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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 16:15:00 GMT -5
Meg giggled and ducked through the curtains. It felt good to be back in Paris.
"Come get me!"
She was taunting a rather handsome young stagehand she'd met only a few hours previously, and as neither of them had much to do, it had devolved into a game of hide and seek, though Meg was purposely not very good at hiding. She rather liked him.
Still giggling, she opened what she assumed was a closet and squeezed inside...
...only to find that it wasn't much of a squeeze.
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 16:21:56 GMT -5
*The Doctor looked up, glasses on, from the console of the TARDIS. It had been making a strange whirring sound lately. Well, stranger than usual. He switched off the sonic screwdriver and hung the rubber mallet back on its hook.*
"Hullo," *he said brightly.*
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 16:26:43 GMT -5
Meg stared. There wasn't much else she could do, other than start backing away and saying "Sorry, I thought this was a closet."
She swallowed and grinned a little nervously.
"Bigger on the inside than on the outside..."
((*bows* I HAVE NOW USED THE EXTENT OF MY KNOWLEDGE!))
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 16:30:31 GMT -5
"Exactly!" *the Doctor beamed.* "And no, not a closet. Sorry. Were you looking for a broom? I might have one."
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 16:32:29 GMT -5
"I was trying to hide, that's all..."
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 16:39:57 GMT -5
*The Doctor looked alarmed. Or maybe excited. It was hard to tell.*
"From what? Not the Sontarans again, is it?"
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 16:40:37 GMT -5
"The what? No, a stagehand."
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 16:51:42 GMT -5
"Oh, of course," *he said, though it hadn't really occurred to him that aliens weren't invading.* "Plenty of room to hide here, of course. But you noticed that."
*He stepped forward, his converse sneakers making no sound on the metal grating of the floor.*
"I'm the Doctor," *he said.*
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 16:54:24 GMT -5
"Meg Giry..." she said tentatively, looking him over. He wasn't dressed like anyone she'd ever seen, and the room, or whatever, had far too many nonsensical-seeming iron struts for comfort. And she didn't even want to know what that thing in the middle was.
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 17:05:05 GMT -5
(( TARDIS interior, if you're curious.)) *He looked at her as if he could tell everything she'd ever was or ever be, and liked it just fine.* "Well, Meg Giry, it is a pleasure. Don't mind the T.A.R.D.I.S.; she always makes that noise."
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 17:07:54 GMT -5
"What's a- a- wait, there's someone else here?"
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 17:09:42 GMT -5
"Oh! No, sorry." *The Doctor patted the console.* "The T.A.R.D.I.S. This ship; I'm romantic that way, I guess, calling it 'she.' Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 17:11:44 GMT -5
"The ship!?"
Okay, so he was out of his mind. She was beginning to really dislike her inability to open the door without turning around.
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2008 17:14:19 GMT -5
"I'm not really explaining this, am I?" *he said.* "I'm a Time Lord. I travel through time and space, using this ship. Which, yes, looks like a big blue box. But if you think I'm crazy, ask yourself where I got this."
*He pulled a slinky out of his pocket and bounced it between his hands.*
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Post by Meg Giry on May 13, 2008 17:16:02 GMT -5
"That's a mechanical coil of some sort," said Meg. "Like a spring, or something. From a factory."
She swallowed again.
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