Voice testing...hopefully heading to asgardeventide

[crossways]

All right, Missy, care to explain what's going on?

You take me from the TARDIS and expect me to quietly shuffle off to whatever place you decide...and while the Doctor's running about on his own!

Well, let me tell you: I've had enough of these old cities and their household gods. Who's to say they're not all aliens again?

Thanks, but no thanks. I'm better off traveling with the Doctor, so you can send me back now and be done with it!

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[unionjackass]

Yea. Er, yes. [Stop making his accent want to wander.] That's exactly what I'm saying.

[crossways]

Suppose he got himself into a spot of trouble again. Always happens when he doesn't have anyone with him.

[Also happens when he does have someone with him, but she'll not go into that.]

[unionjackass]

Doesn't it just? Oh, and he's not the Doctor you're familiar with. He got--

...

--er, older.

[STICKING OUT A HAND.]

The nation of England here, representing the United Kingdom and so on and so forth, pleasure I suppose.

[crossways]

You mean he's regenerated. Or done some other barmy Time Lord thing that makes him look different.

[Taking that hand...and gaping.]

The nation of England? No. Way.

Oh, you're just taking the mickey out of me, aren't you. Almost got me there. No, really. What's your name?

[unionjackass]

[handshake :D ] Oh for God's sake--! I'll not bother explaining it again, if one of my own citizens doesn't get it that's really none of my concern.

Er-- Yes, he's regenerated. Still the Doctor though, can't deny that. Ridiculous hair, strange sense of fashion... though I am partial to the tweed...

[crossways]

He's wearin' tweed. My other self was right; and we thought the pinstripes were bad enough!

[Obviously the Doctor's sense of fashion is a much more important topic.]

An' stop avoiding the question. Not very polite of you to keep mum when I'm about to give you my name. It's Donna Noble, by the way.

[unionjackass]

A culture's identity held together by a people and any sort of government--made flesh and blood and forever connected to its people, politics and yes, even its landmass--me. [HUFF. He looks like a ruffled bird, puffed and indignant.]

Pleasure, Miss Noble. [green eyes flashing; but he settles down.] Yes, anyway...