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[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]

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[Narvin: fuddy duddy even when he's a savage.] /He was./ [There's just no excuse for him, except snobbishness. Which is a good way to cut out boring company. He smiles as he takes a drink.] /Gathered up his robes so they could keep up with his nose./