#the TARDIS is definitely trying to set them up giving Donna a wardrobe full of corsets you can’t change my mind

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So it seems like people enjoyed the out of context Tenth Doctor Adventures post, so I bring you the sequel: OOC Time Reaver

Let’s start with some Ten being flustered at Donna in a corset

Donna: “Why is everything in this wardrobe for a wench?!”

The Doctor: “What—Oh!”

Donna: “See what I mean?”

The Doctor: “Yeah, that is very… Uh, yeah, I suppose you would say… Wen-chy… Wench-ish?”

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The Doctor: “Are you trying to look… wenchy?”

Donna: “Don’t have much choice, spilt my tea when we started lurching.”

Donna: “…Do you like it?”

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And follow that up with our favorite idiots stopping in the middle of a bar fight to talk about the game on screen:

The Doctor: “I wish I knew who was playing tonight!”

Donna: “Doctor, behind this table!”

Donna: “The Blues.”

The Doctor: “Seriously?”

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And now some general OOC:

The Doctor: “We need a new fluid link. I can’t fix it, we’re going to have to take it to a garage.”

Donna: “A garage? Boring!”

The Doctor: “Oh, why? What do you do when your car breaks down?”

Donna: “Well, I—I mostly stand on the pavement, looking sad yet optimistic.”

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Donna: “Do you secretly just like this place because it makes you think the TARDIS is the most brilliant of all the ships?”

The Doctor: “Oh, I wouldn’t—psshh—well…”

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The Doctor: “Tell you what? We have got no licenses, of any kind, whatsoever! Arrest us!”

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Officer: “Sorry, has there been some mix-up? You’re not on my agenda.”

The Doctor: “I am now!”

Donna: “Sorry, he’s upset about the scones… Among other other things.”

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The Doctor: “Ah, here it is! Vagabond’s Reach! Most feared social environment in the galaxy!”

Donna: “You’ve never been up Sugar Hut on a Tuesday.”

The Doctor, under his breath: “You don’t know everything about me.”

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Gully: “A stranger!”

The Doctor: “Oh—Friend you haven’t met yet!”

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Gully: “Who are you?”

The Doctor: “Someone who unties girls from chairs.”

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Donna: “When I lost my dad… Do you know what his last words to me were? ‘Give up your stash of terrible, terrible weapons.’”

The Doctor: “…What?”

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Donna: “I have in my hands a piece of paper, and it says I’m in charge!”

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The Doctor: “I think maybe the universe needs its crossing places where the rules don’t apply. Otherwise, where are us space buccaneers gonna go?”

Donna: “You’re not a space buccaneer!”

The Doctor: “I think I have the air of a space buccaneer.”

Donna: “You have the air of a primary school teacher.”

The Doctor: “Of a space buccaneer!”

Donna: “On non-uniform day.”