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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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[of_traken]

Words seem to escape the Trakenite for the moment being. She studies the man with pursed lips before approaching a bit, timidly.

"...Doctor?"

[dreamcoatdoctor]

He paused and his head turned to one side as he eyed her almost suspiciously. After a moment of this he rocked forwards on his heels and moved to her with something like a skip in his steps.

"Nyssa. Surely it's Nyssa of Traken, Daughter of Tremas?"

[of_traken]

She steps back, recoiling.

"No. I've met you before. Commander Maxil, you're not the Doctor. What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"Really, Nyssa. It isn't as bad as all of that." The Doctor scowled. "I know who I am, thank you. And I am most certainly not Commander Maxil. Don't be foolish."

He smiled then. "Look at me, Nyssa. Come now, you can't deny it."

[unearthlygirl]

Susan stops and examines the new arrival for a moment, head cocked. Then she smiles and offers a too enthusiastic wave. "Hello! Is this your sixth incarnation?"

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"Susan? Oh well it must be! So clever and bright, recognizing me." He practically preened at the recognition and bounded to her. "How are you? How did you know which regeneration I was on?"

[unearthlygirl]

"Hello, Grandfather!" she exclaims, her smile becoming a grin. She offers her arms for a hug. "Your eighth incarnation told me about your coat! Did you know your other incarnations are here?"

[dreamcoatdoctor]

And he scooped her up into his brightly covered arms for a tight hug. He spun her about, quick and playful and settled her back down with a grin across his features. "He mentioned my coat, did he? I like it, what do you think, Susan?" He moved to pose for her and then canted his head. "Oh, are they? Which ones?"

[jakey_boys_bfg]

Jake looks over at that in surprise when he doesnt recognize the voice and his eyes widen at both the fact that its another Doctor and at the technicolor dreamcoat of doom. "The Doct--oh bloody hell. Its another one." He shakes his head and laughs, this is just getting ridiculous. "Which one are you, then?"

Excuse my lack of apostraphies, this keyboard is broken in the weirdest way.

[dreamcoatdoctor]

Of doom is a very nice way to describe it. The coat is remarkable thank-you-very-much. He tipped his head and smiled, secretively almost and moved to Jake. "Another one." He confirmed with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I'm the sixth, and if I may say so myself (and I may), the best of the bunch. Who are you? Do I know you?"

[jakey_boys_bfg]

Of course it is. "The tenth version of you does." He stands and extends his hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Jake Simmonds."

[dreamcoatdoctor]

"Tenth? Oooh. Oh dear, I do hope that's a long ways into the future." He takes Jake's hand in both of his and shakes it, eagerly, frantically almost. "Hello, Jakey Boy, I'm sure we'll get along."

[beige_doc]

So this was what his future selves meant about rethinking the coat. What in Rassilon's name would cause him to wear such...such...such a monstrosity! A small look of disgust on his face as he greeted what he could only hope was his Sixth self. Who on top of that looked quite a lot like a certain commander Maxil...

"Doctor..." He tipped his head.

[dreamcoatdoctor]

Monstrosity! Another good adjective for the coat! The coat is perhaps the most wonderful thing he could have hoped to find, and the Doctor was quite proud of it. And Commander Maxil had been handsome enough. All in all the Doctor was rather pleased with his regeneration.

"Ah, you again. Susan said you were about. Hello, Doctor."

[beige_doc]

Isn't it just! Wonderful was definately not what the Doctor would have called that coat. Besides, Edwardian cricketing whites are much more...more...generally better anyway. At least he didn't stick out like a sore thumb. And may we remind someone that Commander Maxil was rather happy when the Doctor was sentenced to execution?

"Oh there's no need to sound so enthusiastic Doctor."

[dreamcoatdoctor]

I shall have to start keeping a list of these adjectives. Well, the Doctor would think that, him and his tacky cricketing whites. Honestly, what had he been thinking? What was so wonderful about cricket that the outfit needed to be worn all about? ...Lots of people are rather happy when the Doctor is in some great peril. It's a shame, isn't it?

"I could say the same for you, couldn't I?" He grinned then. "How are you?"

[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?!"