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[rude_not_ginger]

I need a biomolecular rehabilitating destabilizing unit.

I have no money. Um, I have no currency at all, actually.

But I do have a first edition of Harry Potter that's signed that I'm willing to tra---no, no, sorry. I'm not really willing to give that up

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[who_never_would]

There is a rather strangely dressed version of the Doctor staring at the Doctor. Black, pinstripe suit, black trainers black tie. All recently ironed and crisp looking. Yes, very odd.

"There's one in the TARDIS, but whatever did you need one for?"

Smirk.

[rude_not_ginger]

Ooooh, give him a beard and the Doctor's reminded of his worst nightmare/flashback comic series ever.

The Doctor crosses his arms and looks more than a little put out. After all, this is supposed to be himself he's talking to, and himself has decided to question him!

Why does this always happen?

"The dematerialization circuit needs to be rewired and I have to set up a sterile area."

[who_never_would]

Oh, come on now, that's just unfair. And this Doctor does NOT have a cheap little goatee, strange looking henchmen or that godawful lineart.

"There's one in the TARDIS," he replies, looking rather bewildered himself. Why in the world WOULDN'T he have one of those on hand?

[rude_not_ginger]

Well, in that lineart Doctor's defense, it's probably all a dream, anyway.

"A sterile area? In my TARDIS? There's hardly a dust-free area around."

[my_dear_doctor]

Have a Master, Doctor, though perhaps not the Master you're entirely used to. This Master is much, much younger, not to mention slightly less insane. He regards the Doctor with a sardonic quirk of one eyebrow, faint amusement in his face.

'Not really a trade so much as begging, is it now, Doctor? I have to say, that doesn't sit particularly well on you.'

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor would do the fanboying bit (after all, that was his Master!), but this is the Master he's talking to and that would never go over well.

"It's hardly begging. They're very good olives." And he grins. "I'll also let you know why I need one of those units. And I think the satisfaction of curiosity is far better than any monetary amount."

[my_dear_doctor]

Well, it might go over better with this Master than some others. Of course, the Master, in any of his incarnations, is fully convinced that he's nothing if not deserving of fanboying, but this particular regeneration at least has the class to be gracious about it.

At the Doctor's words, he shakes his head, tongue clicking softly against his teeth in place of a chuckle. 'You overestimate your own importance, as usual. Naturally I'm curious,' he continues after a pause, inclining his chin slightly as though he were doing the Doctor a favour by admitting as much, 'but I shall find out in time; I always do.'

[rude_not_ginger]

"Well, you won't be able to find anything out if I don't get this working. Can't get it working, can't complete my plans. Can't complete my plans and I'll be more likely just to keep it from you."

Because he can be, at times, a brat.

Not that he'll admit it, of course.

[holycrap2hearts]

"I've been meaning to get around to reading those Harry Potter books..." Eight has nothing else to add to the conversation.

[who_never_would]

Hello, Eight. Unfortunately a Ten has been flung at you. A rather unpleasant Ten who does not like being flung, but upon seeing his younger self, he grins brilliantly.

"You again!" he says, looking honestly cheerful for the first time in quite awhile.

[holycrap2hearts]

"Yes, me again," Eight says with a smile, but then notices something... not quite right with this Ten. "I take it I don't quite get enough black clothing in during my next body, then?"

[rude_not_ginger]

"Well, you should. Plenty of time to read out in the vortex and there's hardly a children's book that's been more influential in the early 21st century. I love the early 21st century. Brilliant little time period."

And cue a grin.