Sensorium [Open]

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Fitz, like many others on board this big, icky, moist spaceship from hell, was making good use of the sensoriums.

He had sequestered himself in a huge mock-ballroom lined in mirrors, and was chainsmoking so heavily there was a slight haze.He had a stack of cigarette packs by him, apparently not noticing any sort of short supply like his fellow addicts, and he was tuning a guitar that didn't really exist (And thus didn't need to be tuned, but he was ignoring that.)

He could still feel the plantsuit pulsing around him under his fake old clothing, a horrendus mash of plaid and hawaiian print with a leather jacket thrown on top.

The strange fashion disaster of a young (?) man started to croon around the fag in his mouth. "Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away..."

It's up to you, oh brave observer, if you want to venture near the living sixties mess, or just stare and move on. Fitz couldn't care either way. ...Unless you're a hot bird. Yes, please.

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The Doctor is wandering past the sensoriums for no particular reason (no, really) when he notices the music. He recognizes that voice.

Popping his head into the room, he blinks and smiles. Oh, Fitz. Such a wonder. Such an exercise in fashion disasters.

A second later, 'Leven finds himself wandering in to lean against a wall near his old companion and listen.

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Fitz pauses and looks up at him. It's the future-Doctor from before-- weird.

"Hullo, then." He says awkwardly.

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Aw, is the music stopping? 'Leven tries not to look disappointed.

"Hullo," the Doctor says back, crossing his arms (not to hide his pudge, he is not self-conscious about the pudge).

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Fitz stops and starts a few sentences before returning to playing guitar.


After a moment, he stops again. "..So where are we now, Doc?"

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"Physically?" He pauses, considers. "Dunno. They stuck me in engineering, under a teenager." Though not literally. "It's a bit weird."

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Literally would be weird. "Figured you'd be in charge of this whole mess."

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And awkward, too. "Apparently I'm a genocidal maniac who cannot be trusted." He pulls a face to demonstrate precisely what he thinks of that.

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"Oi, where'd they get that idea?" Poor, unknowing Fitz.

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"Because the Master told them about," oh wait, Fitz doesn't know, does he, this needs to be worded delicately, "when are you from again?"

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"Who?" Fitz is baffled.

"..You, me, an' Trix jumping down the rabbit hole."

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"Ah. Yes, that." How to word this? How to word this?

Only one way, really. "Well, long story short, the Master's my arch-nemesis, ex-school chum, fellow Time Lord, and he keeps going around telling people I blew up Gallifrey."

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"Wot? Again?" And then: "...You never tell me anything."

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"Yeah, I di- you weren-, that's... it was after you."

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"'After me'? Wot d'you mean by 'after me'?"

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"Well. I meant after you got podded, obviously. It's later in the general timeline."

'Leven is such a coward.

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"...Right." Fitz is totally not a jealous boyfriend.

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Oh god, just what the Doctor needs. Two jealous boyfriends, some strange woman who won't admit he is who he is, and Harkness all on the same ship.

At least one of them isn't going to make it out whole, of this he is certain. He's also fairly positive that one will be him.

"Yeah."

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And Fitz would continue to be suspicious at him, but, well, it's the Doctor. "Jus' don't go and forget me again, all right? It's bloody awkward."

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"Forget you? What?"

He'd forgotten about that.

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"You've gone amnesiac about the amnesiac bit? Brilliant."

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"No, it simply slipped my memory. Been a while. Are those new shoes?"

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"No, they're shoes I've never had, git."

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"So, technically speaking, they are new."

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"All right then, technically they are."

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"Nice."