The Doctor grinned madly at the screen in front of him. Perfect landing, right on the mark. That was so rare it was a cause for a celebration in and of itself
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If her clothing was nearly a century advanced and more akin to what she knew, Reinette determined that fashion was no so altered she stood stand out a great deal. In the end they key importance was warmth.
The TARDIS wardrobe was kind, providing a emerald green pelise that fully covered her gown. Besides gloves she had also located a fur-lined muff and bonnet, to further protect against the weather. And yes, beneath the hemline sat very sensible boots.
"Are you anticipating running already," she teased, entering the console room.
"Slipping, actually," the Doctor replied with a wide grin. "We're going to be out on some rather slippery ice and no matter how much dust and dirt might be on it we'll still be on ice. Wouldn't want to ruin the trip with a sprained leg, would we?"
She looked rather lovely, he decided, and he fussed a bit with his scarf before flipping open the door lock.
"Not too terribly far into your future, but a look at England in the future. Are you ready?"
She did not so much as hesitate at the door as pause to gather herself, as if she were entering a room, rather than leaving one for the outdoors. Still, this was one of their first real outings and -- she wanted to make her impression upon it. As much as that might be frowned upon in theory.
Head tilted slight, she smiled at the Doctor even as she sniffed ever so slightly. It was not the cold, or the chill. It was that hint of patriotism, the French that would never leave her blood. It was England after all.
England, the Thames River. 1683. The height of the infamous "Frost Fairs" which took place on the river while it was frozen solid. For as far as they could see from bank to bank were horses, people, artists and performers. Food and wares and skaters and animals. Smoke from cooked food and sea-coal hung thickly in the air (almost a being unto itself) along with the bitter cold of the season.
It was a carnival on the ice.
The Doctor's grin could not have possibly gotten any larger.
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The TARDIS wardrobe was kind, providing a emerald green pelise that fully covered her gown. Besides gloves she had also located a fur-lined muff and bonnet, to further protect against the weather. And yes, beneath the hemline sat very sensible boots.
"Are you anticipating running already," she teased, entering the console room.
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She looked rather lovely, he decided, and he fussed a bit with his scarf before flipping open the door lock.
"Not too terribly far into your future, but a look at England in the future. Are you ready?"
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Head tilted slight, she smiled at the Doctor even as she sniffed ever so slightly. It was not the cold, or the chill. It was that hint of patriotism, the French that would never leave her blood. It was England after all.
Then Reinette laughed.
"Of course I am ready."
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England, the Thames River. 1683. The height of the infamous "Frost Fairs" which took place on the river while it was frozen solid. For as far as they could see from bank to bank were horses, people, artists and performers. Food and wares and skaters and animals. Smoke from cooked food and sea-coal hung thickly in the air (almost a being unto itself) along with the bitter cold of the season.
It was a carnival on the ice.
The Doctor's grin could not have possibly gotten any larger.
He offered Reinette his arm. "Shall we?"
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