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[The PCD clicks on to one Doctor - a still rather worse for wear, sporting bandages here and there Doctor - standing about twenty feet away, a make-shift remote type thing in his hands, a grin on his face.]
Aha! [He glances down at the little device, puffing his cheeks out as he fiddles with the knobs before the PCD starts zooming in on him] ( Read more... )
Aha! [He glances down at the little device, puffing his cheeks out as he fiddles with the knobs before the PCD starts zooming in on him] ( Read more... )
[A slight pause, though.] You, too? Been seeing a lot of that going around lately.
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Glad to see there are people who still have taste in the world. [And, predictably, his hand wanders to his bow tie, but he somehow manages to resist outright mentioning it.]
Yes, we seem to be in the middle of an event. Although it is rather difficult to miss what you don't really know you're missing. Even harder when these spirits seem to stick to such a tight schedule...
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I pride myself on my taste, I'll have you know.
Well, I could tell you a bit, if you can't remember it all? Not sure how much will stick, but it's worth a try, I suppose.
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I think I can manage that.
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But they are some good ones. At least, the ones I've been present for or or heard of.
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But first: you know me, that much is obvious. But I'm afraid I... have no idea who you are. Or even what part of my life you fit into.
[A pause] Or what parts of my life I have... I know the words Time Lord, I know of the noise in my head sometimes, and I know... [He moves his hand then, fingers wiggling in the space above his head before raising upwards, pantomiming a hat being there.] I know I'm missing what could only be a rather cool hat.
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[A brief pause -- of course, if he doesn't remember himself he wouldn't remember Jack, that much is plain. He still can't help the momentary flash of hurt in his face, though it's gone in an instant.]
Captain Jack Harkness. I travelled with you. Now I run Torchwood. [Best to keep these things short and to the point, isn't it. Easier that way.]
Just wait, I'll be there soon.
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... Torchwood? [He frowns, suddenly feeling a tad uneasy, but its easy enough to shrug off when you can't really remembered the meaning behind the word.] Oh! I travel? That makes sense.
Watch your head when you get here. A few of the... machines have decided to become impromptu rocket launchers...
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Yes, you travel. Generally with a pretty girl, sometimes more than one. All over the universe.
[There's a slight grin. At least that hasn't changed.] Oh, I'm hard to hurt.
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[He does let out a laugh then, even if he has to cut it short to dodge another rocketing sprocket.] Well, to avoid bloodstains on the floor - as ruined as they already are - I'll try and meet you with a helmet.
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Thanks. I'd rather not be knocked unconscious by sprockets.
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Of course, of course. Simply knock before you open the door, I'll be ready with some shields.
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[And there is the requested knock!]
Ooh, a knight in shining armor. Shall I swoon?
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[And at that knock, the door is opening inward, and there's the Doctor, standing there with a smile on his face, makeshift rusted pot helmet crooked on his head, tweed on, bow tie perkily perched at the base of his throat, and arms suddenly flinging out wide in welcome.]
I wouldn't blame you if you did! Although, I still doubt any falling you do will be from swooning. [Here, Jack, you get a dented in frying pan helmet, as opposed to the Doctor's salad bowl] Now! In we go!
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[He blinks a little at the helmet, but ...he supposes considerations must be made for safety. So, on goes the frying pan and he probably looks completely ridiculous.]
Right, then, let's go!
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