tushanshu | video; one little time lord jumping on the bed

[ It's bright outside, as a disheveled man, looking a fair bit mad with his bow-tie askew, addresses the console cheerfully. ] Helloooo, citizens of the Tu Vishan! This is your captain speaking. Not really, but I do like the thought of being a captain, at some point. [ He winks. ]

I'm new, obviously, and it seems I'm not alone in that, so hello, fellow news, and good day, dearest olds — though I suppose whether the day is good or bad or simply so-so is entirely subjective. [ He sticks out his tongue briefly. ] Still, it tastes like an awfully good day, if you ask me, which you didn't; but it's a bit late to protest as I've already told you.

Anyway, I'm curious about some things, so let's skip pleasantries and go straight to queries, if you're so inclined. [ He holds up one finger. ] Thing one: where and when are you lot from? An approximation is fine. And don't worry about confusing me if it's complicated or timey-wimey shenanigans are involved. I happen to be rather quick on the uptake.

[ Two fingers up, like a peace sign. ] Thing two: flatmates. [ said as if it is the newest, most delicious word to ever be spoken. ] Apparently, I'll be lodging in WO-2B, so if you're also lodging in WO-2B, I am led to believe that makes us mates of the flat variety. In other words, lodgers, roomies, neighbors. etc. Which means we really ought to get together and chat a bit, maybe eat crisps, talk about girls — standard flatmate stuff. Yeaaaah. Flatmate stuff. Love a good flatmate, I do.

[ Three fingers and a grin so wide, it nearly splits his face. ] Thing three: great, big, sexy, blue box. I'm looking for her, and she's probably looking for me. Tangentially related, large-nosed Roman and shout-y ginger. May or may not be with the box; most definitely with each other. Probably kissing. [ kissing noises go here. ]

Oh, I'm the Doctor, by the by. Lovely to meet you all.

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[ So, so, bewildered. Humans, they just don't ever seem to understand. ] She's not my girlfriend. I'm not that sort — the attached sort, that is. Well, sort of.

Point is: not my girlfriend. Or my wife.

[Denial.]

Then who is she?

I already told you.

Big, blue, police call box. She's my home.

[...]

[She opens her mouth. Then closes it.]

[Twice.]

[That...was not what she was expecting.]

[Who even calls a police box sexy?]

[For that matter, how could you even live in one?]

It this a metaphor or something?

If not, I can't imagine how that would be very comfortable. Or quiet.

No, it isn't. [ deadpanned. ] She's much bigger on the inside.

['That's what he said']

What, you mean like magic?

[Now that was something she could actually understand.]

Though I've never seen a magician dress quite the way you do. Close, but not quite.

Well, if you want to use pop culture as a frame of reference, it's quite a bit like Mary Poppins' bag. [ said a tad disdainfully. No offense, Mary, but he's way cool than you, as far as he's concerned. ] 'cept much cooler, and not magical in the least.

It's technological [ jazz hands. ] and scientific, brilliant beyond words.

Speaking of clothes, though, nice bow-tie.

Oh, don't tell me you don't believe in magic. We were just starting to get along.

[Though she doesn't sound too disappointed. Yet. Give it time; he'll find out. In the meantime, she spares a glance to the lovely little white object tied around her neck.]

Thanks. I think it makes the outfit, don't you?

I believe in everything. [ It's noncommittal, as he beams at her. ]

Oh, I agree. A cool bow-tie is essential for every proper outfit.

How very open-minded of you.

[Is he serious? Past experience told her the science-y types were less likely to go with the less cience-y answers. Then again, he did bring up Mary Poppins.]

I'm not sure about every outfit, but I do know my dad and I would never go on-stage without one.

I try ever so hard.

[ Oh, this conversation is amusing, even though he is being serious about believing in everything. ]

Are you a magician, by any chance?

There's a chance I might be. Why?

Well, why did you ask me if I was one?

The giant box that can apparently carry more than it should was a pretty big flag.

[Either a pocket dimension of some kind, or an elaborate stage illusion.]

Interesting. I mostly asked because you did, and because you have that look.

[She laughs openly. Her uniform wasn't exactly subtle, was it? Good.]

Not professionally. Not yet.

My dad is, though, and I've been learning tricks from him since I was a little girl.

Family business. How fun.

Do you mind demonstrating?

I don't mind, but I don't really have any equipment with me right now.

[She could've used the real deal to summon a few things over from the shop...but it tended to sour the illusion if the audience knew you were capable of 'cheating'. Save that for a different conversation.]

Rain check?

Rain check. [ he bows his head slightly. ]

I'm looking forward to it.

So am I.

I'm Zatanna, by the way. Zatanna Zatara.

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