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who: Undertaker and Bill
what: Memory trade game
when: Between the 9th and 23rd
where: In the dream world
warnings: None yet

Where he was could very well have been home to him. Something was a little off about it, but it was close enough to what he knew that he felt almost as though he should have been here. The crowd moved around him and he through it as he looked here and there, pretending he could see better than he could and hearing and smelling everything and nothing all at the same time. It was a celebration of some kind, an event, some gathering, but he hadn't yet figured out which it was, what time of year other than winter - the snow was a dead giveaway.

One man seemed to be approaching him, talking with his companion, and didn't see the mortician standing there. The stranger looked up, laughing, and Undertaker went to move out of the way, just enough that they would miss each other, but something from the whole interaction was missing. The rush of air as the other passed, the feel of his coat pulling away from his legs in the artificial breeze. It hit him, what felt off about the world around him.

It was like he wasn't there at all.

He blinked, turned to watch the man and his companion depart as though nothing had happened. Hair shifted around him as he tilted his head, eyes hidden behind it squinting. Did that really just happen?

Undertaker turned again, looking around him, and intentionally held himself still as he did, waiting for someone to bump into him, if they could at all. "Would someone mind giving me the time? I seem to have misplaced my watch."

Now to wait for a response, if he would receive any.

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Bill often dreamed about travelling with the Doctor, though this didn't feel like one of those dreams. This felt more like a memory, although one she was standing inside of, watching herself and the Doctor walk past her, as if she was in some sort of hologram projection of the Thames frozen river festival. Everyone around her having a wonderful time, chatting and laughing and watching the performers.

Except there was one other person who didn't belong there. Someone she didn't remember seeing when she had been there for real.

"I don't have the time," she answered, coming over and sticking her hands in the pockets of her jeans. "I think... I think I'm dreaming?"

He turned at the sound of that voice, unfamiliar with either the sound or the look of the woman. But she was the only one around him who even seemed to know that he existed, and so he found himself drawn to her for that alone. He watched her approach quietly, looked around them again, and settled on her blurry form at last.

"I think we both are, then." But what a strange dream. He knew he must be dreaming, which in itself was odd. "I know this place, and I don't. You must be a figment of the imagination as well."

Bill gave the man a skeptical look. "I'm not imaginary." She sounded a bit offended at the thought. "I know this place. I've been here before. See?" She pointed at her other self, wearing a green velvet dress and talking with the Doctor in front of a sword swallower. "That's me, there. We're... in my memory, or something."

Oh. So it was another one of those dreams again. This wasn't their typical method, he noticed, amazed with that he recognized it in a dream at all, but it did hat a certain lucid quality to it that he rarely experienced. He should have known.

Following the woman't gesture, he saw her other self there with a man in dress more appropriate for the time. "So you are. And you seem to be the only one who can hear me." He looked around, looking for someone else who might have picked up on their conversation, or the fact that there was a pair of twins in the vicinity, and reached to knock the hat off of a passing gentleman. His hand went straight through without incident and he grinned.

"Where, then, in your memory are we, milady?"

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Bill took a deep breath, looking around and gesturing to the fair around them.

"London, 1814. Winter, obviously. A frost fair on the Thames." She took a few steps towards her memory-self, pointing to the Doctor. "That man there took me here in his time machine. We'd just gotten back from the a human colony planet in the future."

"Ah, the Thames." His grin widened and he took it in a second time, recognizing it a little better now. "Looked a little different the last time I saw it, but a lot changes in almost a century."

She gestured and he followed her direction, stepping closer to the man to get a better look at him now that he knew they weren't going to be seen. "Time machine? I've heard of those in stories. It really exists in your time, does it?"

"They're not.. common, or anything." The Doctor's TARDIS might be the only one, Bill doesn't know.

Still, this is very strange, to be sharing her memory with a total stranger. Bill isn't sure how to behave, or how much of her memory they're going to revisit.

"I should think not. They weren't in my time, far as I know." He giggled and looked around, snooping on the vendors and what they were selling as if he had been a potential customer himself without straying too far from his companion. "Time only moved in one direction and we could only move with it."

He picked up a small trinket from the stand nearest to him to examine it, or attempted to. His fingers moved right through the necklace. At a loss, he sighed and stepped partially into the stand itself just for the sake of doing so. "Tell me. What is it like, visiting timelines not your own? I've had a taste of that myself being in Riverview. It's quite a culture shock."

Bill smiles somewhat fondly. "That's how time is for most people. But my friend, he... He sees time differently. And he showed me a bit what that's like."

And, quite frankly, it's amazing. "Seeing other times is... well it's not like anything I thought I'd do. I've seen the past and the future, and other planets as well. Everywhere I've been is so different, but... really people are the same, wherever or whenever you go." Bill thinks of the Roman Legionnaires she met in ancient Scotland, and how they thought her antiquated in her sexual preferences. Funny how that happens.

"What time are you from, then?"

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