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030 [video]

Ah, it's been nice to be back in my own body. Last week wasn't particularly what I would call pleasant, though we've had worse tricks played on us by the Animus. Not that I'm any more pleased with them, of course.

It really is strange to watch seasons pass by sequentially in an Earth fashion. Time Lord and all, I hardly lived my lives in anything close to a linear path through time. How...quaint. A little dull and so slow but I suppose it has a bit of charm to it.

I am looking forward to proper snow. Ooh, we can even build snowmen, have snowball fights, it'll just be like childhood.

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...I have a question. Do you know how to knit? If so... [He looks more than a little uncomfortable and hesitant about this next part.] Would it be possible for you to teach me the basics?

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[There's a faint blush at that, before he clears his throat and looks away, reaching for his tea instead.] Aaaaaanyway...

Oh, you and your blushing. You ought to tone that down, lest you start giving me any ideas.

[He doesn't even try to defend his blush this time.] Do you want to hear the story or not?

Oh, I suppose. And things were just starting to get fun.

Fun?

The kind of fun that apparently involves you getting all hot and bothered.

[That's really just...not fair. He chokes on his tea and goes red all over again.] M-Master!

You saying my name like that isn't helping matters any. [He just laughs, crossing his arms to pillow behind his head.]

Shut it!

Why, when I'm having so much fun?

You are a terrible person. I don't know why I'm so nice to you when you just repay me with this.

It's simple. You still adore me.

Hmph. That's what you'd like to think, isn't it?

Perhaps.

[He clears his throat, trying to cover up the bright color splashed across his face.]

Right. Um. Story.

Fine. Story, then.

Unless you'd rather I just leave now...?

[Eyeroll.] Tell the story, Doctor.

Weeeeell, it all started on a empty spaceship...I was with Rose and Mickey the Idiot then. [He smiles slightly in recollection.]

[Not going to bother asking. He just waits for him to continue.]

[He pauses.] Long or short version?

Whatever you feel like.

Alright.

We found this Victorian fireplace in the ship, and on the other side was a little girl. I found a way to get in. [A huge smile spreads across his face.] Victorian France! It was a window through time to France in the 1700's! Ahh, it was genius.

....And hooooow is a fireplace suddenly a time traveling machine?

Time window. [Look, it just happens, okay.]

Aaanyway. This little girl had a broken clock, but something was still ticking. There were these...[He pauses, trying to think of a way to describe them.] A bit like robots. Weeeeell, they were robots. But clocks too. There'd been one hiding under Reinette's bed, and it answered only to her. And it had been scanning her brain. Anyway. It said she wasn't complete. So I left, went back to tell Rose and Mickey. But there was a time discrepancy. It had only been a few minutes for me, a week for Reinette, and five hours for my companions.

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