007 | wizards in winter |

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ The Doctor simply nods to the dreamer as they find themselves in The TARDIS console room. He's flying around the console, as par usual, hitting random things and random dials. Sitting on his head is a cowboy hat. Somehow, it just works with the bowtie, suspenders and green coat. Don't ask. ]

Right then! I've got a special treat in mind. [ He turns away from the console, facing the dreamer with a smile on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest. ] I've got the TARDIS set up to land on one day of the year - any year - any place in any year! One special day. It comes around every year but it's the day that almost everyone looks forward to. All I have to do is hit the randomize blinker and we're off!

Call it a present! You'll understand when we land.


(( ooc: non-event post for December! The Doctor is taking your characters to a place they've never been before on December 24th--Christmas Eve! Just head on over to the R.N.G. and leave the number you picked somewhere in your post. The numbers are from 1-5. It can be brackets, subject header, whatever~ but you won't know where your character is going until they do! ALSO: This is a canon update post to post-Closing Time (6.11). The Doctor is off on his round about last tour before he heads to his death. Hence the present to you all. ))

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Skittering sounds? [Are you hallucinating, Doctor? She only hears the music.] What are you saying?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ He holds up his hand. Scritch. Scritch. ]

That sound.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She starts to shake her head, but then she gives him enough credit to pause - and listen.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

See? Well, hear, but that doesn't sound as good.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I don't hear anything.

[And standing here going back and forth like this won't accomplish anything either, so-]

We'll go look.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ He glances around then moves back to the tree. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[she tilts her head, listening still, but she still comes up empty.]

Are you sure of what you heard?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I'm always sure what I heard--[ He stops and holds up his finger. That's the sound of squeaking. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She hears it, too, this time. She frowns.]

Just a squeaking. It's probably some small animal.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Yes. Mice... why do they have mice? That's what cats are for!

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Need one? [Careful, Doctor; that sly smile suggests the cat she'd provide (http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/3897/image1zt.png) may not be exactly safe to unleash.

She's probably just asking to get a reaction. Probably.]

I'll let you have one for awhile, if you want!

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

It was more a general statement.

[ He turns around and... suddenly. Mice. ]

Oh.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? [Because. Mice.]

Are they going to dance next? [Yes she's noticed the theme.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

They didn't dance! Mice don't dance. Yes, maybe cats do when all of the world is animals, and Kokomo is a very lovely city, but that is still cats and not mice.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[... What? Ami shakes her head, as if to clear it of the sheer amount of nonsensical ideas. She brought it on herself, really.]

If it's just mice, we don't need to worry about them.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

You don't find this a little odd. Or maybe even familiar?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

It's familiar, but, that's impossible. [Especially with that music. It can't be.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

It's a dream.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

So this, really... is it? [Doctor, did you seriously just pull her into the Nutcracker?]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Or something like it. I think. Yes. Quite possibly. [ WELP. ] You're not afraid of mice, are you?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

...
Are you? [Her tone implies he's much more likely to be afraid than she is.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

No. Just sort of... afraid of stepping on them.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

They should know to scramble out of your way. Just be careful, then. Look before you step.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Not if they are the mice from the Nutcracker.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Worried they'll step on you instead? [Metaphorically, of course.]

If toy soldiers can defeat them, so can we. Easily.