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cricketycricket wrote in paradisa
-- annnnnnnd thank you for your time.

[Five watches the last of his tour groups mill away, chattering amongst each other, and leans up against a colonne with a satisfied sigh]

Well, that's enough of that to last me for a while. I must say, though, it's been an awful lot of fun. Been a good while since I set foot on Ile-de-la-Cite, though now I suppose I know it back-to-front more than any Time Lord ought. I am a bit disappointed at the lack of unexpected surprises on the tours - back home, I'd be likely to get halfway through and have to contend with a Cyberman, or a Sontaran, or a Silurian ....

[he runs a hand over the column, and frowns. what they found in Libet is still dogging him, horribly] ... or the Master. .... Oh, well. I hope everyone's had a happy Christmas, at any rate. I've gifts for some of you, but they were all in the TARDIS, and well - she's a bit fishy right now, truth be told, so you'll have to be patient with me until we're back to brass tacks. Quite sorry.

[The Ubiquitous Anti-First-Gen/Villain/What Have You Filter]

So, I had a chat with Reno Browne and Roy Harper, the other day. Thought you might like to know...


[last open Paris post for Five! he'll be wandering around Paris at large, today, being Doctory, so find him wherever you like!]

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Action! - If not too late :D

[By this point, Dairine is rather confident in her knowledge of Parisian streets. After all, she’s spent a large portion of her trip exploring them.

Which is part of the reason why Dairine is running down the street instead of walking like any sensible person would.

Unfortunately her knowledge of Parisian streets doesn’t NOT include the location of the Doctor. So when she goes around the corner, Dairine ends up running
right into him.

Um, oops?

[there is a very audible OOF as the Doctor gets the wind knocked out of him, but he manages to catch himself - and her - before they tumble to the ground]

Goodness! Are you alright?

[Dairine is briefly stunned from the impact. Did she just... Yeah, this was mostly her fault, wasn’t it. She just got lucky that this man was kind enough not to let her fall.]

Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about that--

[….Wait. That voice. Doesn’t she… It couldn’t be…!]

3/3 - In which I have no decent icons for this

[Dairine looks up in shock, at a face she never thought she’d see again. Holy. Powers. above.

Congratulations Doctor. You’ve rendered her speechless.

[he makes sure she's steady, and then he's doing a bit of staring of his own. it doesn't last long, though, before he smiles]

So, I take it you made it out of the service corridor, did you?

[While they stare, Dairine recalls her Ordeal with vivid clarity. Her first trip off planet. It had been wonderful, exciting, and—yes, dangerous. For the first time in her life, Dairine had been truly out of her depth.

If not for a certain stranger, it could have been her last.

And if Dairine had any doubts of his identity, that statement erases them all.

You— you were at the Crossings! The man at the bar!

yeah guess who found a PDF and added to her headcanon. <3

As a matter of fact, I was.

[he picks himself up - then her, too - and dusts off his coat. as he straightens his precious celery, he glances around] And unless you're being pursued by someone else - which, 'round here, I really do hope you aren't - I think we've time for a proper introduction, this time around.

[Oh, that's right... She hadn't gotten his name back then. Was a bit busy, running for her life.

Dairine brushes herself off, but can't seem to stop staring. This almost doesn't seem real.

No, not this time. [No hostiles this time.]

Marvellous. [there's still mischief in his smile, but it's a lot broader than the last time she saw him] A pleasure to properly meet you, then - I'm the Doctor.

[and with that, he tips his hat]

[Dairine smiles back, uncertain but friendly.]

The Doctor? [It's... an odd name (or title?), though Dairine supposes she's heard stranger.]

I'm Dairine Callahan. It's good to see you again.

It's so undeniably perfectly HIM.

Yes, just the Doctor. Some here call me Lakare, though, if you'd rather. ... So, how long have you been in Paradisa, Dairine?

And without ever mentioning a name or the Tardis. Pure brilliance. *_*

No, no, the Doctor's fine.

[So he knows about Paradisa! It might not be Neets or Roshaun, but hey, it's someone she knows. ...Loosely.]

Oh, a little over a month now.

It really really is. I was skeptical, but... <3

Oh, that's not long at all in the scheme of things. ... Anything I might still be able to help you make sense of? Sometimes everyone gets most of their questions answered right off, but then again, I've known people to be here months without learning what a filter is.

Ironically, I loved the character before I even watched Doctor Who.

Long enough for me to get a feel of the place. [Not that Dairine likes it much. But knowing is half the battle. She's been reading the journal to fill in what she isn't told directly.

But there
is one topic that has been bothering her for awhile and, well, he did offer.]

What do you know about the First Gens?

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