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

[[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.

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[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.

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

Pardon me, what?

...

...

...Obviously, I have excellent taste.

Some of that sounds rather familar.

Whoah. Do people actually wear fezzes??

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.

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?

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

[Will is obviously amused at something.]

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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.

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Pffthehehe, proved me wrong, alright, alright!

Hello, Doctor. D'you want a snack?

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.

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?

[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'?

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.

[That makes all the difference and a smile to his face and voice.] You're right, it has been a while and why not. You're more than welcome to come over. For you, I'll even stay awake.

[And off he goes with his journal through the TARDIS to hopefully meet Mark by the time he arrives.] Eleventh. Perhaps I mellow in my old age. I hope that it is old age, by then.

The fez offends Simon's sister that much? I... don't think we shall have that issue. She's no longer at the castle. [Although why the girl would not let him keep it is a mystery.]

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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.

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.

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?

I see. Pizza can be... nice. Although, I've not had a whole lot of it, either. You might have to be careful with your toppings. Mix the wrong things together and well, it could be a disaster.

[Is that a sad face transcribed into his journal? It sure does look like one.]

Hmm. Do you know, I have a wardrobe filled with things and doing not a lot of anything. [His wardrobe spans several very large rooms, and for some reason keeps getting bigger... With clothing from all times, places and periods and things he doesn't even know he has any more.] You're welcome to stop by and pick something out, if you like?

Hehehe. Nothing wrong with making a disaster -- disasters are usually entertaining, at least.

[ Buuut his last offer makes her smile, and it's obvious in her voice. ]

Yess, that sounds awesome! Do you have anything that would fit me, do you think?

[Phoebe chuckles]

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

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.]

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

Fair warning: if you nod off on me I'm wishing up bottle rockets. [as he makes his way up to the TARDIS, he realizes that the Doctor mush have forgotten River Song. it's a tricky situation he's in.... go on letting him think otherwise and or risk his disappointment when he finds out.... or ruin his good mood now by telling the truth? it's a toughie, and he decides to just let the time traveler choose. he breezes in, and pokes his head through the TARDIS doors, ridiculous red wig and all]

Helloooooooo?

[He can't help the smile in his voice.] Duly noted.

[Without an immediate answer on the girl River, he does begin to wonder. Just over-looked, or not? Surely Simon would have told him of anything important. Or no, wait a moment. River arrived around the same time he did, and unless she had been here before...

Hearing Mark call from the other side of the door that leads into the console room, he picks up his pace to a jog and with that he goes through it and sees-- Mark's head covered in a red wig. He does well to start to cover his laugh behind a cough.]

I'm here, please, come on in, Mark. You're looking well.

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