002 | [voice/location: around taxon] modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
Fitz had figured out early on in his travels that every town, every planet, every time period had its own distinct character, something to latch onto and blend with. This wasn't so easy to accomplish in Taxon, as everything changed as soon as you turned a corner. His neighborhood in Shelley, for instance: he'd taken a flat on a block reminiscent of Soho, but just up the street was a little corner of Athens, and then as he got closer to Central there was a bazaar straight out of the Arabian Nights. Today the merchants had tried to entice him to purchase their wares with song.
"I promise you, mate, soon as I have a job I'm coming back for the hookah."
Really, he ought to see if being a friend of the Doctor's counted as employment, and if hazard pay were available. Despite his apparent mooching about, he was on a mission to find the Master and, if possible, track him without getting killed. This involved a lot of fussing with the tablet (tourists looked at their maps all the time, right?), which accidentally turned on the voice function. At about this time the tune that had been plaguing him all day...escaped.
"I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
The conclusion that can then be drawn
I'm an Englishman in Taxon
The city's run by hamsters, so I'm told
And that nobody can go home
They say there's always strange things going on
I'm an Englishman in Taxon
Bloody aliens, interfering aliens,
I'm and Englishman in Taxon
I blame aliens, 'cuz of evil aliens
I'm an Englishman in Taxon."
Fitz stopped and frowned. "So I guess it's contagious. Fab."
[ooc: troll away, bump into him around town, etc. :D]
"I promise you, mate, soon as I have a job I'm coming back for the hookah."
Really, he ought to see if being a friend of the Doctor's counted as employment, and if hazard pay were available. Despite his apparent mooching about, he was on a mission to find the Master and, if possible, track him without getting killed. This involved a lot of fussing with the tablet (tourists looked at their maps all the time, right?), which accidentally turned on the voice function. At about this time the tune that had been plaguing him all day...escaped.
"I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
The conclusion that can then be drawn
I'm an Englishman in Taxon
The city's run by hamsters, so I'm told
And that nobody can go home
They say there's always strange things going on
I'm an Englishman in Taxon
Bloody aliens, interfering aliens,
I'm and Englishman in Taxon
I blame aliens, 'cuz of evil aliens
I'm an Englishman in Taxon."
Fitz stopped and frowned. "So I guess it's contagious. Fab."
[ooc: troll away, bump into him around town, etc. :D]