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14; There is no "I" in threesome. (Canon updating...)

In the bar area...

[have a Handy running his hands through his hair, then looking at what appears to be grains of sand in disgust. he makes a face, then puts the sandy hands out towards Jack ~~and no, he's not Annie trying to convince Sam he's real~~]
Dead people, that is dead people! In my hair. Dead people!
[Jack, on the other hand, is thankfully sand-free. He seems, if anything, slightly curious]
Dead plants, dead animals, buildings.....
[and the Doctor, unimpressed] You and Christina. Complaining about your hair!
[the Doctor gets a glare, and Handy will just wipe his hands off on Jack's sleeve, since he seems so fascinated by the DEAD PEOPLE sand]
Why are neither of you disturbed by the fact that that sand there is dead people. You should be disturbed. It's disturbing.
[Jack makes a face and wipes at his sleeve]
If you think it's disturbing, why are you wiping dead people on my sleeve? It's rude.
You spend time on a dead, alien world, and all you're worried about is how much you've got on your hair. [sighs, and takes a sip of his drink]
Well you seemed fascinated by it, I figured you'd rather wear it than me.
[to the Doctor]
Maybe I'm disturbed and worried because an entire civilization was reduced to sand? And the fact that I seem to have it all over me might just add to that a bit.
You know, you probably have sand stuck to your shoes. Along with uncovered patches of skin.
[Helpful Jack is helpful]
I've reconfigured the wormholes to make sure that doesn't happen again. Only sand worlds are ones that should be uninhabited.
[sorry Doctor, he isn't even paying attention to you right now. Handy's face falls and he gets a very horrified look on his face, because he totally didn't consider the possibilities of what Jack just said. He will now be hopping out of his seat, and checking out his shoes and trousers and pretty much any part of him he can inspect]
[Jack rolls his eyes, sipping on a glass of water as he watches]
It's just sand.
[sigh] Think it was wrong of me to leave her with the bus?

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I'll still manage to muck it up, I always end up putting too much or too little in, recipe or not.

[looks over at her and grins] Despite that, I somehow can manage to open a bottle and pour a drink. And as long as you're having some, I'll try it, too.

[grabs two glasses and pours the drinks, then offers her a glass]

[takes it, examining the drink and sniffing uncertainly, before taking a small drink and making a face] It has an odd taste. [frowns, then tries again] But it is not bad.

[takes a sip and makes a face as well]

I don't think I like that one very much. [shrugs] Differing tastes, I suppose.

[grabs another glass and moves to the tap]

I think I'll just stick with a pint.

Then I will have that, as well. [sets aside her drink, waiting patiently] I will have what you have, Doctor.

[smiles at that and then shrugs and grabs another glass and pours her a pint]

If you liked the other one, you don't need to switch just because of me.

It is a chance to experience something new with my Doctor. That is reason enough. [and takes the pint, once more sniffing experimentally, then takes a gulp -- and makes a ridiculous face, reaching out to take his from him] Doctor, do not drink it! I believe it is poisoned!

[looks helplessly as his drink is taken from him. he really wanted that]

Poisoned?

Edited 2009-04-19 21:26 (UTC)

Yes, poison. It is bitter, Doctor, and has a horrible taste. It cannot be good for you.

Oh no, that's just the way it's meant to taste. I'm sure it's not poisoned.

[and will now be attempting to get his drink back]

[keeps it away] Why do you want to drink something that tastes of bitterness? Sweet things are much better.

[bounces on his toes, a little impatiently, and then makes another attempt]

I like it. It's, it's good. Lot's of people like it. And sweet is nice, but so is that.

[God, Handy, you're such a lush. so the TARDIS takes another drink of yours to keep it away from you]

It is horrid and only reinforces my belief that most things human are dangerous to the rest of the universe.

[well being reminded that he's going to die sooner rather than later makes liquid comfort seem very appealing]

But it's obviously not poison. You're still standing!

[and another reach for that drink. oddly enough, it hasn't dawned on him that he could just pour himself another glass]

I am immune to many poisons, Doctor. You know this. But your body as it is is susceptible to that which it would not be were you in a proper Time Lord body. I will not allow you to bring yourself to harm.

[she doesn't realise it either, really, so she just keeps his glass and hers away from him]

It's not harmful. I've had beer before, plenty of times. Here and on Earth.

[now will be reaching for hers instead, since it is more full]

[hey, no fair grabbing for hers!]

Well I do not believe you should have it.

[no fair taking his!]

Why not?

[everything she does is fair]

Because it is a horrid substance. [obviously]

[except not]

Well, you may think it's horrid, but I like it.

[tell her that]

Your physiology is obviously far too altered for you to make a proper judgement in this regard. [and just to make sure, she finishes off his glass and makes for hers to do the same and therefore keep him from drinking even though they're in a bar that never runs out of alcohol]

[never. that thought will just remain as a narrative aside]

I'm perfectly capable of making proper judgments. [yeah, he's totally forgotten that apparently too, as he is only concerned with his (now empty) glass and hers, as if they were the only ones available, and so now he will be making to steal her drink]

[it's probably safer that way]

Even in your proper form, you make erroneous judgements far too often, Doctor. Need I remind you of them all? [get away from the beer, Handy, or so will so dump it on you]

[even Handy is aware enough to know this]

It's not erroneous. Like I said, I've had beer plenty of times, and I'm perfectly all right. [he's still grabbing for that beer, and nothing will deter him]

You are half-human. That is not perfectly all right. [and she takes a drink of it, makes a face, and then dumps it out on Handy's head]

[gapes at her, and might be a bit hurt about what she just said, but his focus right now is on the beer he is currently wearing]

You just dumped that on my head.

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