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[she's sitting in one of the quiet rooms, up to her elbows in glitter, probably best not to ask]

Hallo! I'm the Doctor. [she scrunches her nose] Sorry if that's awkward for some people. [she'd deal with that later]

But! Well! That was a bit of a question, wasn't it? What will make us happy. I mean, avoiding the existentiality of it because that is a broad spectrum requiring much deep thought and lots of poor decision making skills--

There are a lot of choices, and I don't know how to choose.

A lab would be nice. More labs. All the labs. A pool. Love a good pool. Good for barbeques and catching your falling wife from a fifty foot drop. ... er... that might be awkward too. Sorry. Plants. Could always use more of those. Double rooms well-- I'd rather be able to stay up as late as I like.

But clocks! Now, clocks are intriguing. What does that mean? Does it mean a room with clocks? Does it mean clocks throughout the train? And what kind of clocks? Wall clocks? Grandfather Clocks? Kicksey-Winseys? I had a Kicksey-Winsey once made by ...Bloody Stupid Johnson, I think is name was. Never did tell the time but every hour on the hour it would hunt you down and give you a boot in the rear. A great way to get things done if you get settled in one particular task.

Oh but I like art, and I love games.

D'you think I can choose all of them?

I think we deserve all of them.

What do you think?

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Wot not anyone? I mean I'm not trying to 'ship' or anything. [she's mastered the rabbit ear fingers already. look at her] But there's got to be someone you've taken a fancy to, big old train like this.

And that...gives me an idea. [an evil grin] I just need the materials.

... what kinda idea?

[That grin is not reassuring at all. As for her pushing the topic of him fancying someone, Dennis just shrugs, trying to brush it off.]

Nope. Mostly just been trying to make sense of everything. Maybe learning how to be useful for this mission stuff I keep hearing about.

You'll see. I'll give you one too if I can make it right.

[which is only a matter of time really]

First part is hard, second part is easy. Some things can't be made sense of. Useful, well everyone's got something they can do. What's your strengths?

Thanks?

[Cautiously thanks, but thanks. The Doctor seems well meaning if not odd, he'll be interested to see what she comes up with.]

Yeah, just kinda rolling with the punches and doing what I can. Uhhh... dunno... I guess for what could be useful here, um, had to learn basic first aid and CPR for work? Not sure how good that is with people here with magic.

Oh come on. I can't do magic and I'm still useful! How do you get along in the world you came from? Can you cook? Can you do basic repairs? Are you good at maths? Do you know the difference between a colon and a semi-colon? There's plenty of talents to utilize. It's just all time and place and [she taps her temple with a finger getting glitter in her hair] ingenuity.

Was a firefighter, I mean still am-

[Was back home he means.]

Can cook... I can fumble through basic repairs if I gotta with help from Google.

[Dennis knows she doesn't need a whole list, but he sees her point.]

Guess even the little things add up.

I mean, a fire fighter is not a little thing itself. Do you know how much explodes around me on a daily basis? I could use a good firefighter in my life. That wasn't a come on. Not that I don't find you attractive but--

No.

Stopping that train before it starts.

Yes. Little things. Brilliant. Whenever there is a fire I know who to call.

[Uhhhhh. Doctor. Doctor please. Dennis does look a bit awkward about it, but gets she's prattling on awkwardly herself. He appreciates the pep talk either way!]

No offense doc, but you look like someone I know, be a little weird.

[More than a little weird.]

But guess I'm on duty if y'need a firefighter.

You would be surprised how often I hear that. I met Olivia Coleman once. She could not look me straight in the eye. Granted I was six foot then so it was hard for her anyway but apparently I look like some actor or another. It's wild.

Once I got mistaken for a ruthless megalomaniac dominating the United Zones Organization. Though, I mean, to be fair, he looked like me. Which was a bit rude, if you ask me. Last face I looked like a Pompeiian I had known and it's a good thing I never met him again. That would have been awkward.

...[she pauses and looks at him]

Erm...were we talking about anything important? Right! [she claps her hands and points] Firefighter! Maybe you could teach me a thing or two

[Pretending this British boy does not know Doctor Who at all is probably laughable, but shhh, neither does his player. It's fine, this is fine.]

Uhhh, yeah, sure? Lot of it has to do with the equipment which we ain't got here, but could teach you fire safety.

[He frowns slightly.]

Pretty sure the train breaks a ton of fire regulations, but I'd have to do a walk around to confirm it.

[And while it seemed like The Doctor maybe didn't really want to get into it, Dennis turns the conversation back around to them. He's curious.]

... you've had different faces?

[well there's no time like the present]

Can you teach me the fireman's carry? Dead useful that. Might need to modify it because well I haven't had much upper body strength for a while. Was once a time I could bench lift a lorry. Or it felt like it.

[she blinks]

Yeah. Long story. Bit of a genetic trait. Instead of dying my genetics completely rearrange themselves so that I'm not dying but am...new. Or old if I want to impress a girl. Well not old old, but the same face I was before. It's complicated. Not always great either. You know how it is.

[Bits and pieces, puts them in our head.]

Yeah, course. Useful to know, specially with this mission stuff. And look, just cause you're a girl don't mean you can't.

[That might not be what The Doctor meant Dennis.]

Me mate Ziggy, she's small, but tough as nails. She could probably out lift half the guys on the fire team. Bet you'll be just fine once you learn how to do it.

[And huh... so The Doctor is some kind of genetic marvel or alien? So they can never actually die? Just get an all new body and face?]

Uhhh... [He shakes his head a little.] Can't say I do, doc.

[Er, with the whole changing your whole body and face... for someone. His body isn't that fancy.]

Excuse me. Girl? I'm currently a woman. And I'm not even entirely sure about the pronoun. Regardless of what I am I can bloody well do anything. I realize you're taller than me but try not to talk down to me, yeah?

I mean I don't know how women put up with it. I really don't. [it's infuriating]

[Dennis' mouth opens and shuts a few times, unsure how to reply to that. He hasn't meant to upset her (them?), but guess he'd mistepped.]

Sorry.

[He clears his throat, looking away from The Doctor.]

Weren't trying to say you can't do things. Don't matter who you is.

[Just takes training and the willing to learn sometimes.]

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