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[Anyone who ventures outside after the morning sirens will be able to find a certain piece of paper plastered just about everywhere within a six foot man's reaching distance. And the papers are literally everywhere. On trash cans, walls, doors, stuffed in mail slots and mailboxes, even a good few dropping down the chimney in wrapped up little bags. Heck, there are even some bobbing about in the half-frozen waters in the Port.

But in addition to all of this, just an hour or so after the sirens go off, just about everyone the Doctor's seen post to the network since his arrival (regardless of if he's spoken to them or not) is getting a text with a very simple message... and a rather familiar looking attachment.]

ATTN: Don't miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime!
_____________________image attachment: A LIMITED TIME OFFER

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...Not exactly what I had in mind, but not bad. [Someone just saw a flyer up around town.]

You know you could get in trouble for littering if you keep leaving them everywhere, right?

Its not littering its advertising.

Weren't you just on my back about working? Hm? Changed your mind, then? Could retract my offer with a simple apology letter if you'd rather that.

Ha! Don't think you're getting out of it that easy. The offer stays.

But maybe lay off the Advertising to at least one or two places per block instead of saturating the city.

Isn't that the first lesson of business? Exposure?

Afraid I might hit it off and get enough to move out on my own, is that it? [Teasing, of course.]

Oh yeah, you'd live on your own. Your own mortgage or rent, your own bills. You'd totally live on your own.

......... You know, I think I still remember the basic outline for that statue of you in the museum. Fancy a commission for rent?

Uh, no that's okay. One statue of the Goddess Fortuna is enough, for me. You can free-load at my place for now.

Speaking of. Amy might be taking your room for a few days sometime soon. You aren't sleeping in it and she doesn't have a place to stay; is that alright?

.... Amy, Amy... the tall, ginger one that goes around with bow-legs? [Such regard for his future self]

Amy Pond, yeah. Be nice to her- you're gonna be hangin' out with her in your future. She's nice.

Gonna have to go through my own process. Regeneration can addle the brain a bit. Let you invite Mickey along, remember? Blaming post regeneration craziness for that one.

You just didn't want to say no in front of Sarah Jane.

[You, Rose, deserve to hear the incredulousness in his voice now.] Oh now that- Are you implying that I showed off for her?

[Wouldn't be the first time, broseph.]

Are you implyin' that you weren't? [Can you hear the smirk, Doctor? Can you?]

[Oh he can.]

Showing off... by inviting Mickey along? Mickey the Idiot? Useless Mickey?

[Yeeeaaaaah hush. He's really just teasing. Which is why he's not on video. Because then Rose would definitely be able to tell he's grinning.]

[Grump grump scowl scowl.]

He's not so useless anymore. One of my best agents. [HUFF. Except she knows he's teasing. Really, she does.]

Well.... I guess he was rather useful, in the end.

When are you from again? If this is after his crowning moments of helpfulness I can understand, but one of your best agents? Mickey?

[OH OKAY that earns a scowl. A very Tyler scowl that he can't see but can probably hear, teasing or not.]

Dalek crucible. Davros, all of us- two of you. Ring any bells?

Ohhh right, right. With the little prisons. Always thought that a bit sad, really. Daleks falling back on such primitive technology in their cells. Then again, didn't normally keep prisoners that long, them.

[Yeah, not so easy to laugh about Daleks when the last she'd seen, they'd been winning. Completely and totally. And just about to destroy the whole of reality. So you'll excuse her if she doesn't laugh- Daleks still sort of scare her, okay.]

You ever gonna tell me why there were two of you, by the way? I thought .. The TARDIS had been destroyed. Next thing we know, it's appearin' again and out you step. Was it .. you from a different point in time?

Sculpted with Michelangelo and painted with DaVinci, Doctor?

... oh alright, DaVinci's a bit of a stretch.

But Michelangelo wasn't all that disappointed in me. Have at least the sculpture part of things down.

You were always a fan.

And what do you intend to make with those skills? Anything requested?

Almost anything, yeah. Not looking to pull a Leo DiCaprio, at least!

[He's swallowing a grin right now, though.]

Oh I'm always a fan, you know that! Painting chapels that'll stand for thousands of years, making bits of art that'll be found and debated over for the rest of recorded history?

Have a request? Maybe something in blue?

Even with all your considerable skill? [she's teasing, but its refreshing to do so, and she's so missed his manic joy]

Oh, well since you offered, I suppose you could. Whatever you like, Doctor. Surprise me.

[ Of course the minute Hattie had seen this, and realized the possibility of her mug sho--er, face hanging somewhere in the house, she'd immediately informed her new handmaiden (that would be Ella) to contact this Doctor-person. ]

... How much do you charge for your services? My Lady -[ Fighting the urge to grimace. ] is rather interested.

[ Allons-Y inc. WINS so hard. XD ]

[Ah, well. Looking at herself might provide a bit of a distraction, at least?]

... Really? Ah... well, anything would be nice, but... all depends on what it is, how much the materials are... I suppose... oh I dunno. Its negotiable! [The Doctor, ladies and gentlemen. The man who saves the universe but fails at anything job related.]

[ Too true! All the distractions will be helpful in the long run. Also, Ella stifles a chuckle. Not much of a head for business, huh? ]

Well... I believe she'll want a full sized sculpture - marble or ivory - I guess we could work something out afterwards. You could give me a breakdown of costs for the materials and labor.

Personally I'd rather just trade. Or consider it a gesture of friendship or something sentimental like that. [He pauses, and makes a face] Unfortunately, can't really pay rent with something like that, can you?

[He'll also be in pretty big trouble if he finally has some way of getting money and just... blows it.]

Sculpture... sculpture, sculpture. Well, considering I don't have that wonderful ability to just turn people to stone and make statues that way... I think it should just take a few days - don't have much of a need for sleep, me. And... ppfffwwwaaaaaaaaaah- [.... Yeah, he has no idea what the money should be] Maybe... oh I dunno. Half of the normal monthly rent for one of the smallest apartments in the Port? ... One, two hundred determining on how hard its going to be to find the right sort of stone?

[.... Yeah. No idea.]

No. Back home trade was a viable possibility for payment, but here, not so much.

... turn people to stone? [ Yeah, that's HORRIBLE. And what is this you're asking for less than what the statue would be worth. I mean. You'd have to probably deal with Hattie! ]

That's a bit ... low, for what making a statue would entail, isn't it? How about... [ She pauses to check her funds. Thankfully she's been sneaking money away into her sentient dogwood chest or she would be SO BROKE. ]

How about five hundred?

Do they move?

[The most pertinent question!]

Move? No... would take a bit of engineering to get a screen and an animation program put into a frame... or even to mold a sort of flexible stone to go over a robotic exoskeleton for any statues.

Why do you ask?

It's what they did, where I'm from.

So you're the one responsible for all these fliers, are you? I must admit, I'm amused! You haven't really studies with Michelangelo and DaVinci, have you?

Good friends, actually! Saved DaVinci a lot of trouble at one point, and Michelangelo... well. Helped him with a chapel and gained a few free sculpting lessons while I was there.

The fliers were good, weren't they? Bit plain, but good for just a few minutes work. Nice bit of fun stuffing them down chimneys while keeping any soot off.

You could get fined for littering, you know.

Littering? I like to call it creative advertising, personally.

Fundraising? You weren't kicked out of "sexy"'s place, were you?

Sexy...? Oh. [Right, what the other Doctor calls the TARDIS! ... Well, she is a bit sexy, his ship. Always has been. So it is a pretty accurate name.] Oh. The TA- Sexy, right. No, I haven't been kicked out of her place. Wrong Doctor, actually.

I'm the other Doctor. 'Allo~. Been living with a friend of mine, not with 'Sexy'. She figured it was about time to stop freeloading, although I'd hardly call it that.

[And its a completely unfair thing, what with how often he has companions freeloading off of him back home. Really. Completely and totally unfair.]

...... There's two of you?

[Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.]

Should we expect any more Doctors around here? Do we need to open a hospital?

Well, well. Look who's decided one laughably incorrect title wasn't enough.

Master. [Old habits die hard, it seems. What with the sudden edge to the Doctor's voice. But...] Wasn't aware marble was making it into your diet.

[Have a sigh that sounds vaguely sensual.]

Maybe once I've exhausted all other nutritional sources.

[Vaguely he can ignore. After all, it happens more often than not]

As long as the other Doctor and I are here, after burgers and rats rocks are the only other sources.

[The impossible choice: to continue staying with Rose or to play babysitter for the Master.

Thankfully for the both of them, the Tenth is from the middle of his Time Lord Victorious streak. Meaning... well, the longer he can go about doing what he wants, the better.]

[The Master laughs long and low.]

It almost sounds as if you have any say in the matter. You or him.

[And suddenly? Things are serious.]

Don't. [His voice is tense, and he sucks in a breath of air.] Just. Don't.

If there's anything you should have learned over all these years, Master. I win. I always win. But I'm not going to see you die again. You will find a way to coexist. Or I will find one for you.

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[Oh, that insufferable, smug little]

First time for everything.

Or, really, it would be the second time. Wouldn't it?

Anyhow, I'd love to chat, hear all about your little plan to try and save me... but I've got to run. Absolutely starving. What do you think? Mexican? Italian? Or maybe something a bit closer to 'home'. Good old hearty English cuisine.

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