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Character(s): Rory Williams, Rose Tyler, and the Tenth Doctor
Content: Rose and Rory ~~talk regenerations, timelines, and other things~~ get distracted by the wardrobe room. Ten crashes the party.
Setting: Starts near Muspelheim, moves to Ten's TARDIS outside of Niflheim
Time: Week 31, shortly after Rory's arrival
Warnings: May devolve into gossiping about the Doctor(s). Which would be awesome.

It was just her luck that he landed on the exact opposite end of Paixao as the TARDIS.

Rose legged it through the city, trying not to run like a madwoman and bowl over innocent (or not-so-innocent: the jury was still out on how involved the locals were on their imprisonment here) bystanders in her rush, but it was a near thing. Curiosity drove her onward, but so did concern for this near-stranger. She remembered her first day here: the uncertainty of the situation, the wrongness of not being able to speak freely with the one person that would understand. It was all a bit much, even to someone that had dealt with the madness that followed the Doctor on a regular basis. And to lose his wife, too, to this...

From what she'd gathered off of the message board, Rory traveled with the Doctor. Beyond that, he had only traveled with the older Doctor, who didn't remember him. It made sense; the Doctor'd been newly regenerated when he showed up in Paixao.

Rose slowed as soon as the golden flames of Muspelheim Gate came into view. Brushing her hair back into some semblance of order, she kept an eye out for anything suspicious.

She approached slowly, offering a gentle smile. "Rory?" It was at times like this that she wished the journals gave you something more than a little headshot. But this was their agreed-upon meeting point and, really, what were the chances that someone else would be here in their dressing gown?

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Rory had returned after sharing ice cream with a lion and a girl wearing a hood. At first he had worried that he had missed Rose but decided the best course of action would be to wait around a little longer and THEN try contacting her again if she didn't show up.

He probably shouldn't have worried though. Rory stood up from the bench and smiled at her. He was feeling a little less over whelmed now, probably thanks to Xion and Simba. Who knew ice cream could be helpful like that? "Yeah, you're Rose then I take it." He probably should have gotten new clothes by now, but he was rather worried that Rose would not recognize him since he had told her he was in his pjs. "Nice to meet you...officially in person that is."

Rose nodded. "That's me. Nice to meet you in person, too, Rory. 'S not often I get to meet another of the Doctor's travelin' companions." She paused, considering it. "Actually, that almost never happens." And the last time hadn't turned out too well for Donna.

Mentally shaking herself, she gestured towards the road into the city. "You ready to go? I don't mean to rush you or anything, but the TARDIS's a fair way off, and we'll be takin' the scenic route." Looking over his clothes, she couldn't help but grin. "You can probably raid the wardrobe room while we're there."

Wait, she was forgetting something... "Oh, and the Doctor wanted me to tell you that he'll pick you up after. The one you know, or will know." Rose huffed in exasperation. "This talk is going to be bloody confusing, isn't it?"

"Yeah? I haven't met any others either," Rory mused aloud. He wasn't sure if River fully counted, she seemed like more than just a traveling companion, but she was someone very important to the Doctor.

Maybe they could discuss it later. He nodded, indicating he was ready to go and looked down at his pajamas once again, "That would be great actually." He would just stay away from anything that looked too Doctor-like (mainly professor wear and bow ties).

Rory paused and smiled, "It probably is yeah. Especially since we all seem to be from different points, you would think as time travelers we would have learned how to properly use tenses." It was nice that the Doctor he knew was going to let him stay on the TARDIS anyway. He'd been a bit concerned, since he didn't remember him...or...hadn't met him yet. "Glad he's willing to do that...so, wait, does that mean that there are also two TARDIS's here?"

"Ah. Well, the past is a different country." Rose shrugged with a deliberate sort of disregard. She was so curious about her future, but knew it was too dangerous to learn more. She had to content herself with that fact that something would go right; Eleven and Rory's presences were proof enough of that.

"The Doctor'd probably say somethin' about how English hasn't developed them since we won't invent time travel for another couple thousand years." As she spoke, she realised that she knew next to nothing about Rory. With the TARDIS(es?)'s translation, she didn't even know if they spoke the same language.

She hurried to correct herself. "At least, for me. Before. I suppose we've got it now, though..." Best not to go into that.

"Yeah. Not sure how that works without things going pear-shaped temporally, but that's probably the least of our worries." She led him through the winding streets, keeping a wary eye out for anyone following them.

He nodded, "True. It can get rather difficult trying to sort out of if you're supposed to be using past tense, present or some sort of new tense that doesn't exist yet...I usually just try my best and hope Amy or the Doctor can figure it out from there." Which wasn't too hard since usually they were with him at the time and it just sorted itself out. It was nice though, to be able to talk to someone about all of this madness, although Rose seemed like the type to love the adventure of it as much as Amy did.

Rory wondered if it was just a girl thing around the Doctor. Not that he didn't enjoy his travels as well, but someone had to keep their feet on the ground when everyone else was off running into trouble. Granted, he didn't know Rose well enough to make that verdict COMPLETELY yet. It was mostly just a hunch.

"Probably best not to think too hard about it, huh." Rory replied in response to the whole time/space fiasco. At least one TARDIS wasn't stuck inside the other. Now THAT had been complicated. "You're right, that probably WOULD be the least of our worries," Rory replied off handedly. Time ending or never existing came to mind. Probably shouldn't mention that though.

"Just a bit, yeah." Rose smiled wryly. "I just... don't say anything at all. Staying with this Doctor, I can't let anything important slip." She chewed her bottom lip, thinking. "It'll probably be the same with you and your Doctor. The bit that you've lived and he hasn't just ends up being your little secret."

"Yeah. Tends to apply to a lot of things related to time travel; helps avoid the headaches." She joked.

After a whirlwind tour through Paixao, they eventually exited through the fruit trees of Vanaheim Gate; she hadn't wanted to use Niflheim too often in case someone noticed. They skirted the city walls, traipsing through actual grass to get to St. Destino. She led him around the church to the blue police box hidden in the overgrown shrubbery.

"Well, this is it." Rose fished out her key, slotting it into the lock and pushing the door open for him. "Home."

Rory tried to keep track of where they were going. This place was much more massive than he had originally thought. Then again, it was also supposed to just be one floor of the place? Now there was a troubling thought as well. Maybe it was like the TARDIS in that regard. Keeping up with Rose wasn't too difficult though, but he tried to keep conversation to a minimum, a bit too preoccupied with his surroundings.

When Rose opened the door to the TARDIS Rory had to pause for a moment. It was certainly a different time in the TARDIS's life, that was for sure. While it was different it was still familiar. Despite how he felt about it sometimes, the TARDIS had become a sort of...home. It just felt welcoming in a way. Probably because it was something familiar in all this strangeness, even if the interior looked as if it had been remodeled. Although, if this was a past version he supposed the one HE was used to was the remodeled one. "I think the layout's changed a bit...which way is the wardrobe room?"

He frowned slightly, recalling something she had mentioned as they made their way here, "So you're out of sync with your Doctor too then? I have to say, it's very frustrating because he's the kind of person that you just TELL things to. I don't know how River does it." He paused and then realized that Rose might not even know how River is, "River's someone who keeps meeting the Doctor in the wrong order. Dunno if your Doctor's met her yet either, actually." He didn't know when the two had first crossed paths or in what order it was.

"Really?" Rose asked curiously, closing the door behind her. She smiled fondly at the rotor. "She's been like this for as long as I've known her."

"Hm?" Right, the poor bloke was still in his pyjamas. She reeled off the directions with ease: "Take the first left, second right, third on the left, straight on ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on the left. You got all that? Or I could just take you there."

"Yeah. You'd think, with all the times the Doctor shows off that big Time Lord brain of his, it'd feel nicer bein' able to pull one over on him. No such luck." She smiled. "He is, isn't he? Which shouldn't work considering how much he loves to talk, himself."

Rose automatically pushed down the wave of jealousy brought on by the mention of another woman with the Doctor. "That's gotta be complicated." She shook her head. "I don't know. Not while we were traveling together, at least, and he hasn't mentioned her. Though we haven't really talked about the time after..."

"Have you been in the other Doctor's TARDIS? Or does it look like this too?" He wasn't sure exactly when it had changed appearance, just that it had by the time he had gotten on board.

Rory mouthed the directions and looked like he was about to set off but then stopped and turned back to look at Rose, "Uhm, yeah, might be easier if you just show me. If you don't mind."

"I don't really know when they cross paths on either end. Might be best not to mention anything to the Doctor then." He paused, he wasn't sure if he should ask but he decided he might as well, "Time after?"

"I haven't, though he mentioned something about her rebuilding herself when he first showed up." Rose cocked her head, tapping the edge of the console in thought. "Actually, I haven't met him in person, either. We were off explorin' one of the floors, and I haven't had a chance to yet."

"No problem." She laughed, leading him down the familiar corridors. "It's one of my favourite rooms, anyway."

"Probably not. If he does know her, he'll bring it up when he thinks he should." Her mood sobered. "Canary Wharf." It wasn't much of an answer, a name that only meant something to one tiny planet, but she didn't know where to start explaining the chaos of that day. "I wasn't traveling with the Doctor when I ended up here. I've been looking for him for three years now."

That made sense he supposed. The Doctor had probably been rushing around and Rose didn't seem like the type to wait around. "Well, it's not...TOO different I guess. Just a remodeling, I imagine some of the layout is different as well." Mostly because he remembered the wardrobe room where Amy had found those ponchos to be a LOT closer.

And Canary Wharf meant nothing for him, but he could REALLY understand looking or waiting for someone. He snapped off that train of thought as soon as it started. It never led anywhere good and it was hard enough keeping that door closed. "Sorry to hear that. You must have been pretty excited to find him here again...even if he wasn't from the same time." The Doctor seemed to have a habit of leaving girls behind. Whether on purpose or not it annoyed Rory. Amy had been looking for him for YEARS.

Despite the long winding halls of the TARDIS it didn't take them that long to get to the wardrobe room. Rory stepped in to the giant closet and started looking around, "You know. It's times like this I start to realize this man has never had a normal sense of clothing style, has he."

Well, Rory'd be wrong on one point: Rose would always wait for the Doctor. At least until she could find her way back to him. "Suppose you'll be more comfortable in the other TARDIS, then. Or, well, at least you won't get lost there."

"Yeah." She dropped her gaze, idly rummaging through a nearby rack of clothes. "But he's here and he's alive, and that's all I can really hope for."

"Hm... I dunno, the last him was very--" What was it Jack had said? "--'U-boat captain'. Leather jacket, jumper, and dark trousers. And I'm rather fond of the pinstripes this time 'round, too." Though, admittedly, she'd probably be fond of whatever the Doctor wore. "Both weren't too far off fashion-wise."

"I guess those aren't so bad," he replied, starting to pull back several coats as he tried to find a pair of pants. There wasn't much order to this place. There was a 20s style suit next to what looked like a toga with holes in it next to a kilt. "The bow tie and jacket isn't so bad either I guess...sort of professor like," he finally found a pile of jeans and started digging through those, "Don't tell him I said that. He'll never shut up about the bow tie then."

Rory was about to start going through the jeans when he noticed a colorful scarf sticking out of the mass. He pulled at it and as he continued to dig it out, realized just how LONG it was. "How much of this stuff do you think he's actually worn?" Rory had already been made to dress like the man once, he'd rather not do it again if he could help it.

"Not too bad, no." Rose snagged a hat from a hatstand, deciding that the red band matched her shirt perfectly. She found a mirror and adjusted the brim just so, grinning at his reflection. "Don't worry; your secret's safe with me."

She turned her attention back to one of the curved clothes-racks. "Over nine hundred years? I'd say a fair bit, but he never seems to dress for the time or place. 'S probably mostly for his entourage. I hope he's still pickin' up Earth girls, 'cos, honestly, I don't think he can pull this one off." She pulled out a dress that looked straight out of an old Western saloon. Noting the low-cut top and high hem, she held it up for Rory to see.

"Oh!" Tossing the dress aside, Rose headed for the center of the room. "I have the perfect thing for this place. Wonder if I can find it again." She climbed up the spiral stairs, pausing to watch Rory pull out the ridiculously long scarf. She leaned over the rail to call down to him, "If you don't find anything you like, check the other floors. We've got a lot."

Rory wasn't sure if he should laugh at the thought of the Doctor wearing that dress or not. He chuckled and started rummaging through more stuff, the scarf draped over his shoulder for the moment because he felt bad just tossing it...it looked hand knit. "Well, I can't say I've really met any of his other companions, but right now it's just my wife and I." Now his mind wandered to Amy wearing something like that. Hmm, yes, that was a better thought to dwell on especially with the high hem and---okay Rory you should really focus on finding your own clothes.

He turned away, finally finding a pair of jeans in his size and now off to locate a decent shirt. He looked up to see Rose had ascended to a higher level, "All right. But what are you looking for," he called up.

Rose continued to skim over the hangers: a suit, a leopard-print coat, something that could've been a Musketeer costume, and a lovely silk kimono which she made a note to come back for. "So whose life did he crash first, yours or hers? Or was it a two-for-one deal, bein' married an' all?"

"Victorian-style dress: black top, long skirt that's sorta reddish-purple. Wore it to see Charles Dickens. Fits right in here; could be useful later if I need to blend in." Her hair and eyes wouldn't pass close inspection, but from afar it would do.

A flash of yellow caught her eye and she paused in her search. She tugged, revealing a red sleeve connected to a plaid body and patchwork lapels. "This... might be the most hideous thing I've ever seen." But she pulled it on anyway, sweeping down the stairs.

"Not what I was looking for, but what d' you think?" She spun around so that Rory could fully appreciate the colour explosion that was the jacket. "Is it me?"

"Hers. He, uhm, actually met her when she was a little girl and then took off because the TARDIS was acting up. I am pretty sure that's the Doctor that ended up here. Amy told me about him while we grew up and I didn't actually meet him until we were older and there was an alien invasion," Rory explained, "Amy and I didn't actually get married until after we'd traveled with him for a bit." And forgotten him, and led a second life, and Rory could easily confuse himself if he started thinking about it too much.

He still wasn't sure how the spoiler rule worked with people like Rose. She wasn't involved in the events Rory spoke of, at least not directly. "The thing is...because he still hasn't met me yet I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to say, you know?" Honestly, he didn't know how River did this all the time, it had to be maddening.

"I'll let you know if I see that," he replied. He was still focused on finding a shirt. It shouldn't have been this difficult but a man who lived for 900 something years tended to collect a LOT of clothes it seemed. When he heard Rose calling to him again he looked up and choked back a laugh, "I'm not sure you can pull that look off, Rose."

Rose couldn't help the smirk; it figured that it'd be Amy. "Makes sense. He was newly regenerated when he got here. Like, hasn't looked in the mirror, brand new."

She nodded, her face serious. "You're probably fine with what you've already said and the basics of life before meeting him. Your history after, the people you've met, the places you've been are right on out. If you're worried, say nothing. With everything that's already going on, I'm not sure timelines can take much more of a fuss." Though she wondered if Reapers would even apply here.

"That'd be great, ta." She checked herself out in the mirror. "Probably not. Though I'm not sure anyone could. Seriously, on what planet is this alright to wear?" Well, she supposed if you were wearing it, you wouldn't be looking at it.

She noticed that he already had a pair of trousers picked out. "So, what're you lookin' for in a shirt? I was a shopgirl; I think I can handle finding you something that's not, well--" She gestured to herself. "Like this."

That had been the impression he had gotten about his Doctor. It made things REALLY complicated but he would just have to deal with it like he did everything else involving the Doctor. What else could he really do? "Yeah, that's about what I figured."

Rory was pushing through more clothes in a different section of the closet now. It seemed to be more modern outfits but so far half of them were outlandish. He pulled out a particularly colorful sweater-vest with question marks all over it. He turned and held it up for Rose, "Something less colorful than this that's for sure." He smiled at her, "Seriously though, I'm not too picky. A polo shirt or a button up will be fine."

"Blimey, where did you find that?"

The Doctor had, apparently, become aware of their presence in the TARDIS. He hadn't expected, however, to come in and see, well, THAT. Oh, he wasn't surprised it was here. He knew a lot of his past was in this room. It was the fact Rose had happened to find it and put it on, no less, that had got him.

Though, really, it was a piece of his past wardrobe he hadn't particularly wanted to see again. In fact, he really wouldn't mind forgetting about it entirely. Though that vest... that could easily be a close second. And if those weren't enough, was that his old scarf...?

The question marks got an arched brow in response. Really, where was this man shopping? "I can do that." Rose was elbow-deep in a pile of assorted clothes when the Doctor came in.

"Doctor!" His appearance brought a wide grin to her face and she positively bounced over to him. "Next floor up." She waved up at the stairs. "You know, in the middle of all the other clothes. There's really no order to this place at all."

She twirled again just because she loved the way the ends of the jacket flared out. "Where did you get this? It's..." She searched for the right word. "Fantastic! I've never seen anything like it."

Rory turned when he heard the new voice. There was only one person it could be and Rory had to take a minute to accept that. It was just strange, but perhaps not as strange as having the Doctor with the face he knew not knowing him. He lowered the colorful question mark vest and looked back to Rose.

"The vest was hanging up over there and the scarf was tucked behind a pile of trousers," Rory explained, gesturing at the two locations.

"Honestly can't remember actually, though I'm not sure I'd use 'fantastic' to describe it," the Doctor replied Rose, rubbing one of his ears, looking at the coat in a mix of distaste and astonishment. It really was something he could have lived with never seeing again.

Turning to Rory, he shifted his expression to a welcoming smile. "Hullo there --Rory, wasn't it?" So this was another of his future companions? He seemed to keep bumping into his future lately. Interesting how no one from his past had.

Rose pouted; really, the Doctor could be such a party pooper. "Well, I like it." It was like a train wreck in clothing form. You had to respect a person that would wear it out in public.

"We were findin' him something to wear. Though... since you're here, maybe you can explain the regeneration thing? The science-y bit always gets me." Though, frankly, she just didn't want to think about the Doctor dying and the causes thereof. "C'mon, you do love to teach."

Rory wasn't sure why he had been so nervous about this. Perhaps because his initial meeting with his Doctor had not gone over so well. First the whirlwind of the alien invasion and finding Prisoner Zero and then the incident with his Bachelor Party a few years later. Still, new face, new start, right? He gave a small smile in return, "Yes, I'm Rory. Hello nice to meet you...again...sort of."

God time travel could be so confusing.

"Yeah, sorry about this. Things like this aren't meant to happen, but, well, at least there aren't more than two of us! ...At least so far," he said, speaking like the possibility was there, since, well, it was.

He'd had, what, four of him in the same room? Of course, it wasn't meant to happen. It was something Time Lords had to avoid at all cost. He tried hard to make sure it didn't, but, well, sometimes things happened. He'd be happy though if more of him didn't appear here in Paixao. One extra him was already one too many, after all.

"Right, so, regeneration, then," he said, glancing to Rose a moment, since she'd been the one to bring it up.

"Well... When something fatal happens to a Time Lord, we can essentially cheat death. We regenerate and everything changes; right down to our cells. New face. New hair. New teeth. New everything. New Doctor! Memories are still there, of course, but, well, you can see how different the two of us are well enough, I imagine."

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'At least so far' he said. Did that mean more Doctors could pop up?

Well, Paixao did seem to be trafficking in the impossible. Or, at least, the highly improbable. Rose was curious but held her tongue. She could pursue that line of questioning later; now was the time for Rory to get some answers.

When the Doctor looked over, she smiled encouragingly. Regeneration really was something she thought that Rory should know about, and what better source of information than the man himself? One of them, anyway.

Rory let that sink in for a moment. It would explain what River meant that day on the lake shore, not to mention why Time Lord cells would be so precious (and why they'd burned the body). Rory had to wonder how many times the Doctor HAD regenerated though if this one was worried about more showing up. How MANY more exactly?

Honestly, this man just got more and more impossible the longer he knew him. "I guess that partially explains how you live so long," Rory finally managed to say. This version must have regenerated before seeing Amy for the first time. It made Rory curious about the time but he figured this one wouldn't know and getting the next one to tell him would be next to impossible so he buried the question. "How much has the other Doctor told you anyway? I mean, you're not supposed to know your future right? That's what you...he...said." This was going to be confusing talking about the same man from different points in his life.

"That's generally the idea, but obviously, now and then, you learn the odd thing or two. Can't be helped some times, like this all now," he said, gesturing between the group.

"All of us here? Meeting like this? Two Doctors? Two TARDIS'! Shouldn't be happening, certainly, but, well, we're here now, so just have to do best we can, and try to not let TOO many hints of the future get around. Do that, and we should be okay."

Of course, the Doctor was curious. How could he not be? Something was going to, eventually, make him regenerate again. When, where, HOW? These things were certainly bouncing around in the back of his mind, but they would have to remain unanswered.

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so sorry, had a paper to write

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still on hiatus/slowiatus OTL

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so sorry, had a paper to write

*crawls back from Hiatus and stuff ;;;;*

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crawls back from Hiatus and stuff ;;;;