- 10 - I would like a hat like that (or this).

[toobravehearted]

[[Backdated to sometime after midnight on the 7th]]

[ Hi-jinks in the castle? Something strange that can't immediately be explained? Check the journal. Of course the Castle's going to be involved, it would almost be a breath of fresh air if someone else stirred things up for a change, never-the-less, he already knows he's not the only one to suddenly have his clothes magically morph into something else.

Surprised? You betcha. He had been thinking about getting changed into his pyjamas. Yes, they're steam train pyjamas, and no, shush, he's not going to tell you that. ]

For our continued hilarity tonight, I've been graced with a brown wig covered in a sticky substance. Before anyone needs to provide any conjecture on to what that is, I can already supply that it smells of solvent and polymers, colloquially known as hair gel or 'product'.

I'm also wearing a fez.

[ A pause. ]

It's red.

[ Another pause. And a face pull for good measure. ]

I don't like it.

Not that I have anything against hats, I'm a hat person myself. Actually, I like hats very much. Fedoras, panamas, astrakhans... A stovepipe, now that's a hat. I'm not hat-tist.

To further add, I thought that I grew out of bow-ties quite a while ago. At least the tie and the fez are a match. Although perhaps not quite with tweed... I'm not sure.

[ Yes, this is all coming from the man that usually wears celery on his lapel... ]

While we're all dressing up as each other, would the usual owner of the fez come forward? I'd like to give it back, honestly I would, but unfortunately it's proving a little difficult to remove as we're all discovering.

Comments

[hard_talker]

[have a familiar and incredulous laugh over the journal, Doc]

Oh, man, this I gotta see ...! It's, uh - gonna be a little hard for the usual owner of the fez to come forward, because, well.

Lessee. How do I put this.

[snicker. oh man this is awesome]

It's you.

1/2

[toobravehearted]

[Well, some laughter he is expecting, after hearing over the journal about moustaches, too tight trousers and tuxedos, oh my. But-]

Pardon me, what?

2/2

[toobravehearted]

...

...

...Obviously, I have excellent taste.

[hard_talker]

Nice one-eighty. [can you hear the shit-eating grin plastered on his face? because it is there. he's already on the move, not caring about his own ridiculous outfit]

You still parked in the tower?

[toobravehearted]

[Still with the face, he's processing this. Hats and bowties, well it does sound like him.]

Thank you, Mark, I thought so.

Er, yes. Yes I am. Why- You're not coming over for a look, are you? [At least there's a trace of humour in his voice.]

But a fez? Really? Which 'me'?

[hard_talker]

Well, yeah. Besides, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. And you could probably use a laugh, too, so. Why the hell not?

[there's the telltale ding of the elevator]

The one I knew ... your Eleventh. Always used to go on about how cool the bow-tie was. River hated the fez, though, she'd never let you keep the damn thing.

dictated;

[lord_wizard]

Some of that sounds rather familar.

dictated; until if not

[toobravehearted]

Yes, I think it might. [And seeing as he has learned at least one thing already...] Do you need me to go on? Braces, black trousers - they're far too short, I think I'm a little too tall for them.

Hello Felix. How have you fared from today's costume party?

probably likewise

[lord_wizard]

Sounds like you. The other you. But I'm getting the impression you've figured out as much already.

It seems I have escaped unscathed this time. Perhaps I earned a reprieve after that saints-damned island.

[toobravehearted]

Mark is filling me in on the details. I can't decide if the castle likes or dislikes me.

Reprieve? What happened? [Concern in his voice there.] I can take a guess in broad terms, I was with the research team myself. You're doing all right?

[lord_wizard]

A question I ask myself often.

I'll be fine, given some time to recover. I'm not exactly the physical type. [Which doesn't say much to explain the extent of his injuries, but he's not yet ready to let Five much closer.]

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

Whoah. Do people actually wear fezzes??

dictated;

[toobravehearted]

They do indeed. People from Fes in Morocco do, in the 17th Century of Earth history and during the Ottoman Empire. That's where it got it's name from and... And obviously you don't need a history lesson about fezes. Hello there, Jade.

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

Pffthehehe, proved me wrong, alright, alright!

Hello, Doctor. D'you want a snack?

dictated;

[toobravehearted]

Ah, no proving, just a share of information. [And he smiles.] It seems I cannot miss an opportunity to share.

A snack? Oh! Well, I don't think I would say no. What do you suggest? And how about you, are you dressed for the occasion, today? By that I mean costumed alike the majority.

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

I'm making pizza. I haven't had a whole lot of it before -- I'm trying a bunch with really crazy toppings.

[ One has to pass the time somehow, okay. ]

-- and no, I'm not! [ :C ] I was thinking about dressing up anyway, though.

Dictated

[lightbranded]

Afraid I don't know about the fez. It sounds quite the curious costume.

[Will is obviously amused at something.]

Dictated

[toobravehearted]

Curious, hmm. The costume on its own I suppose it isn't that bad if we remove the fez. Although I'm going to confess, I think the jacket and the trousers are a size too small... Which may make things interesting later.

How are you doing, Will? Some amusing results I've heard going around and I must say it makes a change from the usual fare.

Dictated

[lightbranded]

Well enough. [He still has that laugh in his voice.] I've found myself in quite the familiar costume.

Dictated

[toobravehearted]

[And as always is it ever good to hear amusement in Will's voice and it's beginning to catch.]

Oh? So the castle thought to give you a costume as well? Well, you've heard mine... although not the context perhaps. It turns out... I'm costumed as myself.

Your turn, I think.

Re: Dictated

[lightbranded]

I believe that I am costumed as you.

dictated

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe chuckles]

It sounds like you've gone forward in time, Doctor. Or at least your clothes have.

dictated

[toobravehearted]

[There is a pleased smile in his voice to hear her.]

Hello, Phoebe. You could say that, yes. Bit of a surprise but, I suppose it could be a lot worse than costume dressing as my Eleventh. Although I have no idea as to what I'll be thinking by then to wear a fez.

[kungfuwitch]

[She laughs]

I suppose you'll just have to wait and find out. I'm afraid I never really met your Eleventh self while he was here but he was a good man. He was the one who really got Code Blair going, actually.

[toobravehearted]

[Talking and trying to think about oneself in the third person has its moments. Like now, when his ego has the urge to say thank you, but that wouldn't do at all.]

Oh, Phoebe... [He pauses a moment and sighs gently.] I've been waiting for you to come out and confirm that for a while. I think I already guessed as much at any mention you've given of it. [Third person reference aside the person Phoebe knows, he will eventually become. It's still the Doctor. And wearing a fez.]

Do you have a moment at all, Phoebe? If I might request a little of your time, I'd like to show you something.