"No, I don't know Gray, and Jack's not the type to hide his name. Interesting... must be a mate from back home for him. Jack's from the 51st century, but then he got stuck in the 19th and currently lives in my century." Because that wasn't confusing.

"Anyway, rooms. So basically, we look for a vacant one? And I can take it. Oh... and the Meadow room is currently taken... by someone with flying monkeys."

[withallofmyself]

"You must introduce us." Basil said. "T-to your friend Jack, I mean. I haven't any desire to be introduced to flying monkeys." He said, uncomfortably. "But I should like to ask your friend h-how he liked be stuck in my time. The other young 51st century gentleman very cleverly surmised it to be terrible for anyone who..." He stopped himself, not wanting to be so free with himself with a complete stranger, despite what Gray had said. "Who have the sorts of ideas that are apparently fashionable in the 51st century." He said, looking with distraction for rooms without name plates.

[notrosesshadow]

She heard the hitch and the sudden change of people he was talking about. She put two and two together. "Yes, I imagine the nineteenth century would be difficult if you looked or thought differently than the majority of others." She hoped it sounded neutral and not outing him.

[withallofmyself]

"Oh very. Even those with a little liberty granted to artists must watch themselves, lest they stray too far from the expected." He said, shrugging.

[notrosesshadow]

Martha smiled sympathetically then turned her attention to the doors along the corridor. "They have such interesting names. Cove... Lark... I suppose that's better than numbers though."

[withallofmyself]

"It makes it feel just a little less like a prison." Basil remarked. "They're all very nice and very lovely rooms, if a bit fancy e-even for my tastes."