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That's not a bad thing though, right?

[ The Doctor scrunches his face together in disgust. ] The idea is absolutely horrible. Who wants to live in a house of all places?

Horrible? I wouldnt go that far. Where else would you live? An apartment? A shack? A riverboat? Hm.. I guess there are lots of other places you could live.

I live in a caravan! It's not glued down to anyone place or time for that matter. [ He lets the whole bit with the time drift off. ] Who'd want stay in one place for long? There's so much to see and do, and with such little time to do it in.

What, like a traveling nomad kinda thing? *Yeah, Jamie misses that time bit, too* I've only really ever been in one place my whole life.

A bit like that. [ He reaches his hand up to rub the back of his neck, and he's careful to avoid any further slip-ups. ] Of course, I did the whole growing up bit, but once I had the chance to hit the open road, I took it and never looked back.

With other people? *he nods, wishing he could do that* Did you travel to a lot of places right when you left home, or did it take you a while to save up?

I tend to pick-up a few hitchhikers, we never seem to travel with another for long, but they all have lives to tend to. [ He leaves out lots of details on purpose. ]

I took off running, I went anywhere my mind fancied and I didn't really worry about money. And I still don't.

Yeah, I guess even hitchhikers have places to get to. I think I'd be too fidgety for something like that.

Lucky you. *he laughs, cause he wishes that would be case. He wishes he didnt have to worry about the money he made for the roof he wants to keep over his head* I haven't even made it past the East coast.

Yeah, they do and we tend to have a blast along the way, and some just happen to be fellow travelers. [ The Doctor shuts up for a moment, and he takes a quick look around him to see where it is he is. ]

I've been all over, and places like New York tend to just be a stop over for more exotic places.

Sounds like the perfect kind of life, actually. I hope to travel one day.

Hey, New York is fab! It can be as exotic as you make it. You can find anything here.

Oh it is! And, I'm sure you'll get a chance to travel the world. [ The Doctor smiles. ] Course it is, and it is a legend in its own right. And, there's plenty to do if you're willing to go off the beaten track.

That and I do fancy the museums here.

What brought this on?

[ The Doctor is just doing a little bit of maintenance on the TARDIS, he's under the console as he pokes his head up with a nervous smile on his face. ] The TARDIS is old, she's older than I am and I always wonder how much longer she's got in her.

I'd go mad with the idea of having to think of being glued to living in a proper house. [ The idea is completely nerve wracking, and he pops back under the console with his sonic in hand. ] These are very troubling thoughts that run through my head sometimes, and I for one don't like them.

Have you always traveled?

I like off the beaten track. It's usually cheaper, too. Where are you from originally?

But you two are basically immortal. [ Have a reassuring smile in your direction, Doctor. That's what Rose thinks, anyways. It's easier to imagine a universe without herself in it than one without him flying about time and space in his blue box, changing lives.

She shrugs, leaning back against the console as she watches him, lips pursed. ]

Living in a house isn't so bad. I s'pose, with the right person and all. [ Throat cleared, she raises her gaze to the ceiling, pretending to be focused elsewhere. ]

Nor can I. I'll settle down when I'm dead.

I'm shocked.

[ Those are troubling words, and The Doctor clams up about what he's about to say to her. He came here to poke his nose into some 'alien' activity that's gotten the attention of the TARDIS. ] You'd be doing a lot of settling; a corpse isn't much for conversation to begin with.

But, think of yourself settling down to do the same thing for the rest of your life? And, to have the same job, house, and the typical humdrum that comes with humanity. [ He leans himself back against the TARDIS console, with a thoughtful grin on his face, and he rubs the back of his neck. ]

Really? [ The Doctor raises an eyebrow at the question. ] I'd think the whole inability to sit still is obvious.

I have, well except for when my caravan had broken down, without money I had to work. [ The Doctor pauses, and then the question of where he's from springs up.

He tries to play it cool, and of course, there's the accent if he claims Gallifrey to be a small village in Ireland. It worked before, so he gives it ago. ] I come from Gallifrey. It is a small town in Ireland, it is so small you won’t even find it on a map!

What kind of jobs did you do? Is... your caravan okay now?

*Jamie believes it easily, because he really has no reason not to* On any map? *he chuckles* I bet I could find it on Google maps. You can zoom right down to someone's window on that thing. I kinda figured a little cause of your accent.

[Koschei just gives a light scoff.] Oh, don't tell me that you've lost the ability to detect sarcasm, Theta.

[ By human terms he is immortal, he would live long without having to regenerate every so many thousands of years. The same is to be said about the TARDIS, but when one is willing to live on the edge and take risks a long life only goes so far.

The Doctor returns the smile to Rose, and then he pokes his head back down into the guts of the TARDIS to make the repairs she needs. ] Perhaps, but how do you lot deal with the monotony of it? Everything just goes in one very slow line, of getting up at dawn, having tea and scones, going to work, coffee breaks, lunches, meetings, and going home to look forward to doing the same thing over and over again!

[ He pokes his head back up, and he pushes himself out from the hole in the floor. ] Buuut, so long as the TARDIS keeps working I won't have to worry about living out a mundane life.

[ The Doctor hasn't heard anyone use his nickname in a long time, and he tosses Koschei look. The trouble of being a time traveler, one never knows who one is going to run into. ]

Theta? I haven't used that old nickname since my academy years. [ The Doctor sounds confused even if he might be a little hopeful he's come across another survivor of the Time Wars. ] But, I don't recognize that face.

I suppose you wouldn’t. [Koschei steps forwards, surveying him. Tall. Lanky. Tight-fitted navy suit. He clasps his hands behind his back and tilts his head up--damn his height in this regeneration.] I regenerated a number of years after I left Gallifrey. You never liked the Academy much, did you? Not that I blame you, of course, it was dreadful. Insipid.

[ The Doctor smiles when he thinks back to his youth, and he almost forgets about the conversation he was about to have. Still, it all leads back to the same topic. ] Yes of course it was dreadfully dull. I spent more time cutting class to explore the mountains outside of my home.

Borusa always did seem to be a bit, cross when he learned about my attendance or lack of it. [ Trips down memory lane are always fun. ] I don't know how I managed to graduate, and end up the genius that I am now.

I worked in a few garages, and yes, my caravan is doing just fine.

[ The Doctor looks a bit lost when Jamie brings up stuff like Google. ] This map thing seems to be a bit intrusive if you ask me.

So you're like a handy man type deal. That's cool.

Oh yeah, it's totally intrusive. I don't really like it at all, but it's super popular. You never used it before? Are you an old school map kinda guy?

Or the grounds of my Father’s estates. Mm, yes, I remember. [Then again, it was only a few centuries ago. Child’s play.]

You graduated because, against all evidence to the contrary, you are intelligent. [Not as much as Koschei is, of course--but then again, who is?] And, of course, my kind assistance. No small part.

[ For what seems like a few centuries ago seems like an eternity, and this is when it hits him. He ran into one of his most dangerous rivals, or one who will become with of his most dangerous rivals.

The Doctor lifts his head upwards, and he sways along on the ground as he takes a fond walk down memory lane. ] Running through the fields of red grass chasing after flutterwings. Ah, those were indeed good times worth remembering.

[ His voice is somber and there is a hint of sadness as he speaks of the greatness that he once called home. ] We were quite inseparable pair Koschei.

I'm pretty clever when it comes to doing things with my hands! [ The Doctor doesn't keep up with these trends, not when there are far more pressing matters to tend to. ]

No. As for maps, eeeeeh, you could say that I prefer the old paper map. There is of course asking people for directions, that one has never steered me wrong. That and the stars are pretty reliable.

Seems like it! So did you fix up your caravan all on your own, then?

Wow, you're really old school if you follows the stars as a map. Not that you're old. I think that's cool. It's hard to see the maps in a big city, though.

That I did! [ The Doctor says, with a upbeat tone in his voice. It is when he glances upwards to the sky, and of course, there is so much more that he senses. ]

You just need to find somewhere with plenty of dark space, and you will feel like you're in a different world. I'm sure there's places outside of the city that will give you this chance.

I could have used you about a month ago. My kitchen sink was dead.

*He looks up as well, but it's hard to see with all the other lights* I don't really get a chance to get out of the city very often. Hardly at all, actually.

Finding daisies blooming in the snow. Sneaking down to the fruit-stands in the capitol. Yes, how very idyllic.

[His lips finally quirk--ah, there it is. The little dawn of recognition! Oh, it's always delightful.]

Indeed. Whatever happened?

[ The trip down memory lane is a nice one, but it is when The Doctor finally recognizes just who it is he's talking with. ] What do you mean? Oh! The face! [ The Doctor put a hand to his chin, with a cheeky smile on his face. ]

I regenerated! [ He leaves out how many times he's done the act. ] What do you think?

What's keeping you from leaving the city?

I have a lot of things going here. I'm usually pretty busy. And up until a couple weeks ago I couldn't really afford it.

Oh? [ The Doctor is curious, and he does like having a chance when it comes to getting know the new people he has met during his travels. ] A trip to the countryside shouldn't be impossible if you make time for it.

Yeah, no you're right. I guess I just haven't really tried to make time for it. I work a lot on the weekends.

I'm sure if you ask your boss for a weekend to go on holiday they'd let you. A well rested worker is a productive worker if you ask me.

On no, no. I can't take a weekend off. They need me. And... well, I need them too. I'm well rested. I get Mondays off and Wednesdays most weeks. I just forget to get out of the city too, I guess.

Of, course you can take a day off for holiday! I'm sure they'd be glad to see you taking a chance to unwind. That's unless you have a very important job. [ The Doctor tilts his head to the side. ] And what is your job?

I don't think they would be very glad, but maybe I can ask anyway. I suppose I've been doing a little better this past month, money-wise. I already have my rent paid off. *he blinks for a moment, then laughs lightly, shaking his head* Oh no, not a very important job. I dance. At a club.

Oi, that's my race you're talking about. Be nice. [She's teasing, sensing his unease.]

Job and house I might not mind so much, only as long the job keeps me busy and I'm not somebody's desk monkey. Actually, I'd very much like the house. Perhaps I'll go buy one.

[ The Doctor smiles, he doesn't have a beef with humanity and he never has. The Doctor looks back to the TARDIS with a look of worry on his face, the fact she's not working right is troubling but having been drawn to this location is as well.

The console room doesn't have the shine it normally does, and there is something wrong with the engines. And, despite the smile on his face, The Doctor is anything but happy. ]

I am being nice! [ The Doctor whines a little bit. ] Yes, but anyway, I'm here not exactly by choice, Professor. Wait... Oh, never mind spoilers! You don't happen to have any clues do you? I'm more than fine with playing Sherlock Holmes, but if I can, get the TARDIS working again -- I would appreciate it.

[She smirks, putting both hands on her hips.] TARDIS broke down? Tsk, tsk, have you been running her too hard?

[She's so very tempted to go touch the TARDIS and ask what the poor doctor's done to her - but really, this younger him can be a bit of a hothead and she doesn't need to make him jealous. ~~Boys and their toys. Some things never change.~~]

What do you mean by clues? You're suspecting she's stuck for a reason - beyond the usual 'some poor soul needs your help' bit?

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eeeek 5ever late but yes!

And soooo many ideas from lastnight's episode.

ohman i geeked out at that metatron opening