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for elevenwho: Birthday suggestions

Tuesday, April 29, 2008 12:26
To: All
From: Dr. John Smith (doc_who@unit.gov)
Subject: Could use some suggestions

Right, hello! So! I've got a friend of mine whose birthday is coming up. Well, sort of a friend. Well, eventually a friend. Maybe, sort of? It's very complicated. She's a very secretive sort, haven't the faintest idea what I should get her.

Any suggestions?

The Doctor

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tuxedo smirk, smirk tux

for quitehomoerotic: Interlude, 100 years

It was the way of things. He traveled with someone. He traveled alone. He traveled with someone. He traveled alone. This, the eve of his 1,600th birthday (though, if prodded, it was definitely his 914th birthday), was one of those times where he was alone.

He landed on the bar at Milliways. It had been at least 100 years since he'd been here last, but it was about 600 before that. Time being what it was, of course. Jack didn't own this place yet, and that disappointed him, just a little bit. It would've been nice to see him, just once. Maybe, eventually, he'd figure out a way to break that prophecy and see him again. Maybe---

Well, there was no use in dealing with maybes, was there?

The bar was having a black tie special, so the Doctor vanished back into the TARDIS and reappeared in his tuxedo, which was just a little worse for wear after his last adventure in it. Still, it looked good, and he looked quite good, if he did say so himself. Even with the slight twinge of white in his sideburns and the small, puckered scars that dotted his cheek and forehead. He was getting used to aging in this body and watching himself change.

He headed off to the bar and ordered a bright pink drink with a peppermint stick in it. Very nearly midnight. After this, he'd get something birthday-cake-flavored.