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"Yes, he is. I'm excited to read it! No spoilers!" She said, because he'd read it. She grinned, feeling incredibly happy at making friends with her new neighbor. He seemed like a lovely fellow and she was looking forward to getting to know him.

Suddenly though, she felt awkward, standing here and not moving. "I guess I should go now. You should come by later sometime." She looked at the ground, then back at him. "See you around, Matt." She spun on her heel and walked toward the cashier, embarrassed.

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The Doctor turned around, remembering the boy. "New body, first time I've been a girl. And I'm not exactly sure, as I was regenerating and the TARDIS was flying herself. I'm the Doctor, and I said, I'm not sure. I wanted to be ginger!" She took a breath and her eyes focused on his face and- "Jethro? Sorry, new eyes. Is that you? Wow." She noticed him pointing at the blue box. "Oh, that's m' TARDIS." She looked back at him, and remembered what he'd been doing. "Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry. Didn't mean to...Sorry!" She said, apologizing, but making it awfully awkward in the process. While she talked, her body moved on its own, because she still hadn't quite gotten the controls down.

In the middle of...a bedroom?

Jethro groaned as the woman got off him. He rolled to his side, frowning deeply as he glanced at the big blue… thing? He then looked at her, confused and shocked at her words. What the hell is that?! Jethro made sure his erection was slowly going away, then pulled himself up and walked to her. ”Why, yes, you’re a girl! Isn’t it easy to see? And what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?!” he asked, his left arm pointing at the blue thing. He noticed the Web page opened on his computer and ran to close it before turning back to her. ”Who are you? What are you even doing here?!” There was no use asking her how she had gotten in because it was obvious that blue thing had magic in it… It had been long he hadn’t used his gift. He shook his head then approached her, a hand on her shoulder. ”Seeing how you’re talking about still not being ginger, I guess I should take it as if you have just changed appearance or reincarnated… something like that, right, miss?” he asked softly, staring at her kindly - he didn’t want to upset her or make this even more awkward than it was. Because, believe him, it was! Getting caught, well… you know. Thank God my ��parents” aren’t there… Although, it was the only day they were going out this week! Dammit!

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Oh hello there, I’m the Doctor, just the Doctor thanks. I’m a Timelord…the last. I have a TARDIS, a machine that travels through time and space and happens to look like a police box. It makes a brilliant sound, and its ready to go, any time, any place, in all of the cosmos- where would you like to start?

Posting again because reasons. Please go follow or tag a starter or something. Tag: elevenoutoften

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Oh hello there, I'm the Doctor, just the Doctor thanks. I'm a Timelord...the last. I have a TARDIS, a machine that travels through time and space and happens to look like a police box. It makes a brilliant sound, and its ready to go, any time, any place, in all of the cosmos- where would you like to start?

My Eleven roleplay blog. Follow it please?

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Yeah okay, still no suggestions but its still open... I'm making an Eleventh Doctor blog... I know there's tons but I've been thinking about different canon characters I think I can relate to and the Doctor, in so many ways, draws me. And I feel like I can maybe sort of attempt to do justice to his eleventh regeneration, as much as my rubbish writing skills allow. So I'll be making that blog. Anyway. Also it gives me an excuse to save a million Matt gifs on my computer.

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Do it.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

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three new followers (yay, love you guys) but no suggestions? Help! What muse/s should I try?

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I just really need this on my blog. Actually, I really need it everywhere. Thank.

“What’s Wrong With Stephen Moffat?” Rebloggable by request

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Hi. Okay. I thought this might be too complicated to explain through my muse. The problem is, though I love Alex and can usually call her up anytime, I really want to try roleplaying a canon character. Probably from Doctor Who or the Avengers. So I want to know, what canon characters do you think I'd be good at or do you want to roleplay with? They can be minor or major, I don't care, I just want suggestions and I'll see what muse sticks with me.

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"Mun thinks she found  way/reason to break the greyface's magic early so I won't be talking for her anymore she has something to say around me not through me and so bye guys!" *poof*

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Relieved when the First's attitude became less threatening, and realizing they were as afraid of her and the Doctor as she was of them, she felt much more relaxed. She almost laughed as the Farlaps squirmed a bit, but she stopped herself.

"Of course, of course, welcome, Ministers." the First replied quickly to the Doctor. "It is luck for the Farlaps that you have come. There are matters that require guidance." He bowed moderately, right palm on forehead. The other Farlaps mirrored his motion, bowing deeper.

Alexxandre bowed as the First had, and she noticed the Doctor doing the same. Then the group of Farlaps turned and began walking away, the same direction they had come, but not into the building they had exited. Alexxadre looked at the Doctor to see what he thought they should do now.

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He’d nodded approvingly as she spoke. Immerse yourself, he always felt, best way to get rid of being afraid of an alien race. Not that this particular race was making the process easy.

“Papers, sure, sure,” he said, briefly patting his pockets as if looking for them, before pulling his psychic paper out of his breast pocket and flashing it for the First.

He immediately stood back in shock, and a fair amount of fear. “Why didn’t you announce yourselves as ministers to the Way?” 

The majority of the Farlaps took a step back, and most of them were murmuring. The Doctor looked at the psychic paper, almost as if he was surprised at it himself. “Well, cause we wanted ta see how we were greeted, of course,” he intoned officiously, standing a bit taller and giving them a piercing look.

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Alexxandre stepped forward with the Doctor and listened wide eyed as the little people spoke. Then she felt a nudge from the Doctor so she swallowed hard and tried to answer. "Ah, well, we're travelling? Coming here was a bit of an accident, I suppose? We come in peace?" She knew she sounded unsure, but she wasn't exactly used to popping out into alien worlds.

She had trouble reading the faces of the...Farlaps. Their features were rather squished and didn't move much. But she didn't think arm-crossing was a very good sign, and almost half of the Farlaps were doing so. She glanced at the Doctor, trying to think of something else to say.

"Its a good thing we've come though." She didn't know exactly how to follow that but she didn't get a chance to. The First demanded, "Show your papers then!"

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“Aw don’t worry now, ya jus’ have ta give them a chance. As they have ta give you one.” He kept smiling, squeezed her hand in reassurance, and then took a step forward, meeting the first to arrive halfway. 

“State your purpose in invading the Farlaps!” The male in front said, puffing out his chest to make himself look taller for all that every one was at least a foot shorter than both of the two visitors.

An elder, female if the longer fuzz and dress were clues, stepped forward and put a hand on the first one’s shoulder. He shrugged off her hand but he did stand down slightly, nodding.

“Blessings of this day, Doctor and Alexxandre. My son is….overly stressed.” The male looked at her sharply. “I am Aspa, and he is Rasp, First among the Farlaps. I too wish to know your purpose in appearing before us, though unlike our First I would not use the word invade lightly.” 

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"Nice to meet you too. Do you often wear fezzes?"

“Hello, Alex. Nice to meet you.”

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"I saw you come out of it, that's why I asked. And it's kind of funny. I've seen it other places, but never there before. It's almost like..." She trailed off.

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“Lovely to meet you, Alexxandre.” He said, smiling before looking back at the TARDIS and looking at her. “Uh, yeah it is. Why?”

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"Hullo Doctor, I'm Alexxandre. You can call me Alex."

“I’m the Doctor, and you are?”

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"Mun will be offline to do her homework and I'm going to help by not complaining but I really want to do other fun stuff. So we will be back. Just after homework. Bye!"

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The things came closer, Alexxandre counted six. It seemed so...surreal, and she got a little nervous, so she took the older man's hand. Then she noticed the fingers, and she felt his, counting just five, and this relieved her - he, at least, wasn't alien. "Doctor, is that really a good idea?" she asked him, squeezing his hand a bit. "What if they don't like us?"

The things weren't far away now, in fact they were nearly to the TARDIS, and their soft grunting was audible. They stopped one by one, forming a semi-circle in front of Alexxandre and the Doctor. She stared at her feet, rather scared.

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The Doctor was leaned back on the console, wearing that smug grin again. “An’ still doubtin’ me?” he teased, chuckling. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy,” he quoted. “Hamlet. Always did love that play.”

Figuring he’d teased her enough he came up beside her to take a glance out. When he did his grin reappeared, along with his excitement. “Fantastic! Never been here before,” he said, gazing at the rolling hills and the buildings of a wood that had strangely even grains, an odd grayish color that no wood on Earth ever had.

The people approaching them seemed friendly enough, for all that they had six fingers in groupings of two on each hand and were a fuzzy yellowish red color. They were clothed in almost a Grecian style, long robes of different hued linen.

“Hello!” The Doctor called out in his friendliest voice. “I’m the Doctor, an’ this is Alexxandre.”