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[thatoldthatkind]

[ This dream is a treat for all those who find themselves with the Doctor. As normal, he's spinning around the console and piloting the ship that looks like it's made out of odds and ends. He is rambling on of course, something about one of his favorite times of the year. Even though he can go through all of time and space, so technically the time

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[waterfell]

[She's not new to costumes and disguises. Mercury is rather new to this utter fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants last-second planning.

It doesn't feel too bad.

She speaks up, though, and when it's completely ignored, she fixes the Doctor with an unimpressed look and a slightly sharp voice.]

If you don't plan on listening, don't ask.

[She nods towards the doors.]

Anyway, let's go.

[waterfell]

Shall we find out?

[With a certain smug expectancy, she glances downward once more. Slowly, her body begins to lift away from the ground, hovering in midair just a few inches.]

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor raises his eyebrows, about to ask what--then, of course. It's a dream. You can do those things. He sticks his hands in his pockets instead. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[waterfell]

[A dream, or the teletia-s; it doesn't really matter. One way or the other, this is her right by her heritage. One way or the other, she's floating. She grins down at the Doctor.]

You should try it, too!

[thatoldthatkind]

No, no! I'm perfectly happy on the ground, thanks. You do the floating for both of us.

[waterfell]

[Now that? Is delicious. She can't help a smirk that's close to an actual sincere grin.]

Ohhh~? Nervous?

It's kind of fun, you know!

[thatoldthatkind]

Not nervous. I'm just not good with things. Especially floating things. Floating things that take you up higher than you ought to be and you hit your head on something. It's not fun, trust me. Now, I'm going with or without you Mercury.

[waterfell]

[Her grin widens. She'd never really imagined him having an aversion to, well, anything; he always seems so certain of himself, to her.]

Oh, I'm coming.

[And of course the little wings of the sandals flutter smugly as she hovers alongside him.]

[thatoldthatkind]

[ He shakes his head at her and continues walking down the street, making sure not to run into kids :C ]

[waterfell]

[Hey, she doesn't run into the kids, either; flying doesn't mean being uncoordinated! She's starting to enjoy herself, in fact.

Then she finally notices it.]

They're all children. Isn't it strange for us to be here?

[thatoldthatkind]

Not at all! The children get the candy.

[waterfell]

It sounds like a holiday for dentists. [Or at least, the sound of enough money thanks to these children's cavities, for dentists to take a nice long vacation afterward.]

[thatoldthatkind]

I'm certain it is.

[waterfell]

They're good kids.

[thatoldthatkind]

Well, bad children don't' get candy.

[waterfell]

Isn't that the rule for Santa Claus? [Really, Doctor? And yet she can't help being slightly amused.]