Seven arrives at Sarah Jane's

[timeschampion]

After speaking to an alternate duo of himself and Ace, the Doctor had immediately gone over to the console to enter the coordinates that Ace had sent him. The Hand of Omega was, annoyingly, still waiting there, humming to itself in an odd fashion. It even had the audacity to nudge him a bit as he was working at the console. He turned back to the

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[ambitious_woman]

"There are many of us here," Reinette offered as she approached what appeared to be garden-grown TARDISes, where they filled one side of the yard. "Though few of us here long enough that we would constitute this home, as of yet."

She studied the new arrival.

"Are you looking for someone?"

[timeschampion]

"Ah, hello miss..."

He doffed his hat toward the young blonde woman, hesitating slightly.

"I don't believe we've met yet. Or maybe we have, who knows? As for your question, I'm looking for a chap who looks quite a bit like me, in fact. I don't suppose you've seen me anywhere today? I'm the Doctor by the way. One of them, anyhow, there seems to be a lot of me about lately..."

[ambitious_woman]

At the tilt of his hat Reinette was aware of older, set habits as some thirty years of training came into play. Without hesitation she felt herself sink into a curtsey, jeans or no.

"I have not seen anyone that looks precisely as you," Reinette admitted as she righted herself. "But I have indeed seen several Doctors." Reinette smiled. "And now it seems I can add you to that count."

[timeschampion]

The Doctor was slightly surprised at the woman's curtsey, but figured she must come from some other place and time than the current era, despite her dress.

"Well, I suppose I can speak to one of them just as well. Thank you miss. Perhaps I shall see you around."

With that he left her and headed toward the house, the Hand following him closely behind. He really wasn't comfortable having the device sitting out in the open and was eager to get it indoors. He wished that it had just stayed on the TARDIS like a good little Hand of Omega.

[timesvigilante]

Ace was stretched out on the front porch, relaxing was the name of the game...that and waiting for the next meeting of the Antisocial Bastards' Association. Legs crossed, arms behind her head and her eyes shut. "Hey there Professor."

[timeschampion]

After leaving the anachronisticly-mannered woman, the Doctor was finally greeted with a familiar face, and one he personally knew for once.

"Ah Ace, hello."

The Box moved up beside him in its usual obnoxious fashion, clearly making its presence known, Rassilon knew why. Semi-sentient machines were always such pests.

"I've found an old friend, perhaps you might remember the Hand of Omega? And I don't suppose you've seen me or yourself around here lately? I'm expecting our alternate-universe selves to show up here soon..."

[timesvigilante]

Ace opened her eyes and behind her ever-present sunglasses she raised an eyebrow. "I thought we'd dealt with that thing for good."

She stretched out cat-like before sitting-up properly. "Fraid I've beenout of that loop, wouldn't mind meeting myself though."

[myownterms]

Ace had been upstairs when she heard the Professor's shout from outside, and she was sure it belonged to the other one, seeing as her own was sitting across the room fiddling with something or another. She got up and crossed to the window to look out and sure enough, there he was out in the middle of the street. A second later a blond woman she'd seen around the house but had yet to meet went out to greet him. Shooting a glance at her own Professor, Ace slipped downstairs to the front door.

Before she could open it, she heard another voice--her voice. Older, more mature-sounding, but her voice. She peeped out through the sidelight. The other Professor had approached the porch and was talking to someone not quite in view--Ace could see the elbow and leg of someone sitting in one of the chairs. She took it to be herself.

Uncommon fear seized up in her throat suddenly. What was it like, to meet yourself? She found she couldn't move her hand from where it was on the door handle, and kept looking through the sidelight.

[timesvigilante]

Often Ace had, and still does, curse the cheetah virus, however it did have some advantages. Like being able to hear the minute click of a door handle almost opening. Her enhanced hearing and smell always helped her get the better of her enemies, and stay one step ahead of the pack. When she couldn't hear the door open all the way she paused and turned her head towards the lack of sound. "Hey there." She called to the unopened door.

[myownterms]

Ace jumped, then mentally slapped herself. She would not act like a frelling baby. She pushed the door open slightly, then stood in it, looking at out the other Professor (he really does look just like mine) and herself. "Hi." She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.

[timesvigilante]

Ace smiled at herself, as she walked into the door frame and stayed there. "Come outside, the weather's fine and contrary to popular belief I won't bite. I'd introduce myself but it's a bit superfluous really." Gordon Bennett! Did she look that young at her age?