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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[So a Time Lord walked into a bar... Ahem. Rather, Omega is sitting along the outdoor part of a happily deserted onsen on the first floor, vaguely contemplative. Since he's a stick in the mud not really the onsen type, he's still dressed in his normal clothes, and doesn't seem all that bothered by the heat and steam. In his hand is a glass of something that is very likely alcoholic, judging from the presence of a small bar nearby.

However, if he was banking on the Time Lord alcohol tolerence, he's going to be sorely disappointed. Why? Because of hijinks! Also he's a bit of lightweight on the best of days anyway. Rass mocked him mercilessly for it. Time Lords are going to find that their awesome ability to not get drunk has vanished. Because it's funny.

...Obviously, someone should take advantage of this situation. :|]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is not, actually, completely dressed. Nor is he completely naked. Yet. He is, however, wearing a robe (which looks ridiculous, but when in Japan Rome...) over his swimwear, and a towel slung over his shoulder.

He pauses when he sees Omega, debating whether or not to avoid him. Considering the last thing the Founder said to him, he's not sure his presence would be welcome in the least. So simply walks by and gets himself a drink - it's Omega's call whether or not he stays]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately for Nine, Omega happens to be a pretty mellow drunk. He glances up when Nine passes and narrows his eyes, but otherwise he goes back to staring at the hot springs for several long moments, silent.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine takes a long sip of his rather strong drink, before letting the masochistic part of him win over as he walks up to Omega, putting on a ridiculously fake grin] Never imagined you were much of a drinker.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

There is alcohol on Gallifrey, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[have a Doctor. This one is fully dressed, tie tight up to his throat, looking particularly uncomfortable in this strange place.]

[oh, look who it is. He steps excitedly over to meet himself, but his eyebrows knit together as he thinks something might be off with the man before him]

Hello.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega glances up as the Doctor approaches, and automatically assumes ths is the one he's already met.]

Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hello, Doctor.

[moves to sit near him] Full bar here, too? They don't provide exits, but they do provide escapism, eh?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[narrows his eyes. Another tenth incarnation of the Doctor? That was... interesting.]

Indeed. And I am not the Doctor.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Since it is physically impossible for Dorothy Gale to stay in one place for very long, naturally it would make perfect sense that she would explore every single inch of a new environment like this one, top to bottom. So, speaking of bottom, here she is on the first floor, wandering by where the toasted Time Lord sits and stews.]

You? Drinking alone? Who'd have ever thought.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Oh, fantastic. Omega scowls, but refuses to get up and leave. That would mean she wins, after all.]

Is there something you require?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

What could I possibly need from you?

[strangely, she seems somehow glad to see him! If only because it's an opportunity to annoy him, anyway. Or perhaps it's not specifically HIM she wants to annoy. Hm.]

So what's in the cup, Lonesome?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Nothing I would be likely to give.

[well, since he's not about to get rid of her...]

I believe it's called sake.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[HI ROOMIE! Professor Crane will be adjusting his glasses when he sees you]

I would suggest caution in drinking if only because of some of the people here. The idea of Harleen catching me inebriated is a personal terror.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

A wise suggestion, but inebriation in Time Lords takes considerable effort, and my enemies are unable to appear on the Plane. I am not unduly worried.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

If you're certain. [Dr Crane looks at the drinks in the bar, then selects a bottle of Kirschwasser and pours himself a glass]

On that advice, I won't challenge you to a drinking contest.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

I am afraid they are not my forte, even if I had been interested.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Are you wearing a suit?

[Isaiah certainly isn't.]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega doesn't bother to hide a sigh.]

No, I am not.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

You're still wearing about three yards too much.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[oh, hello there Omega, guess who's not particularly thrilled to be in such a place either? public bathing isn't his thing and neither, apparently is the clothing left in the drawers for him since he's still wearing his regular Gallifreyan robes.]

Might I join you, Lord Omega?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[It's a moment before he looks up, but he nods.]

If you wish, Straxus.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[good, because he's already eyeing the different alcohols at the bar. he nods back and helps himself to some plum wine]

You can't leave here either, can you?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor doesn't look much different either, though he is sans his dark frock coat, and his white silk sleeves are rolled to the elbows

he's striding in what seems an aimless matter, and slows to a halt when he sees Omega; with a light, amused murmur]

And here I thought this couldn't get any more absurd.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[This? Is the Slightly Inebriated Scowl (of Omega).]

Hello, Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[have a Completely Innocent Smile] Hello. Settling in all right?