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[ A scruffy woman appears on the screen. Her hair is a wild mess and her eyes are darkly blotted with eyeshadow. She rather looks like a girl that got trashed and passed out with her make-up on. Hold onto your pants - it doesn't get much better. ]

Hello! Hello? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Sexy.

No, no, that's not right. That's his name, not for you.

TARDIS! I'm Time-And-Relative-Dimension-In-Space.

No. Wait. Yes, but no. What was she called?

[ The woman ducks her head, thoughtfully, one translucent nail furiously tapping at her lower lip. Nevermind liquor, she's chattering away way too quickly. ]

Ah! Idris! You may call me Idris.

Where's my thief? Thief! Yoohoo! I know you're only ten. I know we've not met yet, but you know me, surely you do. Will. Have. Tenses! Thief? Has anyone seen my thief?

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What?!

[ There you are! She knew you'd be along eventually. ]

Who!

[No really, what? What?]

How?!

House!

[ She is beaming. Whoever she is, she looks overjoyed to see his gobsmacked face. ]

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H- No no, I mean how did this happen?

[Actually coming around enough to put his glasses on.]

You're not listening! [ Oh! The glasses are out. ] You believe me?

House of what? And I do, I'm just trying to figure out what caused it. [Just rubs his chin. Blimey. This wasn't one he was expecting to turn up. Ever.]

A greedy, greedy House. [ For the first time in the whole broadcast, her expression darkens to what is surely a seething anger. In the next moment, though, it's gone. Idris quirks a brow. ] Do you really wish to discuss it this way, or shall I come collect you?

And what did the greedy, greedy House do? [Spots that anger, and it's pretty disturbing. Who went and upset his old girl?] Seems like someone already gave you my room number.

He tried to eat me, among other things. [ She folds her arms; yes, she's rather cross over what happened there, and the memory is quite fresh. ] It makes sense. Nine and one.

I'm on my way, but I've got to use legs for now.

Well that's rude of them to try and do that. [But then the TARDIS is a huge energy source, so kind of understandable. Not that he'll be saying that out loud. Ever.]

Oh legs. Two of them. One foot in front of the other, uh, Idris.

It's alright - I've done this before, once.

Though you're hardly the one to give advice on moving about normally.

Once....

Oi! I can move around just fine thankyouverymuch.

[Mulling something over. It's almost uncomfortable in a small way- he doesn't know the TARDIS in this form, which means she's from his future. And considering the point he was dragged from....it's not too hard to figure out.]

How long have you been like that?

[ She flashes his petulance the most winning little smile. She's teasing and she's not sorry. ]

Mm... About a day, I suppose? I was dying before, but they seemed to have fixed it here.

[ That's not traumatic to tell him at all, Idris. ]

How long since they snatched you up?

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What, dying?

[Eyebrows raised at that. Obviously she means something different, he won't think otherwise.]

About a week I suppose. Didn't expect my future to be running at me in a frilly dress, though.

It wasn't serious. Well. You cried, of course. I'm sorry, Doctor. It all works out in the end.

[ There is a brief apologetic smile. ]

Or maybe it doesn't, with me being here now. And you as well. Have you figured it out yet? It's been a week.

I rather like the dress, though. It's a bit old and battered and blue. Doesn't it suit me?

[Or maybe she does mean dying in the literal sense. Or just that form. This place has definitely put spanners in the works, so it's going to be tricky to find out.]

Weeeeell, I hope it does work out. I mean that's my future you're talking about, and we need to be careful with that kind of thing. Spoilers and such. Hmm, yeah.

Actually it does suit you. Just not something I'd have thought of.

Spoilers, tish-tosh. You boys have met loads of times, spoilers or no. Besides, if we rip a hole here, perhaps we can paddle out of it.

[ Okay, she doesn't really mean it. Maybe she's a little distressed about being in a squishy, small body and a mind too small for a super computer. ]

Your imagination waxes and wanes, dearest, never mind. Don't keep a girl waiting.

[ Knock knock. ]

Yeah I guess we have. Doesn't mean I need to know though.

I'm not keeping anyone wa-

[Well, okay she's at the door. And this is somewhat nervewracking in a way. Like meeting someone's mother, but not quite in that sense. Mothers always wound up slapping him for something anyway. No, just the TARDIS, that's all.

Definitely nervewracking. At least Ten opens the door quickly enough, still with his glasses on to get a good look.]

What, no brake-noise?

[ Oh, That Noise. The woman at the door props her hands on her hips. She'd roll her eyes if it weren't a little endearing and if indulging him wasn't part of her prerogative. As it stands, she purses her lips and whistles a few of the grating notes he's asking after, as proof if nothing more, before she breaks and throws an embrace on him. ]

[Well, she's not the TARDIS if she doesn't make the noise, right? Ten can't help but grin at the noise. If there was any doubt in his mind, that sealed it and okay, hug times. The Doctor's more than happy to return it tightly before moving back a step.

This is weird. But it's a good weird. All the companions he's had over the years, yet the TARDIS has been right there from the start.]

Right then. So, this place. Fighting a war, living the life. Staying still in one place... [Ten wrinkles his nose at the last part. It's kind of gross, having to stay in one place. At least Idris will understand that. And yep, there he goes, already pulling out the sonic screwdriver to scan Idris's side. Manners, what are those?]

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