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[rude_not_ginger]

There had been too much hemming-and-hawing for the Doctor's liking on the picking up of what would be his two newest companions. This was really getting to the point of unacceptable. He had new friends and he wanted to show them the universe!

Besides, it really wasn't fair to promise them both time travel and then not give it to them. After all, humans lives were so short. Well, perhaps that didn't work for his two newest companions, but Rose...Rose would've liked to have had some time with them.

Giving his head a scratch, he pushed the coordinates to finally pick up Aislinn and Byron. Tour 'round the TARDIS, then some time off of Earth, yes? Yes. Definitely.

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[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Aislinn heard the sirens and almost tumbled off of the middle of Byron's bed where she'd been reading his latest plot sketch while he paced on the balcony outside, which she thought rather foolish given the sheer amount of ice that had built up despite the staff's good intentions.

"He's here!!" She shouted it at the balcony door before running helter skelter out of the room and darting for the stairs toward that beautiful sound.

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Byron heard them as well, and while darting was a little faster than he could generally move, he did come inside with alacrity, and hurry after her as fast as he could manage while still managing to look dignified.

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The Doctor's head poked out of the TARDIS door, "Right, you two, that's enough waiting, I think! Too much of that, more time needs to be spent traveling, yes! Traveling!"

He grinned brightly at them, "Regret to say that Rose is a bit poorly, but we're ready to go!"

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Aislinn bouced, half spinning to run back upstairs and grab her bag, passing Byron on the stairs. She'd packed her favorite pictures of Devin, her favorite stones, some clothes and some of her favorite books. A few blank books and a lot of pens. She'd had it ready to go for ages, just waiting for him, and she'd skidded back down the steps to fling herself in his arms before Byron quite made it down them.

"Really?"

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Byron laughed, watching her. He'd grabbed his bag on the off chance that they were leaving. Clothes, and the paper and inks Reinette had left him, some other writing things. He grabbed his guitar case, giving the Doctor a smile.

"We were starting to wonder..."

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"Oh, everything seems to take a bit longer than you'd expect when you're flying a time machine. Can always go back and make up for it, though."

He beamed at his two new companions. Oh, this was going to be brilliant, simply brilliant.

"Got a few ideas where we can start traveling, but I'm always open to suggestions."

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"Anywhere. It doesn't matter where," Aislinn said promptly, beaming bright.

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Byron smiled, a lot quieter. "We'll trust your judgment."

He brushed his fingers lightly through Aislinn's hair in a soothing motion, pleased to see her so happy, finally.

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The Doctor grinned, his ego swelling, "I've a few ideas, yes! There's Aristiria! The Artisan planet! I think you two will like it there!"

He bounced inside, "Go ahead and put your things down for a minute! Once I've got the coordinates set, we can take a look for what rooms to put you in."

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Aislinn set her bag down and wandered to the console to greet the TARDIS as well with a soft touch, radiating her pleasure at finally being on board with no necessity of leaving anytime soon. Leaving traveling, or leaving the Doctor, or leaving Byron. She was practically glowing with happiness, and cast her two favorite a happy smile.

"An entire planet full of artisans? What sorts?!"

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Byron settled against one of the columns, leaning a little like he had on his first trip and smiled back at her softly before glancing at the Doctor.

"You said Rose isn't well? Is she all right?" he asked in a concerned tone.

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To Aislinn, with a bright grin: "All sorts. Various space-stations with classes and galleries, whole continents dedicated to varying degrees of art. It's a fascinating place, and we can hit a few different areas while we're there."

To Byron, a little more seriously, but with a touch of flippancy: "Just a bit under the weather. I told her she should wear her scarf on Sysorax, but she didn't listen."

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Aislinn's eyes glinted with a fervor that was more than just the anticipation of a new planet, a new world, and she beamed even brighter at the thought of so very many artists all at once. Just the thought made her head spin.

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Byron nodded, making a note to stop in and see Rose for himself, make sure she was all right, then he grinned at Aislinn's excitement.

"You might never get her to leave..."

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The Doctor laughed, "Oh, there's so much in this universe, Byron, she won't be content to stay in one place too long. Besides, it's not as if we don't have plenty of time to explore, us three immortals in one TARDIS."

He paused, scratching his head, "That's odd, I think that this is one of the first time I've traveled with only immortals. Interesting!"

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"Is it really?" Aislinn asked, curious. "And I want to see it all, not just one planet," she told Byron, sticking out her tongue.

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"I don't think even we have time for that, love," Byron said ruefully, flicking her nose with his forefinger.

He glanced at the Doctor. "We won't get in your way with the ... immortal bit. Just less to worry about us with, I suppose."

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"Ooooooh, I doubt it will be in the way," the Doctor said, grinning again, "Just be rather interesting. Won't have to worry about...silly things like aging and getting old."

He finished up with the TARDIS and grinned, "So, which art would you like to see first?"

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Aislinn glanced between them, nibbling on one finger. "Are there musicians? Composers?"

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Byron smiled, slight skepticism about the not being in the way lingering, but he let it go for now.

"Hearing alien music would be amazing, though I'd like to see their visual arts as well."

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"Composers, yes, musicians, yes, we'll make a morning of it, then an evening of the visual arts," the grin on his face was so wide it hurt his cheeks, but he was just so bloody pleased to be traveling with them that he couldn't make himself stop.

"Tomorrow we can try the writing and poetry station," he said. In a moment, the TARDIS landed with a ding on the west side of the Corphorian sector.

"Who wants to be first out?"

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Aislinn held back, just a little, her natural reticience to do anything for herself, smiling softly at Byron.

"You go first..."

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Byron gave her a look, but bowed, flashing a grin at the Doctor as he moved eagerly toward the door, a shiver of excitement running down his spine as he opened it.

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Outside was a vast yard. Green applegrass and crystal-clear bioluminescent lakes scattered throughout. Perfectly-formed startrees scattered the vasinity, and varying orchestras and small bands sat within the warm, temperate areas. Cellos, flutes, and odd instruments that were probably never before seem by their eyes.

Perhaps the only strange thing, however, was the strange, green-grey striping that seperated each band, each individual playing unit.

Well, that and the world was completely silent. No music, just the occasional chirp of birds.

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Aislinn stepped out tentatively behind Byron, peeking over his shoulder, her eyes wide. She looked over the bands, the varying groups, glancing from one to another, then got distracted by the grass and the lakes, stooping to brush her fingers through the applegrass with a delighted smile.

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Byron was a little more practical, glancing at the Doctor.

"Why can't we hear them?"

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"Audio barriers," the Doctor replied, smiling warmly at Aislinn's enthusiasm, "If one wants to create a barrier, then all one has to do is simply pick up some barrier fluid and draw it. They disappear after, what, two hours, I think? Something like that."

He took a few steps forward, over one of the greyish lines, and some very somber, very beautiful Karimakien music drifted into his ears.

He nodded, then motioned for his companions to follow.

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Aislinn left the grass for the music, following the Doctor and shyly sliding her hand into his in a tentative gesture.

She closed her eyes to listen to the music.

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Byron followed a moment later, smiling at them both, listening to the music both for enjoyment and with a naturally analytical ear, that listened for rhythm and tone.