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[dreamcoatdoctor]

Do you know what this hotel really needed? An eyesore. Another Doctor, one clad in a horrible rather fetching amazing technicolour dreamcoat coat in numerous colors, textures and fabrics. And striped trousers. And a cravat that doesn't quite match anything despite the amount of colours he's wearingThe TARDIS materialized outside of the hotel and

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[mmjellybabies]

"What are we wearing?" The Fourth Doctor half-circles his later incarnation and pulls a truly disgusted face. "I am really am the last well-dressed one, aren't I? Though our eighth isn't bad. I do like the velvet."

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"What are we wearing? What are you wearing?" He snapped, and then straightened his coat. "Well, at least it isn't the red scarf." He raised a brow at himself. "What are you on about?"

[mmjellybabies]

"I happen to be wearing the same thing I always do, and it is quite suitable for every occasion, I should think." He's wearing two scarves, it should be noted. The striped one, for it's a classic, and also an impressive green one that Sarah Jane has recently given him. "Unlike--" And then he merely motions to Six's outfit.

"Velvet!" he answers, straightening, affronted.

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"Yes, that same tacky...Ooh, you've added a new one." He took hold of the green. "What's this then? I don't remember owning this."

"Velvet! We wore velvet during our third incarnation. Velvet again?!"

[mmjellybabies]

And the Doctor cannot help but look a cross between pleased and proud. "This," he says, catching the end of it between two fingers, "was a gift from Sarah Jane Smith."

"Cravat too." A wary look. "Not that you don't have something vaguely resembling one. Vaguely."

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"Sarah...Sarah Jane Smith?" He paused and then brightened. "Why, I haven't seen her since the Death Zone. She's made us a scarf? Oh, I don't even like scarves, but I think I do quite like this one."

"...This." he pulled at his cravat. "Is the height of fashion."

[mmjellybabies]

"She's made me a scarf," he corrects brightly. "She's about here somewhere. Probably off making eyes at Harry."

"It's at the height of something all right and it's due for a fall."

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"I am you." He reminds. "Or rather, you are me. Or will be in due time." He raises a brow then. "Making eyes at...What does that mean, Doctor?"

"It's right in line behind distasteful scarves and cricketing whites."

[mmjellybabies]

"Yes, but you still can't have it." He only varely resists sticking his tongue out at himself. "Oh, you know. Going all googly-eyed. A human condition."

"Cricketing whites, yes-- not that we couldn't have been a slow bowler in something a bit more contemporary-- but what could you possibly have against scarves?"