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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. :|]

Comments

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Have you seen anyone else with a purple aura? Or any other colours?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Doctor Jonathan Crane has both a yellow aura and ring. Yours is the first purple one I've seen.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Dr. Crane? [blinks] Diva mentioned him. Haven't met him yet, myself. Any idea what the colours mean? [and he will be helping himself to another drink now]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[downing the rest of his own drink] I believe they are linked to certain emotions. Green represents willpower, although I am uncertain as to the meaning of the others.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[nods thoughtfully] Sort of wonder what colours my selves have got. Haven't seen any of them around, have you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Not as of yet, no.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Let me know if you do, yeah? [pauses for a long moment, downing his entire second drink in one go] And try not to get too angry at them. They're not the ones that ought to be blamed. [neither is he, technically, but that is beside the point]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Hm. I shall keep it in mind. [goes back to staring at the springs, starting to feel a bit muzzy.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[...okay, he was not expecting that answer] You feeling alright?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[slightly irritated, but on his way to being too drunk to care] Of course.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is feeling a bit tipsy relaxed himself, and places a hand on Omega's shoulder. Which is weird, because it his own shoulder. Or it was, anyway.] You sure? You seem a bit...off.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega tenses and pulls away, albeit slower than he probably would have normally. Brusqely;]

I am prefectly all right, Doctor.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Alright, no need to get your knickers in a twist. [offers him a bemused smile as he goes for drink number three] Feel like doing an experiment?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[suspicious] Of what sort?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[smirks] Alcohol tolerance. [it's more of a challenge than an experiment, really]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega raises an eyebrow. Are you 90, Nine?] No.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[obvs. he is a 900-year-old teenager, yes] Why not? You're not a lightweight, are you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[glare]

I have no need to engage in any sort of foolish competition with you, Doctor.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[smug Doctor is smug] You're just afraid I'll drink you under the table.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Considering Gallifreyan physiology, that would be quite a feat.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

No reason to be afraid of a contest then, is there?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[He shoots Nine an irritated glare, then proceeds to ignore him and down the rest of his drink. Keep it up, Nine, you'll get him drunk eventually!]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[grins] Can I get you another drink there, Omega? [because he is getting himself one anyway]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[as neutrally as possible]

If you like.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[oh he does like! So he gets him another sake, pouring one for himself, too, before handing it to him. he's broody quiet for a long moment, sipping his drink, before he asks idly;] What made you change your mind? Last time we spoke you wanted me dead, but now we're having drinks.