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A date? What date? With who?

Oh, just some guy I met here Doctor.

Just some guy. ...Is he human? Sto citizen? What time period? ...Oh, he's not that Casanova chap, is he?

*is going to do a background check on whomever you tell him it is, Astrid, just watch*

Human I think, this time period. Although you can't always tell here, special powers and all that.

"This" time period? ...Astrid, this is the multiverse, there *is* no time period.

*is clearly concerned—she's dating someone she met in the multiverse without knowing any details? He can't have that. They might be a--OI THEY MIGHT BE THE MASTER*

He's not...wears a suit, pouts a lot, absolutely no facial hair, calls himself the Master? Harry Saxon?

Right, no time period. Well modern then, by Earth standards. 2008?

*is trying to remain vague on purpose*

Why? Who's he? He does wear a suit though, very suave looking.

*is completely oblivious, because, ack, the mere possibility of her having met the Master is So Not Good*

He's...never mind who he is, he's someone you're never going to meet. ...Suave? Oh, that's not— *wait a second, here* You don't know his name?

*may finally be catching on. Maybe*

Don't be daft, of course I know his name, I wouldn't even consider going on a date with someone whose name I didn't know-- at the very least!

His name is-- *cue eyes looking up here as she plucks a name out of thin air* -- George.

George? *uh-huh, right. Definite skepticism now. And, no, he's not going to ask 'George who?' :\*

Yes George. *nod* Why, do you know him?

*she's kind of wishing she hadn't try to pull this stunt now - smile Astrid - it hides all!*

*is now trying not to smile* No. ...Does he work for a man in a yellow hat?

*he's not going to help her out, here, but he's not going to put her on the spot and make her admit what she's up to*

I wouldn't think so, he was the business sort. Wine bars and cellphones.

*oh vot! tangled web and hole in ground please*

That is alright isn't it? I mean with you, not that-- well it's polite to let you know.

*now his expression has switched from panicked "please say you're not dating my psychotic BFF" to fond—with that edge of distance and awkwardness he assumes when he's skirting around emotional vulnerabilities, both his and others'*

It's your life, Astrid. *he rubs the back of his head* Though...wine bars and mobiles? 2008? George? Couldn't find someone a bit more...'took the path less?' Different drummer, not Frequent Flyer?

*oh, look, someone else's turn to be ambiguous*

*sigh - I've already found one of those Doctor - only he's about as emotionally oblivious as an angelic Host!*

Well I did say I hadn't decided, not really my type. ~~But you are~~. And yes it's my life, so on the whole-- in general, you're fine with it?

*and she's got to deal with *two* of them pulling this act. The "oh, I don't care but I do but I've been doing this to young women for hundreds of years and then I go and complain about being lonely" act*

Oh, yes. Yes, it's fine. Just fine. *and by this point, he's pretty clear that they are not talking about a real date but about Something Else Entirely. He's not going to admit to that, though*

Say, I haven't made you pay up for that bet, yet, have I? You come back from your date, I'll show you around...mm, Edo. Cherry blossoms and floating worlds. Rice wine bars. How's that?

Edited 2008-11-06 23:56 (UTC)

Oh well that's-- good-- then. *cynical face - forced smile*

You know, actually I'll think I'll just cancel, didn't really fancy it-- him-- anyway. *nonchalent shrug* Because that sounds amazing!

It does, doesn't it? *pleased-with-himself!Doctor is pleased with himself. Also, Astrid's slip for 'it' instead of 'him' confirms that she's not actually dating random multiversal men. Which is good. He'd have to figure out if he was jealous or just...protective, that's all, looking out for her, if she was*

You're sure? Wouldn't want to stand old George up, just to spend a day with the dandies and dilettantes of Tokugawa Japan. Oh, Bashou! I'll have to introduce you. Man of few words, but each one's a gem.

You're kidding! Floating worlds and Bashou sound much more engaging than the FTSE index and what year the rioja wine came from. *Astrid smirks - well there's no harm in making a fictional man sound so infinitely boring* I was starting to get flashbacks of Rickston Slade, that would never do.

*that figuring out he has to do, is pretty much the same quandary Astrid needs to work out because his fake 'not minding' was as transparent as a pane of glass - and Astrid's writer will just continue to cringe at the typos in her previous post*

Edited 2008-11-07 18:18 (UTC)

*the Doctor? Transparent? Never! ~~Also, one typo here and there has not killed the Internet yet!~~*

Well, they're not literally floating. It's more a metaphor. Here today, gone tomorrow, all life is fleeting, reality's a dream, you can't take it with you, etcetera. Meant to be sobering, but, people, you know, any excuse for a party, why build shrines when you could build theatres and really good restaurants?

Blimey, Slade? Can't have that.

*and he'll offer her his arm, to escort her to...well, his TARDIS, this time. This is the Doctor pretending the situation is not at all loaded or awkward by doing something that would make it *more* loaded or awkward if it *was* loaded or awkward, so clearly it's not because otherwise he wouldn't do this, would he?*