RP for James Norrington (bestcommodore)

[ladyoftime]

With a sound that could be described as 'VWOORP VWOORP' and a small wind coming from seemingly nowhere, a blue police call box materialises at precisely seven o'clock. The Doctor bounces out to find her passenger for the night, one James Norrington, who did not present himself immediately.
"Jamie!"

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[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

He's busy wondering /what the hell/ that noise was. He, of course, comes to investigate. "My name, madam, is Commodore norrington."

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Not tonight, it isn't. You're traveling on my ship tonight, and my ship doesn't have a Commodore. Are you ready to go?" Not that it matters. He's coming anyway.

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

He glowers at her. Why did he agree to this? "Regardless of where I am or whose ship I am on, I am still a Commodore of His Majesty's Royal Navy." He's coming, he's coming, hold your horses.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"And I'm sure your mother must be very proud." She grins an insanely large grin at him and nudges open the TARDIS door with her foot. "We haven't got all night. Well, we do, but it wouldn't be much fun if we spent it standing around here glaring at each other. After you," she adds politely and steps to the side so he has clear passage to the door.

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

He rasies an eyebrow and steps into the TARDIS. ...Steps back out, stares at it, and steps back in. "..How is that possible?"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Time Lord technology. It's..." Oh, 'bigger on the inside' would be overdone. She reconsiders. "Far beyond your understanding."

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

Oh, that gets a glare. But he doesn't ask. He's still figuring out microwaves.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

She steps in behind him and bounces over to the Console. "Destination: Jura II. Would you mind shutting the door? And you might want to grab hold of something."
The TARDIS isn't exactly a smooth ride, no.

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

He does as he's told and then grabs ahold of a railing. As proud of his balance as he is, these are /definitely/ uncharted waters. And how on Earth is this a /ship/?

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

They get off easy, all things considered. It's not as bumpy as other times, and it doesn't take long (relatively) before they materialise. The Doctor peers at Norrington. "You all right?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

Norrington manages not to fall on his prudish naval arse, so that's probably a good thing. "Fine." If a bit weirded out.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant!" She runs for the TARDIS door and throws it open to reveal a smallish alleyway, at the end of which is a pub. The sign flashes something the TARDIS translates as "The Official Bar of Jura II".
It's snappier in the original language. Something to do with cows. "Do you happen to have ID, by any chance?" That's what the psychic paper is for, but it can't hurt to check beforehand.

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

"A what?" That's a no. ...He's also still in full uniform, you /may/ want to talk him into something less..glaringly 1700's.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

""Identification. Proof you are who you say you are. No matter, I've got that covered." The Doctor thoughtfully eyes his uniform. "You might want to change out of that uniform. There's a Wardrobe through that door over there. Take the first left, second right, and the third on the left. Go straight for a bit, then under the stairs, and past the bins. It's the fifth door on your left, you can't miss it!"
:D

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with my uniform?" He's a bit defensive of it.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, nothing. I'm sure no one will notice it. Much. I just thought you might be more comfortable in something else."

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

...And now his common sense is kicking in, and he sighs. "Very well. I shall be back momentarily." And he strides off in direction she indicated. When he returns, he will be dressed more normally, but in just as many layers. Because layers are good.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

It is better, she has to admit. The man has an obsession with layers, apparently, but she can't talk.
At any rate, she drags him off to the snappily-titled bar and gets them in with the use of psychic paper. (It's amazing how fast she manages to find herself a banana daiquiri, especially considering that they aren't, technically, served here.) "What'll you have, Jamie?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

"Brandy." He does have a bit of a layers problem. That, or he's still wary of the tickling.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

She catches the bartender's attention, and Jamie is soon served his brandy. She'll get him to try something more interesting later.
"What'd you think of the TARDIS?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

He sips it like a gentleman. She's never going to get him to de-layer and submit to ticklishness at this rate.

"It's very...interesting. What is it, precisely?"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Brandy, like you asked for. At least, it should be." She peers into his glass worriedly. "Isn't it?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

"I meant the TARDIS." He gives her an amused look.