{001} - [Voice/Action] - the Doctor is in

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[Just outside the village proper, the Doctor is wandering about, utterly perplexed as to why he is half-naked. The skinny bloke is a bit self-conscious, not to mention a little chilled given he had grown so accustomed to donning multiple layers. The wings also leave him highly perturbed.]

What- wings? Surely the TARDIS could not have damaged my

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[The time honoured tradition among Slayers is to work out the grief through unnecessary and physically demanding patrol regimes. Buffy, so lately deprived of her main squeeze, her boyfriend, the guy she almost kinda maybe thought she loved? Well, she's out and about despite the daylight and, perhaps, because of it. After all, the Malnosso had not seen fit to return to her that mojo that made her into what she was supposed to b.

It's right about now that she spots the lanky guy talking gibberish to his book. Great. Another wack-job. Just what this place needs.

With a hefty sigh and a roll of her eyes, her responsibilities get the better of her and she approaches. When she addresses him, it's with no small measure of sadness.]

New Feather, right? God, it's depressing how easy you rookies are to spot.

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Time Lord? What's that, some kind of watch expert?

[And instinctively, her eyes flicker to his wrists. Just in case.]

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Time traveler, actually. Alien time traveler, I guess to you. The blue box I'm looking for has a lot to do with it.

[Has lost count of how many times he's had to make this explanation.]

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[Well, that was a way to bring her right back to the problem she was trying to forget.]

Another doctor and another alien. How unsurprising.

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Aliens are a common thing for you, are they? Who did you work for before you came here?

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Wow, hold off on the twenty-questions. Aliens? Not common. Not for me, at least. But I live with some people who get a little more extra-terrestrial action.

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Ah. At least you've got some kind of knowledge. You're better off than some others I've met.

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Like I said, house-mates. I live with two aliens. Two different kinds of aliens. Two very different kinds.

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What species might they be?

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[She counts off on her hand.] Spock's Vulcan. All pointy ears and uberlogic. Emony's a Trill.

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[...Star Trek. How very twentieth century.]

Did you say Vulcan?

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Maybe you're the one who needs a Doctor. Y'know, get your hearing checked out? Definitely Vulcan. And Captain. Acting Captain. Whatever.

[That last bit? Said with classic Buffy pout.]

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[And now he knows why the term "Starfleet" was so familiar.]

But the Vulcans aren't real, they're from a twentieth century television program... You're sure, though?

[The Doctor's mind is now a little blown.]

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[She smiles, sadly.] Someone told the same thing to Jim while he was here. He kinda refused to accept the whole fictional thing.

[There's also, of course, the fact that she's been told the same thing about her own life. But she holds back on that one.]

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[He places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.] There is so much out there, so perhaps even the most craftily fabricated of things could be reality somewhere. [Gives her a small smile.]

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[She reacts in alarm to the touch, but she doesn't step back. Not yet. The guy doesn't look like a threat.]

That's a theory I much prefer. I want to know he's back somewhere real. Making a difference.