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[daft_old_man]

WHO: daft_old_man and YOU!
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: general weirdness
SUMMARY: Today is one of those days where the Doctor does something normal. Of course nothing he does can ever be too normal!
FORMAT: whatever makes you happy bb!



[He's standing calf high in the man-made lake at the park's center his trousers rolled up his skinny legs and his coat tossed on a nearby bench. People stare at him as he converses with the ducks and geese that have wandered closer to this strange being. It would seem that they're all having a fantastic conversation with the man although that could also be the large bag of stale bread pieces he has in his hand.]

Comments

[daft_old_man]

[Gives her a very serious look]

I never kid about aliens.

[hairwasmyroom.livejournal.com]

Have you met a lot before? Were they mean? [She looks enthralled and a little worried at the same time.]

[daft_old_man]

[He grins and there's a twinkle in his eye] Oh I've met a few here and there. Good dressers, you know.

[hairwasmyroom.livejournal.com]

Yeah? It's good they weren't naked. That's not a good first impression to make, y'know?

[daft_old_man]

Unless they don't believe in clothes or are too large to fit clothing common to most humanoid shaped beings. Clothing isn't as common as you would believe.

[hairwasmyroom.livejournal.com]

Oh, that makes sense! [She nods along, breaking her bread into pieces and tossing it.]

I wonder if aliens on other planets know about polka dots or gingham.

[daft_old_man]

[The smile he offers is huge]

Oh, yes, polka dots are very in. Well, except on Atross Five where they're a sign of the green cough and you're killed on sight, but everywhere else they're a big smash!

[hairwasmyroom.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen.] Killed on sight? Wow, that's harsh.

[daft_old_man]

To be fair it's a very violent plague.

[hairwasmyroom.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. I guess they had to do what they did to keep everyone from dying.

[daft_old_man]

And it tends to keep the sightseers at bay. Nothing throws off the image of a planet like the smell of burning bodies in the evening.

[hairwasmyroom.livejournal.com]

[Erin makes a face.]

Definitely wouldn't want to visit there. Or have a layover from another planet.