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When: Master's Wardrobe Plot
Who: Rex Matheson

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Where: The Manor

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Rex was going to take it easy, he occasionally looked up to watch a few RAF planes fly off in the distance to fight the good fight. He's got a bottle of Scotch that he managed to dig out of a cabinet that he's sure the original owner left behind.

In order to make use of his time here Rex went to go take his bottle of Scotch outside so he can drink it in relative peace inside one of the barns. There of course he came to glance at an old World War I plane or two in there. His guess is the old owner was a bit of a collector so inside his little hole from the rest of the world Rex went. He went to see what else the old barn had hidden in it besides some rusty old tools. "And this is World War II's idea of fun."

"Time travel is not for me," Rex grumbled, as he opened the bottle of Scotch and he poured it into a clean jar.

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Esther, on the other hand, found the idea of being in the past much more exciting. She'd always been fascinated with history and actually being there was more fun than she'd expected. She'd spent time exploring the house from top to bottom, knowing full well that a lot of the things in the manor were not authentic 1940s. It was enough to keep her busy for several hours, though.

Then, like always, she noticed Rex. Or rather the lack of Rex and it worried her so she headed outside after a trail of footprints in the snow that lead to the barn.

"So much for clandestine." Esther called out as she pushed open the barn's door. "You OK?"

Of course the hanger wasn't heated and Rex was going to brave the cold. He was just going to drink a bit of old Scotch and go through the papers of the former owner.

He looked over his shoulder and he saw Esther come in. "Yeah, it's a little hard to hide me in the snow. I know. I know. I screwed up." He laughs a little bit and he leans back in the old chair. "So what do you think? I'd say this is more World War I's style." He points to the old biplane from decades ago. "And, you're not going to dress me up like Snoopy."

Esther brought a jacket for Rex. She walks closer, wrapping her arms around the jacket partially out of being cold and partially from being nervous.

"Oh," she looks down at the floor at she stops next to him. "I followed your footsteps." Esther says as she eyes the bottle of Scotch in Rex's hands. "It's cold in here." She comments very softly. "You should come back inside."

Rex wasn't happy that he looked like Jack in his outfit of choice but the shirt and pants fit. Rex took another drink from the bottle and he hands it over to Esther. "Feel free to take a drink. I somehow doubt the original owners of this place are coming back."

"Its cold in the house too Esther." Rex takes the jacket and he throws it on. "So this is our first trip outside of the 21st century. Okay, it's not a major trip. So what do you think?"

She takes the bottle from him and indulges in a tiny sip. Then another. "No one in our old job would believe us if we told them we were doing this." Esther muses before handing the bottle back.

"It's colder out here." Esther doesn't push, though she does smiles when Rex puts the coat on. "It's not as amazing as I thought it would be." She downplays how excited she is to match Rex's mood. No sense in bragging about how much fun she's having.

Rex looks at the bottle and he stares at it for a moment. He really needs to cut back and he puts it down on the table behind him. "They would call us crazy wouldn't they?"

"Yeah, they could of picked somewhere a lot warmer. I'm sure Havana would of been a better choice location." Rex looks at the jacket and it fits with the period they're in. "I need to find a nice hat to go with this." He's slowly starting to come around to what they're doing. "Think of it this way. We're not stuck babysitting."

Esther can't help but wonder if Rex picked up that habit when he was injured and couldn't die. She takes the bottle from him and smiles. "They used to call us crazy anyway. You especially." She teases before setting the bottle far away from him. "How are you?" She asks, meaning it in multiple ways. Esther reaches for Rex's hand and squeezes it.

She smiles. "You're good with kids." Esther points out. She knows Rex's new immortality means he may not ever want to have kids of his own. How could someone live with outliving their children? She knows he won't ask Jack, any of them, for advice either. "I bet the Doctor's ship has hats."

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