tie him up when he fast asleep/ take him on a pleasant cruise- open to the_5thdoc

[witfrommytongue]

Just a little trip, that's all he'd intended.  Ziggy Stardust is where he is, and he intends on staying there, but there are times, after the crowds leave but the chemicals in his mind still linger, when all he wants is to go home.  He loves this Earth, this little world with its butterfly-bright humans, his pretty boys and girls with their

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[the_5thdoc]

There's a stranger in his TARDIS.

He blinks his eyes -- once, twice, but no. There's still a stranger in his TARDIS. His TARDIS should in no way allow random persons inside, under any circumstances.

So he did the only thing an intelligent being could do in this situation. He stared at the man (perhaps, though there were many things could look like a man) and said, "What?"

[witfrommytongue]

Random persons? Nah, man, he's Ziggy Stardust; that's something very different

[the_5thdoc]

He stares at Ziggy several moments longer than is polite in most cultures before turning his face to the TARDIS console. He seems to address it more than the strange creature that has suddenly appeared in his TARDIS.

"This shouldn't be possible. Really, really shouldn't be possible!"

[witfrommytongue]

'You're not the first to say that about me,' he smirks, but there's no malice in the expression. Just amusement, and pleasure in his memories.

The sort of hexagonal console in the centre of the room is obviously some sort of control panel, now Ziggy looks at it more closely, and he sashays over to join the Doctor there. He doesn't crowd him, but instead finds an angle, leaning casually against the lip of the thing and watching him coolly.

'I don't like to try and put a cap on what is and isn't possible,' observes Ziggy philosophically, as if he's not entirely addressing the Doctor. 'Seems like it'd make life half as interesting as it can be.'