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[kissingchamp]

[ 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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[tardisblue]

[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.

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[kissingchamp]

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. ]

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[tardisblue]

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?

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[kissingchamp]

[ 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. ]

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[tardisblue]

[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?]