Well that was unexpected...

[1elevenses1.livejournal.com]

[He's not exactly sure where he's landed. Everything had been going just fine until the TARDIS hit some sort of rough patch and spun suddenly off course. It took a lot of frantic button mashing and throwing of levers to get her out of the vortex and onto the nearest planet.]

Easy, easy.... [he pats the console and moves cautiously to the doors, poking his head out to investigate.]

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There's a very busy Doctor with a backpack on his back that's loaded with a mess of wires. He pokes his head up to see the arrival of another TARDIS on the cold Plass and with a raise of an eyebrow he smiles. Its either Wee or well now the head sticking out confirms it's not Wee.

He takes his time to think of how not to be rude and insulting to his other self. "Hello there. I'm going to guess you're here to refuel." The Doctor goes to take the backpack off to stuff back into his TARDIS near the pathway to the Torchwood tourist booth.

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You! ...I mean me... I mean what are you doing here? [he pauses, watching his younger incarnation flit about like a mad butterfly.]

Refueling right... Well! I thought I was doing fine fuelwise and- [he pales a bit when he realizes where they are]

Cardiff.

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The Doctor just stares at his older face and he scrunches his own up. "Nope. I'm still not getting that face of yours or well mine." He keeps his hands away from the bow-tie and he'll leave this Eleven with his neck wear. He smiles just a bit. "I've been here for weeks, I'd like to ask you that question first. Oh, don't expect the universe to crash into itself..."

There's then a very ominous voice. "Oh, course it's going to do that on its own very soon." He pucks his lips together and he continues. "Well if I don't have anything to do or say about it."

"Yes. Cardiff. There's no connection of the Eye of Harmony so we need to get our petrol from somewhere."

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We? Oh right. [he closes the door to his TARDIS and looks around. So far he's pleased to see that despite his proximity to Torchwood Jack doesn't appear to be popping out of the woodwork. Avoiding him has been tough work recently]

It's been a pretty long stint since I've run into a few other regenerations, so i guess I shouldn't be surprised- [The Doctor breaks off frowning] What are you talking about? Is this about the cracks?

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[Doctor can see +1 blue box that's not exactly like his own in a number of different ways, perched atop a small truck. The door opens, and he is then treated to the sight of what looks like - to all intents and purposes, anyway - like the Master in his Saxon days, except a lot scruffier since he's been effecting repairs to his own TARDIS.

Head will then proceed to pop back inside rather rapidly.]

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...... [he shuts the door and steps forward before setting off at a run towards the other TARDIS]

Wait!

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[Good thing for him that it's not going anywhere quickly, then. Unfortunately, the Doctor's shout was rather muffled by the doors being shut. Moments later, however, they're opening again.]

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[and the Doctor is running head on into him]

Umf!

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[Spares the Doctor a patiently blank look. Doing his best to ignore any and all pain that might have been induced.]

You know, there are some times when it wouldn't hurt to run a little slower.

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But it's you! How can it be you? [has his hands on the others shoulders now, as if checking to see he's real]

Unless it's not... [leans in close to examine his face]

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

Not - what, exactly?

[But he's already realising which flavour of Doctor this was, and yelled sideways into his TARDIS for tea. Completely disregarding the proximity of the Doctor's ears as he did so.]

[1elevenses1.livejournal.com]

AHHH what are you doing?! [rubs his ear]

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

Asking a question and calling for tea. The question being, what were you about to say?

[He then holds the door open. His TARDIS is somewhat darker than normal, as it's still fuelling up, but apart from that it's rather elegantly done in a coral-Victorian theme. Koschei figures that since they're already there, his TARDIS would be as good a point as any to use to show that he wasn't the man the Doctor had known.]

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... [he can feel his hearts sinking in disappointment.] That you're not who I thought you were.

[shoulder slumping a bit, he takes a moment to admire the TARDIS]

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

Probably not, no. [He quirks a smile at the other Time Lord.] Similar experiences, but not the same. Koschei. And you can come in if you want to.

[Not just to show off, the Doctor and he probably looked like right loonies conversing on top of the truck right in front of the big blue box.]