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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor sits at one of the tables in the lounge. He is taking notes on a piece of paper and sipping coffee that he has, yet again, taken from Spider Jerusalem's office--though he's left some money and a note to pay for it. Next to his coffee mug (which reads 'Per mare per terras'*) is a printout.

If someone were to read his notebook, it would look something like this:




After he finishes writing, he begins to read the printout, which is All About Homecoming Customs in the late 20th century United States.]


((*Because I'm a geek...that's the motto of David Tennant's ancestral clan, the MacDonalds. Translates to 'by sea and by land', which I thought was appropriate for a traveller.))

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[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream nods slowly.

This place is an odd oasis. But a good one.

I think you are here for a reason.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[grimly] To not be a martyr for a while, perhaps?

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

If that's what you think.

Dimly, the sound of a raven's caw -- mixed in with rapid-fire speech -- may be heard from outside the window. Dream rises and walks to it, and lets in a plump black bird. They converse for a moment, and then Dream turns to the Doctor.

I must take care of something in my realm. I will see you next week?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He's unfazed by the rather strange sight, and nods.] Or before then.