Who: 11th doctor and OTA(Multiple threads welcome!) What: Random conversations? Where: Around the library, maybe When: Afternoon Rating: PG-13 at least.
Thumbs linked in his pockets, the raggedy timelord strolled down the corridoor, having found one of his precious stentsons. It wasn't a fez by a long shot, but at least it was cool, and he had one.That, and he had been keeping an eye on everything his past selfs had been doing, and trying when he could to get the TARDIS fixed. Still, he was starting to feel a bit useless and besides that being a new feeling, he didn't enjoy it.Not one bit.
Still!There were guests, however suprising and unwanted they were, and he was determined to come across all them, or at least most of them at anyrate.