So follow my way when I'm not leading anyone... [Vesmier]

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor does not believe in making plans. He just sort of decides he wants to do something and then does it - if he happens to inform people of it, they're lucky. Hey, ghosts, possibly something to do with the Rift... sounds like something right up his alley, though if it has anything to do with Cybermen, he is going to be less than amused

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[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier's been thinking.

"Thinking" is actually not the best word to describe what he's been doing. He's been re-examining almost everything he knows, from this universe, others he's seen, his own, regarding the Academy and its interaction with Gallifreyan society, with two young Time Lords in particular. He's startled by the Doctor's sudden entry - his own, generally, one can generally hear coming, and has the good grace not to interrupt a meditation period.

So he's startled when the Doctor comes in, and actually shows it, for a second. When the second's over, though, the surprise is gone from his expression, and he stands from his chair with all the poise of an Advisor to the Senate of Gallifrey.

"I wasn't expecting you so immediately," he remarks, folding his hands into his sleeves. He may look strange, wandering around Chicago in the summer wearing a polar fleece sweater, but it's comfortable. The notion of short sleeves is a foreign one. "I have nothing to prepare before leaving."

That's a yes.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor grins, starts to turn out the door, and then stops, swinging back toward the Vesmier. He keeps moving, but he's walking backwards now, head tilted to one side to study him. "Are you really going to wear that?" Says the man who used to go around looking like a rainbow exploded on him. Or wore celery. Yes, the Doctor's really one to talk about looking inconspicuous.

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier quirks an eyebrow. He can't make heads or tails of local fashion, mostly for lack of trying, but this was in the Wanderer-approved storage room, so he assumes it's appropriate for the local culture. "It seemed less conspicuous than my Senatorial robes," he says. "It there something inappropriate about it?"

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor shrugs, spinning around again to lead the way, this time facing front. "Bit warm for it. Up to you, though." He starts for the stairs, rather than the elevator, more as a precaution than anything. Given the last... however long it's been now, it just seems like a good idea to avoid things that could drop them to their deaths.

"So. Ghosts." That could be a question. If you tilt your head and squint.