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[ Charles is standing in a field. Behind him - in a distance is a house that is his in Westchester in 1962. It's quiet here, and he is enjoying the quiet, though he definitely wasn't expecting it. Last he recalled, he was dripping wet and standing aboard a CIA ship. This was a pleasant surprise, and he was mostly aware that it was a dream. He let his hands slip into his pockets as he took to the quiet grounds.

It is bright outside, cloud free. He looks up, a smile spread across his lips. He thinks of Raven, and how much she might enjoy a few moments here with him. Then he thinks of those CIA agents that he had just met. The clouds change just a little bit when his thoughts change, briefly darkening. The smile fades, just a little, and is replaced with curiosity and a bit of concern.

He turns on a heel and looks around. He's never had a dream be so vivid. ]

[[ ooc; yaaaaaay. finally first posting. Also! permissions posts are good for telepaths. You can also note here on yes or no on mind-reading. :) ]]

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Well, now you won't get lost.

And I will have company! Always better with two. Or more than two. Two is the starting point.

More the merrier. My house has always been a pretty quiet place.

How do you stand it?

I have a sister of sorts.

Sisters. Oh, sisters, they are amazing. Until they get a little touchy when they grow up. Then you're wondering what you did wrong.

A little touchy? It isn't so bad, just how they are.

Clearly, you've never seen a Time Lady. Well, no! Of course you haven't. You thought the human puberty cycle was bad for females? Wow! Nope. Nowhere near what a Time Lady goes through.

I have plenty of excitement in my life.

[ Grin as he walks with his hands in his pockets. ]

Besides, quiet is good for studying. When I want noise, I go to a pub.

Nah, there's better places to go than a pub!

I quite like pubs. Noisy, people, drinks. All the makings of a good night out.

Once you try a lounge in the Roaring Twenties, you'll never go back.

I can see the appeal. I was fond of the forties. Especially after the war.

Given your age and the way you're dressed, I would say you were still young in the late forties.

I was a teenager. So quite young, still.

And the year now?

It's 1962.

[ The Doctor counts on his fingers. ]

...Seven, no eight--no--seven years before the Moon La--oh. I can't tell you about that. Spoilers, and what a doozey it is! [ Though he quiets at the realization that if Charles is from his world, then that would mean in '69... well. He'd rather not think about that. ] Anyways! 1962, that'd be the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Sorry?

[ You future people, talking about what will happen. ]

There's not really been any sort of crisis. Just minor things, but no crisis.

[ He whirls back around to face Charles, leaning into his personal bubble and looking him over. ]

I guess you'll get to experience it. Make sure you're stocked up! Well, no, there's no need to stock up, but, if you feel the need to, then do so! But, angry Soviets and Americans aside, what's below the mansion?