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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 11:16:03 GMT -5
He grinned at her and continued to watch the light show. Or light extinguishing show...the Gnab Gib. He'd have to remember that one. He wondered if they wrote it on the pamphlets like they did ambulance letters, not just backwards but all the letters reversed too.
Fitz wrinkled his nose a moment as he thought about that. "Like being red-green colourblind, only whatever those colours names were that I can't see." Then he saw the flash of cash fan out onto the table and stood up, pulling the napkin from his lap. "Thanks, Iris." He offered her an elbow to make their way out, a fashionable exit to match their fashionable entrance. "Ready when you are, love."
"Right! I'll have to find something just beyond when I left in the first place, with the Doctor." Well, technically not him, but he -really- didn't want to think about that. "Something like Lennon would wear, bell bottoms and the like." Truth be told though he was curious what Iris would find as much as what he picked out. "Convenient having so much clothing at your finger tippy-tips!"
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Jul 4, 2017 17:22:49 GMT -5
"It sure is," Iris agreed, and with the press of a button on her key fob, the door to her big red bus opened up to let them in. "Though, all the clothes in the universe wouldn't do anyone any good unless they had an uncanny sense of style, much like my own," she bragged a little, and then the door closed behind them.
Iris went to the console and prepped her TARDIS for their next destination. With each word she spoke, she flipped a lever, or pushed a button: "Woodstock. White Lake, New York. 1969."
And then, they dematerialized as the TARDIS zoomed off through the Time Vortex.
"Right, then! Wardrobe!" Iris called out in a sing-song voice, and she led Fitz into the depths of the big red bus, to a wondrously decadent room, full of clothes of all kinds, from all different eras, and all different planets.
"Knock yourself out, Luvvie," Iris said, giving Fitz her blessing to go wild.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 22:08:20 GMT -5
"True that, you could get lost in a wilderness built on bad heels and patchy, motheaten coats," he agreed, walking in with her. "Who knows what untold horrors would await the unsuspecting? It would be a funhouse mirror of bad fashion."
He gave a little smile at her and then at the console. Buttons, flipper things, knobs, lights that flashed and blinked - Fitz loved it all. He loved that it was both a double decker bus and more than a bus. It all seemed more impressive under the gentle coaxing of their dinner drinks, like a happy glow surrounded him that extended to everything he looked at.
"I can dig that. You know, I heard a lot of people ended up covered in mud," he said, disappearing into the wardrobe, sounding amused as he added, "Just mud." The wardrobe, he figured, was some kind of its own zen experience. Like finding the kitchen in the Doctor's TARDIS, he meandered until he came towards clothing that seemed to fit what he was after. First he pulled a long caftan like robe with floral print and matching pants out, raising an eyebrow. He stuck it back next to it's mate with the hexagonal geometric. To himself, he started to sing 'Shaking All Over,' dashing around a group of clothing to grab a hatrack for a microphone for the chorus. He then air-guitered his way in front of a set of shirts. "Quivers down my backbone, I've got the shakes down my kneebones..." He took one off the hanger, glanced over the bright flowered embroidery and gave a satisfied nod. That and a pair of dark jeans...and shoes that were a bit waterproof. Fringed vest, mandatory and maybe a scarf, if he could find one. He was not above using his future-knowledge to secure some basic comforts but didn't want to ruin Iris's best shoes in the mud. John Lenon round glasses, tinted, he couldn't remember if they were a thing or not yet but they'd look good but they topped it off. "So how's this, groovy enough?" he asked, after he finished donning it all.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Mar 10, 2019 21:27:07 GMT -5
"I can dig that. You know, I heard a lot of people ended up covered in mud," he said, disappearing into the wardrobe, sounding amused as he added, "Just mud." "Oh, that's right!" Iris exclaimed from nearby within the Wardrobe. "Some people were very much of the mind that clothing was very much optional," she said, giggling. "Good times, good times..." she trailed off, recalling previous encounters with hippies and rock stars. Good times, indeed! And while Fitz sang, Iris did a little dance and worked out her clothing selection. Ultimately, she chose a sort of patchwork-looking, bohemian styled dress in hues of purple and yellow-orange, and a pair of purple-tinted, slightly oversized Lennon-styled glasses. "So how's this, groovy enough?" he asked, after he finished donning it all. "Ooh, Luvvie! Lookin' super-groovy!" Iris declared, nodding her head in approval. "Love the glasses," she added, letting her own pair slide a little down her nose, so that she could look at him over the lenses. "And, how do you reckon I've done?" she asked, and then she slowly twirled around to show off every inch of her fabulous dress.   |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2019 12:46:21 GMT -5
"I think we're gonna fit right in," he said with a grin. "Maybe you'll even make the trend. When I left, the Beatles were still all wearing side parts and suits and singing about wanting to hold your hand, so I'm using my future knowledge to fill in the gaps." He paused to look at one of the mirrors. "Always gets my good side, these mirrors are flatterers," he teased. From a corner, he grabbed up a brightly woven rolled up blanket and hefted it over a shoulder. Then he held out an elbow. "Right; what else should we bring wiv us besides our wicked style?"
// sorry for the delay, I got bronchitis Then got better, then got the flu >. <
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on May 24, 2019 18:23:27 GMT -5
"My goodie bag," Iris replied, answering Fitz's question and giving her bigger-on-the-inside purse a squeeze. It was, as always, full of gin and anything else she thought she might need at any given moment. "And gin," she added with a smirk, before turning and heading back toward the console room.
"Oooh! We're here! Woodstock, Baby!" she nutty Time Lady announced. "But, now... Where did she park us?" she wondered aloud, while turning on the view-screen to see their outside surroundings.
The bus had parked herself atop a flat stretch of land that overlooked the mass of people that had come out for the massive concert -- and were still coming. There were just so many people that as you got nearer and nearer to the stage, it became harder and harder to move forward -- or at all.
"Look at all those people!"
Was Iris up for this?
She took a swig of gin from the nearest flask at-hand and took a deep breath.
They were totally going to rock this!
As the duo stepped out of the bus and joined the throng of people, they were greeted by the sweet sounds of the Grateful Dead.
"Hey, man," a hippie, who was obviously tripping but seemed super-chill, said to the pair as they approached. "Welcome to the land of milk and honey! Care for a square?"
He was talking about acid...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2019 13:09:39 GMT -5
"Don't leave home without it," Fitz agreed. He patted himself down to see if he had any more ciggies left and then nodded. "Remind me to pick up some ciggies if we can get some, it's hard to get the brand I like anymore, I like the old Gauloises better."
Fitz swore to himself in happy surprise as he saw the size of the crowd, so many people that it almost just looked like an ocean. "Can you believe that! Imagine playing in front of a crowd like that," he said, in awe. He turned an excited grin on Iris. "This is going to be fab."
"Trade you a nip for a smoke?" he offered, pulling out a battered pack of cigarettes. "Hey, smoking allowed on here? Doctor hated that...well, his TARDIS probably didn't like it much.
It took Fitz a minute to realize two things - 'being a square' was not the same as 'having a square' and it probably meant some kind of drug. Although he was not the type to hate various forms of inebriation, he wanted to /remember/ what happened which meant not being outright blotto on anything, even beings soaked in gin might prove contrary. No, he would have to keep a moderate and healthy buzz going, but not overindulge. "Hey, man," he said with a friendly wave. "Yeah, this is amazing, innit?" he said, eyeing them. "I'm good for now, though, ta!" he gave Iris a sidelong look, as if asking if that was the right answer.
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