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[ Oh, the Doctor didn't waste any time once he was settled in.He'd have to explore every inch of this place, and if he didn't achieve all of that today, well, he'd skip some classes. (Except not.) He still couldn't believe that he had to take some classes--did they still lecture? It'd been ages since he'd been in a classroom. In a real, proper classroom, as a student. What was it, ohh... 800 years? About. Yes, about. The last time he had been in a classroom as a teacher, that'd been... with Rose, as his tenth incarnation. Amazing, that was, how time flies. The Doctor walked around the Garden, looking at the faces of students as they passed by.

Yes, yes, he already looked like a professor. He was well aware.

Oh--and he'd have to resort to calling himself John Smith again. Oh, that was annoying. John Smith, John Smith, John Smith--sometimes, he wondered, if he should pick another ambiguous name. Dr. John Smith, maybe he could trade it in. ]

Nooo, what if I forget? That wouldn't do.

[ he muttered to himself, before quickening his steps, hands shoved into his tweed jacket. ]

Well, best to learn the territory before I make any rash decisions--wait. [ was choosing to be a teacher a rash decision? ... probably. ] Probably... too late. Maybe.

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[ A new professor? Or perhaps one that was already established - she wasn't sure. He could be a teacher of a class she didn't have. Still, Terra was feeling restless at the same time as the Doctor -- rather, John Smith -- was exploring, and being that she had no class at the moment (yay for free periods) she opted to wander a bit listlessly, arms folded, lost in thought.

Not so lost in thought that she smacks into people thankfully though, this time. She can't help herself to ask, overhearing some of the muttering though. ]

Forget what...?

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[ Hmm? Someone talking? Well, a lot of people talking, but one, to him. The Doctor glanced around before his eyes fell on Terra. Oh, that was brilliant. ]

Just rambling. Now...

[ he leans over to peer into her face. ]

I'm John Smith. Who're you?

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Oh! I'm sorry if I was interrupting, I -- erm [ He leans forward, and she leans back a bit in surprise, blinking. ]

My name? It's ... [ A slight hesitation here - another name had surfaced, which felt more "right" to her, but she'd always been giving the other name. Why stop now? ] It's Tina.

[ A smile and a slight bow follows. ] It's nice to meet you. Are you new around here then?

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Tina. Nice name, Tina--no last name?

[ he straightens, and looks around, turning his back to her for a moment before turning back. ]

You could. Say that, yes, I'm more new than old, here. You're a... student, aren't you?

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[ Er - Oh, that was important was it? Oops! ]

Oh, um - No, I have a last name. It's Bradford. [ A pause, and she smiles weakly. ] I'm sorry, I don't usually use my last name when I introduce myself. ]

Yes, I'm a student. I've been here for ... I think about a month now. [ ... man had it really been a month? Yikes. ]

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Having fun chattering away to yourself?

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Quite a bit, yes--hello.

[ oh, that's. attracted his attention. ]

And who are you?

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Espio the Chameleon.

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Shouldn't you have introduced yourself first?

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No, not really, you were the one who called me out in the first place.

[ and the Doctor is practically immune to insults, have fun, Espio! ]

But! I'm-- [ oh, he was about to say 'The Doctor'. he caught himself. ] John Smith.

(wasn't very happy with the last tag, sorry @.@)

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More of a passing comment, actually.

John Smith, huh? Now that's a civilian name if I ever heard one. You'd have to be a special kind of mundane to get one that boring.

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Hi, anyway, I guess. You're new, right? I try to keep on top of faces, even if I don't talk to everyone...

[helmsplitter.livejournal.com]

[Link is just going about his business as usualy but...well. This guy seems to be conversing with the air and he has to pause and cast a puzzled glance his way]

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[ talking to self, completely different. the Doctor draws a jagged line in the air, face in concentration. he's trying to figure out how his path was, having seen the map before. and without glancing back at Link: ]

I'm not lost. Don't you worry. And yes, I'm talking to myself, it's a habit, not easily broken...

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[Despite being someone who travels almost solo all the time, he can't exactly relate]

I see...

[Well no, he doesn't]

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No, you don't, shouldn't say things you don't mean--odd.

[ turns, sharply. ]

You're a student, aren't you?

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[Oh but you see it was simpler than saying he's confused by your behavior, good sir. But since he's been asked a question, he nods]

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[He looks up from the book he's reading.]

Would it help if you wrote it down then?

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Possibly, possibly not, and what are you reading?

[ gently plucks it from his hands, then flicks through it, essentially "reading" it. ]

... slow start. Well--here's your page.

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[He gives you this curious look as he takes the book back.]

I suppose they wanted to make sure that everyone understood the setting.

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Yes, but there are just as much power in small words than big ones. Less is more.

Well, sometimes.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Most people find the larger ones more impressive, though.

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Are you...

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S-sorry! I was - um. Going.

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Hold it.

[ he doesn't even look at her when he says it, but he obviously is. ]

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Uh, yes! Sorry, yes...

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[ he slowly turns and walks towards her, peering into her face. ]

Why are you wearing the wrong... uniform.

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Wrong...? I didn't know. That it was wrong. It's what Garden gave to me so I thought - is there another one?