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[guitar_hero]

[the video starts in silence and darkness. The music begins to play softly and the lights come up, white swirling through the TARDiS control room as he slams through Carol of the Bells on his guitar dressed in a red velvet coat that's slightly reminiscent of a former life wasn't the kind to 'boogy' and would look at him askance at the very thought but would nevertheless enjoy it despite himself.

That aside...

When he's done, he bows deeply]

SO. Anyone up for some wassailing? I need to get out and so do you. Joy is in the air and might as well make the most of it. That goes for you too, Gonzo. Twinkle Boots. [guess who that is]

Let's have some fun.

Also I might be getting a dog.

Just, you know, for fun.

Anyway. Wassailing. Let me know.

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[guitar_hero]

Do you really want to spend that much time with me telling you what I know that you can rather discover for yourself and not have me side-eyeing everything about you like an old home movie of your bad senior prom that you can't stop playing?

[video]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

You'll side-eye me no matter what I do.

Anyway you don't have to tell me about things, I have eyes.

[video]

[guitar_hero]

[he sighs]

Fine. Why not. Might as well get it over with. But you're not planning to wear that are you?

[video]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

I'm sure the TARDIS wardrobe has a hideous Christmas sweater I could put on instead. That's one of the Earth traditions, isn't it?

[...he's probably teasing. Maybe.]

[video]

[guitar_hero]

I'm sure she'll be happy to provide you with the most eye bleeding selection possible.

[he wishes he were teasing]

[Action]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[Six comes wandering into the Control room some twenty minutes later, sans coat and instead wearing the most hideous sweater he could find. Seriously, even he thinks this thing looks awful, and he's still wearing his yellow trousers so it clashes even worse. But all the same he's got a grin plastered all over his face because he knows Twelve will hate it.

Besides which he's always worn his hearts on his sleeve, and he's determined not to worry about things for a bit.]

There we are then! Just as I thought, the Wardrobe didn't disappoint.

[He won't bother asking your opinion, you'll give it anyway.]

[Action]

[guitar_hero]

I don't think I've ever hated something so much on first sight. Well done. [and he's being sincere about this and, frankly, glad hes' wearing the sonic shades. Though even they're threatening to shut down in protest]

You could turn an army with that thing if you didn't blind them first.

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[goesagainst_thegrain]

I shall take that as the highest compliment, thank you.

[The turning an army comment, not the first one. And frankly, he has stopped invading forces with the coat before--that, and a hell of a lot of playacting and bravado.]

Well then, shall we?

[Action]

[guitar_hero]

We're not doing it right now. [it's such a simple concept, why can't anyone get it] When have we ever done anything now? On purpose?

This is the planning stage. The get together. The talk shop. So we can, as the tradition dictates, pretend that we give a damn.

[...oops. Words slipped out. Pretend you didn't hear that, self. They're always good at that]

So nice showing. I approve. What do you want to sing. I know several good sea shanties.

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[goesagainst_thegrain]

I do things 'right now.' Mostly. [Crosses his arms over his chest, he's not pouting.] Fine, if you like.

[Eyebrow raise, but certain words are ignored.] ...I was rather thinking things a bit more traditionally... but I suppose that wouldn't be very us, would it. Very well, let me see... some sort of operatic piece, maybe? We probably have enough of us to sing all the parts.

[Action]

[guitar_hero]

Wait until you're this age. Right now seems a century that'a way. [he gestures. He chuckles though at the words]

Maybe Twiggy can sing falsetto. [but he's just picking on him really. Sighing he laces his hands behind his head] I suppose we just have to be grateful himself isn't here. [their first, he means] Can you imagine? He'd boss us like pigeons and we'd hate very nanosecond of it.