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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[so, Lucy's been hanging out on the Proper Doctor's TARDIS for the last few days after some very unforseen and unexpected events. meaning she's missed a great deal of the hubbub. sadness. but she's here with a purpose! that purpose being an apology]

Diva? I really must apologise. I know we were supposed to have that party, but I was ... indisposed rather suddenly. Do you suppose we could try again? It would be nice to have some proper entertainment.

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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

How ungentlemanly, disturbing a woman's peace. You should be ashamed.

[mercwamouth]

Well as soon as you start caring about disturbing my peace, I'll start caring about yours.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Need I remind you that you are the one who approached me when I was obviously addressing someone else?

[mercwamouth]

Need I remind you that you're acting like a stuck-up priss?.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I am the Prime Minster's wife, you ridiculously clad heathen. I am not a priss.

[mercwamouth]

Do I look like Captain Britain to you? I don't care if you're the freakin' Queen. No one talks down to me unless a paycheck is involved.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I will address you in any fashion I so choose. Consider it a lesson in proper etiquette. One should always know how to behave amongst their betters.

[mercwamouth]

[Takes out a machine gun.]

You might want to drop out of the Plane right about now.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You'll regret this.

[and drops]

[mercwamouth]

[She's probably right, you know.]

I don't care if she throws the whole freakin' Coalition at me. It was worth it.