Despite being friends with humans for most of her thousand(s) year life the Doctor still can't adhere to their fashion sense, especially for a formal occasion.
Fill for the Thirteen Fanzine prompt 'formal wear'. Only one day late this time! If anyone drew what the Doctor is wearing in this I would love you forever!
"Doctor, what on earth are you wearing?"
Yaz almost tripped over her own feet in surprise when she entered the console room, Ryan and Graham behind her equally shocked at the state of their friend.
The Time Lord was dressed in a garish riot of coloured fabrics. Gone were her usual blue trousers and in their place were folds of shiny blue-green fabric that were so iridescent it made her friends' eyes water just looking at it. They couldn't even tell if she was wearing trousers or a skirt.
Her top half was festooned with thick ribbons of luminous yellow and orange, covering a barely visible silver base layer and snaking down her bare arms like an overdressed neon Christmas tree.
"What?" Asked the Doctor, looking down at herself to see if her clothing had suddenly changed without her noticing since she had dressed herself a few minutes prior. It hadn't. "This is the formal dress of the Thoros people. Of course I don't have enough arms to show it off to full effect but its close enough." She waved an arm in the air and the ribbons that dangled off it fluttered mesmerizingly.
"And why are you wearing it?"
"We've been invited to a party. I saved the High Prince a few years ago so he's invited me and as many friends as I wish to bring to his birthday party."
"Do we have to wear the same as you?"
"You can wear whatever is formal in your culture, everyone else will be wearing what is appropriate to them so don't worry about looking different."
"Thank goodness." exclaimed Graham. "I think you've got a better chance of pulling off that look than I do, Doc."
"Why don't you wear what your culture wears?" Asked Ryan.
The Doctor screwed up her face.
"I'm not wearing the dress of my culture. It looks stupid, all huge collars and not practical at all. Very silly."
Yaz grabbed the Doctor by one ribbon covered arm and pulled her in the direction of the wardrobe.
"Well we are not going to be seen with you wearing that. Come on, I'll find you something suitable for you. You fancy a suit or a dress?"
Their voices started a fade as they made their way deeper into the Tardis.
"I don't know," replied the Doctor. "What do think would look best on this body? I can't say I've worn a dress to a formal occasion before. Though there was that one time…."