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[rude_not_ginger]

Characters: The Proper Doctor (rude_not_ginger), and the TARDIS Irregulars (handysparehand, itsthecoat, AND INTRODUCING damn_time_ring!)
Location: The TARDIS, possibly a planet or planetoid
Time: During the Tarot plot, after the Doctor and Straxus's adventure.
Warnings: Eventually someone will have to tell Straxus that his pants belonged to Harry.

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[handysparehand]

He stretched out on his bed, having been very content flipping through the contents of a magazine. He had been relaxing, but it might be fun to discover something new. It was something to do and he couldn't really argue with that.

He threw on his shoes and made his way into the console room, idly circling the console once he was in there.

"Where are we again?" he asked, only mildly curious. It really didn't matter one way or another. He was sure wherever it would be a good experience one way or the other.

[damn_time_ring]

Straxus had waited and wondered what the Doctor might have been up to. He'd felt the TARDIS land ages ago and for a while had entertained the notion that perhaps he was forgotten about, but the rational part of his mind told him that perhaps the Doctor was fixing some minor circuit on the TARDIS console. Surely something had to have burnt out from all the heat pumping through it.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes and sighing when he heard the Doctor's announcement.

"Really Doctor," he said the moment he made his way into the console room. "Couldn't you have knocked?" Then he noticed the other, and very human, Doctor and he let out a little sigh. He only could wonder at the identity of the second helper. At least he was rest assured that it wouldn't be the Master; he seemed to recall learning he was travelling with the third version of the Doctor and someone named Donna.

[itsthecoat]

It took Jack a little longer than the others to head to the console room. This was due to the fact that when the Doctor had made his announcement, he'd been in the middle of cleaning his room. He never cleaned his room. He never cleaned anything, for that matter. But at the moment, he was caught in the overwhelming need to change everything, fix it and rearrange it all. It wasn't necessarily neater, just more uniform. Symmetrical; one side of everything was just the same as the other. As for him, his hair was parted slightly down the middle, and he wore a plain white shirt and suspenders.

He frowned at the console room once he arrived, looking only down at the controls. "So where to today?"

[rude_not_ginger]

"Blimey, Jack, was beginning to worry we'd lost you," he said. "Everyone, this is Straxus, he's going to be on board for a bit while we sort out this experiment he's been put through. Straxus, this is...everyone."

It was significantly less awkward to announce them as this, especially because his human self still (to the Doctor's knowledge) hadn't chosen a name. It would become a problem at some point, he imagined, but for right now they would manage.

"Gattica Cluster," the Doctor said. "Well, at least, that's what it'll be for the three of us. Straxus hasn't merged, well, not as far as I know, and that means he might be seeing a world just a little different than we do."