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[At first there is silence, though something is definitely turned on. Someone is definitely waiting for something. Then, a guitar begins to play

After it fades, there is a breath and then a slow steady strum of chords, as if to provide background noise]

You know, it's a common misconception that the world is a pretty placid place. That every once in a while, something astounding may drop from the sky or drive up out of the ground, changing life as we know it. But change happens continually all around you. From when you're just walking down the street to when you're sleeping. Skin cells die, skin cells are created. Neural networks and pathways connect as you dream or don't and every breath you're inhaling just a little bit of the cosmos.

So, really, with all that change in mind, constantly going around like an ant inside your brain, you can't really expect me to be surprised by the complete change of location. Because, trust me, I'm not. Bit worried about the timing however, since I'm expected places. [a pause] Ah, it can wait. Give me what you've got.

[he begins to play again.]

The name... is Jhhh Joe, by the way... [a hard riff] Joe Cool.

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[UM. EXCUSE YOU SIR.]

[You can't just name yourself Joe Cool!?]

[YOU'RE NOT COOL.]

[HOW DARE YOU ACTUALLY BACK IT UP BY BEING REALLY FUCKING COOL ALL OF A SUDDEN. OUT OF NOWHERE. SHE WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.]

[Rose is 20,000 kinds of not okay with this!]

[How dare you.]

Where have you been before?

[SHE IS SO SUSPICIOUS OF YOU.]

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Oh, hello, Joe. Would you mind KEEP IT DOWN?!

Some of us are trying to take a nap here!

[Thank goodness he's using a voice call for this as his current position right now is a complete upside down from his bed after falling down from hearing the Doctor's guitar playing.]

[well that's a sight that's bad for the hearts. They seem to skip sideways and his fingers slip, mangling the chord.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again.Careful, Doctor. Always when things seem too good to be true. Especially since....

He plays another chord as if he hadn't heard her, and then]

Bit of a rude question, isn't it? Who says I've been anywhere?

Oh sorry for being loud at a perfectly reasonable hour of the day. Some of us just have no consideration.

[he plays a little riff]
What's your story, then?

Napping.

[Sorry, Doctor. He is just cranky when he wakes up from his spy dream.]

Well you're very helpful, Rapunzel. Thanks for your input. Please, go back to sleep. Don't let me stop you.

[he keeps playing though]

[That helps. He is too busy covering his ears that he forgets just to turn off his voice call.]

Seriously?! You have to keep it down! Otherwise, Noise will wake...

[On cue, his Noibat quickly flies in and screeches loudly not only on his trainer's ears but also his phone as well. After that, he returns to his pole to sleep.]

Up...

You must have been somewhere before this. [Eye roll.] Givin' a concert? [She really wishes that sounded less flirty even in her own mind, but whatever. Maybe he won't notice.]

Cardiff.

[the answer springs to his mouth without any instruction from his mind. Though he's fair sure his mind would have went along with it in any case. That answer was bordering on cheeky and certainly nostalgic. He has to take care, he knows this. Making himself vulnerable under suspicious circumstances is much more of a risk than he wants to take. Especially if he's alone here.

That considered, he pulls back a bit]

No. And I don't take requests. [though he does start playing something as quietly as he can]

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What was that? [even he can feel the vibrations] Someone's not a happy camper. Do you keep a banshee on a leash in there perhaps? Fair warning, they don't generally like it.

[he switches to something quieter and more appropriate for the situation]

Cardiff??? What were you there for? There's like... Nuffin' there. [Except the rift.] Well, my friend Jack runs a division o' Torchwood, but mostly because there's nothing around.

[Sneaky Doctor. Rose was about to introduce herself and ask for a real name because she believed Joe Cool was his name less than she believed Jack's stories, but she's quickly distracted by the music, listening along and waiting until the very end to stop swaying in time, giggling:] No? That was beautiful. I fell like I should be holdin' up a lighter I time. [She almost mentioned he played like the Doctor stroked the TARDIS but thst was kind of a weird thought and she didn't even want to think about right now.] You'd fit Glasgow better with that accent. And it's where all the best concerts are. Well, before London o' course. [Hometown pride, represent!]

[Have a nice view of the underneath of shoes criss-crossed over the other and a face of course]

You're just in time for the Attleton Olympics.

Oh because I sound Scottish I'm automatically from Scotland. Maybe I was born and raised in Cardiff, you ever consider that? [stop swaying like that. He's not at all entranced. Not even a little so that when he finishes the song he starts over again]

London has measly concerts compared to [no he has to be careful. Nothing outlandish or alien] Seisyllwg-- no Ceredigion, I meant. Same difference.

Listen, the bands there would knock your socks off. Send them flying right into the stratosphere. Not to mention [probably shouldn't say 'your knickers'] your knickers. [damnit]

[he stops playing altogether. That is weird. Not to mention suspicious. It's him. The hot one. No scratch that. He's all the hot one. He runs a hand through his hair and absently runs his tongue over the edge of his teeth. It's the hot twiggy one. It wouldn't be the first time both of himselves have ended up in the same place. Not even the first time that they've done it when someone like Rose is here.

Still, he'd rather bide his time and see what it's all about before making any dramatic reveals just yet]

Sounds interesting. And by interesting I mean it would be more fun to watch paint dry. What's the point of watching that sort of thing if you've got no one to root for?

[he strums out an ambling chord or two]

Or anyone to go with...

You asked me what I've got and that's whut I got. At least what this place has going on at the moment.

Show up. Maybe you'll make a friend.

I asked generally. Did I say: You over there with the fantastic hair and the banging body, what should I do? No I was asking the community at large.

[plays a playful little chord up and down though makes a face at the same time, not that it can be seen]

Friend. That word is so... [he shudders] Anyone can call anyone a friend and, honestly, I'm not really looking for someone just to share crisps with.

[yet, anyway]

[Ten clicks his tongue and playful teases back]

Well - the hologram passes out maps and thar are places to go, otherwise. Did you get one?

[Oh, what happened to you, mate?]

Fair enough.

Don't start flirting with me. I'm not your type.

[at all]

I got all that yeah. It's no fun following a map. What's the point of exploring if you already know where to go?

Then you should have a Welsh accent! [Giggles.]

Seisyllwg??? Just how old are you?

[ANNNNNNNND blushes slightly about the knickers.] Well.... You'd have better luck yourself just playin' me a concert, to be quite honest.

[She hates herself.]

[And you'd know that - how exactly? Also - was not being serious about it.]

None. None at all.

Where have you been exploring- before coming here?

Haven't you ever heard of moving? It happens you know. It's a big old u-- world.

[as for the age] I'm twenty-seven. [he can just about pass.]

...

[and that gives him pause. He has to fight very hard not to say the words: what would you like to hear? So hard it may seem like he's not even there save for that he keeps playing]

Don't do concerts for anyone, knickers regardless. [he clears his throat] Though just in case I change my mind, what color are they?

[it turns serious on you when you least expect it. Trust you he knows better than you do.]

Lecture halls mostly. Oh I took a day trip over to Tibet once. Things get a bit awkward when you-- [no wait. Spoilers.

That thought makes him smile even as it makes his hearts hurt.] Nevermind.

How long have you been here anyway? Do you believe what they tell you? Or do you suspect something different?

Yeah, but why would anyone move to Cardiff?

[alksdjaslkdjalsdkj SHE NEARLY FALLS OVER LAUGHING.] Okay you're worse a liar than that friend Jack I mentioned. Seriously.

[AND MORE LAUGHS, and sneaky wolfish wink.] Nuh-uh, you have to earn that way to finding out in person. Unless you're blind. In which case they're T-- blue box blue. Sorry, ah, police box blue. [LOLLING TONGUE OUT THE SIDE.]

For reasons. Listen, I know I sound young, but I'm definitely twenty-seven. I'd show you but I lost my papers alright?

[he's not sure whether he's grateful or not that she tells him the color. He feels like she's lying. She's probably lying. He didn't dare imagine she was telling anything close to resembling the truth for his own health and safety.]

Any particular reason why they're police box blue? [absently drifts into a new song] Have a thing for men with big truncheons?

[You're not a very talkative one are you?]

A month and three weeks. [A short pause] Yes, I believe what they're telling me.

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