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 Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:53 pm
::The penguin looks up::
What's up, Doc?
::The Doctor tilts his head.::
Time-travel device. Of a sorts. Nowhere near as sophisticated as the TARDIS, of course, but still...
::Frobisher shrugs::
Well, you just stand there an' admire it. I'm going to look for some grub!
::The penguin waddles to the kitchen::
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:55 pm
*kicks the door open and stalks in glaring around*
DOX! scream
*stomps over to Querl Who*
Why are dressed like that? And why did you turn my girlfriend into a hairy and horny hepcat from Great Britain?
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Reverse those questions!
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:58 pm
::raises an eyebrow::
Well I can't very well answer the second one, and I'll have you know that this coat is the HEIGHT of fashion all across the cosmos, young man!
::adjusts his coat proudly::
And who exactly are YOU?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:59 pm
Wait...you're not green anymore...and why are you British too? WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE? gonk
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:01 pm
I'm not British, per se, though I am quite fond of the lovely place...Seems rather far away from where we are right now, though. In fact...everything seems rather far away. I would say that this...is an In-Between-ish sort of place...
::At that point, Frobisher waddles back in the room, carrying a can of sardines::
Hey, Doc, do you happen to have a key for-oh. Hello.
::The penguin tilts his head at Powell::
Who's the new guy, Doc?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:04 pm
eek
Penguin...talking...so cute...
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:06 pm
::The Doctor rolls his eyes::
He's not really a penguin. He's a Whifferdill.
::The penguin puts his flippers on his waist, indignant::
Hey, Doc! I'll have you know I make a perfectly suitable penguin! It's my best shape-shift. I won the hand of my ex-wife as a penguin!
Yes, EX-wife, let's do remember that part, shall we? Anyways. This fellow seems upset about some sort of recent skullduggery with reality. I have to agree with him...something feels rather out of place.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:08 pm
Uh...yea! My previously hot and lavender girlfriend is now a hairy British(and International) Man of Mystery from the swinging 60's! The last person she remembers talking is...well...someone you look exactly like if you were green!
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:09 pm
Yes! That explains it! I know now what feels out of place. It's ME!
::The penguin sighs as he puts down the can of sardines, apparently not to be opened right now::
What're ya talking about, Doc? You don't seem out of place to me...
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:16 pm
Hm...I'm not used to being right about stuff...
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:19 pm
You're not right, I am. I'm the Doctor; I'm always right.
::The penguin nods::
He usually is, ya know.
Not usually, Frobisher. Always. What you have going on here, is clearly a case of reality alteration, in this In-Between place. It has no set timeline; no continuity. Bits and pieces of other places cobbled together into the semblance of SOMEthing. And someone, probably this green fellow you're mentioning, has decided to play around with the rules. Which, as you can see, is resulting in some interesting variations.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:22 pm
You certainly have his ego....anyway...how do I get my girl back?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:25 pm
It's not ego when it's accuracy, lad. And I would say, judging from the nature of this place, that any attempt to change it would be merely temporary. In-between places don't lend themselves to permanence. It's in the very nature of their being, as sinkholes of reality, the low places where chaos and order drip in order to even themselves out to equal levels.
::the penguin leans over to Powell::
When he gets too technical, I usually just sorta smile and nod till he's done.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:32 pm
*smiles and nods*
I just want my Clarice back...
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:35 pm
Then exercise some patience. Things will be back to - what PASSES for NORMAL - around here in due time.
::The Doctor pours himself a chocolate soda::
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