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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Rose Tyler is sitting on the bar, eating ice cream cake. And there's a pie next to her. Anyway, she's eating ice cream cake straight out of the box with a very large fork that probably belonged to her toddler brother at some point]

Right, well. I have no clue whose face I'm eating, but it's delicious. And almost as good for stress as explosions.

Still, though. An explosion can't hurt.

[By the way. She has a detonator. And she pressed a button and blew up something not too far away on the plane.]

Much better.

Comments

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Not particularly.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

There you go then.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Still. I wouldn't do it. It's bad for your health.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

And little girls shouldn't play with explosives, it's bad for their health too. I'll take that. [Grabs detonator and walks away with it]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't make me shoot you. Give it back.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

As if a girl like you would dare to.

((She would shoot an unarmed guy? o.O))

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Shoots at him, but misses. On purpose] I didn't have to miss.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

[Jumps, then turns around to glare at her] Are you insane?? Don't just shoot people!

((If she really wants to get stabbed by a furious Juliet, then sure. >.> Just don't kill him.))

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Give me the detonator back, and I won't.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

If you promise to stop using it.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm not promising you anything. Just give it back.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

Fine, be a bitch and blow stuff up. [Tosses it at her]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Thank you.