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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[if one happens to be near the infamous bar on the Plane, you might see a big green thing making a beeline for that very location. of course, it isn't a big green monster or anything remotely similar heading that way, but a very worried and agitated Time Lord in full ceremonial robes, the colour of which indicates he's from the Arcalian Chapter of the Academy.

granted, if he isn't seen, one can damn well hear the swish, swish, swish from those heavy, multi-layered robes as he moves, or the crashing of poor glass bottles that keep getting knocked to the ground thanks to his robes and cumbersome shoulder-headpiece he's wearing as he sets about fixing himself a drink.

...make that multiple drinks. he may be there for a while.]


[ooc: Straxus has had a bit of a canon update, which can be seen here. The new stuff starts in blue.]

Comments

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[considers that] I'm not used to humans being concerned for my well-being. It's different.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Eh, you'll jsut have to get used to it.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[gives her an awkward, little smile] Well, I appreciate it, Brigitta.

[pours himself a glass of plum wine] Would you care for any? [eyes her beer with an arched eyebrow]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Her smile is a lot more relaxed] Excellent; though I'd do it without your approval.

[She clutches her beer closer (BEEEEEEEEEEEEER) looking faintly defensive] I prefer the ordinary stuff.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Is that so? I'll take your word for that then.

[shrugs and puts the cork back in the bottle] Please yourself. All we have is "ordinary stuff" back on Gallifrey. Nothing quite like this.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Smirk] I prefer Vodka really; but beer is better than wine any day.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Vodka, what is that like?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...You've never tried Vodka?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

We don't have such a thing on Gallifrey, so no, I have not had any before.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I should've expected that; what with what your planet seems to be like [Pause] ...Do you want to try some?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[makes an amused sort of noise as he has a seat] Ohhh, why not? I don't see how it could do any harm.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Yep, she'll be attempting to slap him on the back as she vaults over the bar- sorry about that, she does honestly mean to be affectionate with that.

...As shown when she shortly returns with a bottle and two glasses] I love modern day alcohol; it can be a bit soft in some places but there's so much variety top it.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he gives her a look of "dear lord, why did you hit me?", but he chocks it up to enthusiasm and waits for her to pour it for him.]

A bit soft, eh? Suppose that's a matter of opinion and location. I'm afraid we don't have that much variety--at least, not in the way that I've seen in just my quick perusals here.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[It was a smack of love, honest- and now he has a lovely drink being shoved at him at quite a speed; because going slow is obviously for stupid people in Brigitta's eyes]

Some of it can be soft; and some of it has to be served in little cups which is just mad really- all or nothing or else there's no point [She lifts her glass to take a gulp and smacks her lips] ...COme on then, drink up- it'll be good for you.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[looks at it warily. the last time he had a drink of a clear alcohol, that didn't go over so well...

oh what the heck. he grabs it and tosses it back--or as far back as one can move his head wearing that head-shoulder piece, anyway--and starts to cough]

And this? [his voice cracks] There's no possible way this can be "soft"!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta may just be laughing at that; but at least she hides... No, wait, she's Brigitta- she'll just be being the best friend ever and openly laughing at him]

No, this is better than most of what's on offer.

[Eventually her chuckles stop (seriously, best friend ever) and she smirks at him] ...I'm guessing you didn't like it?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[wipes his mouth] Absolutely not. That stuff was dreadful! Not nearly as bad as the gin, but still up there!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Oho, she looks a little shocked now] ...You don't like gin?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

No, not at all. It reminds me too much of a horrid drink we have back on Gallifrey.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I qite like it actually; perhaps you haven't tried the right stuff?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[points at the green bottle of gin he tried a couple months ago] What about that? Is that "the right stuff"?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Obviously not if you didn't like it- Kirilli gets the same way about alcohol; I have no idea why I keep attracting you people [She grabs the bottle and frowns at it] ..Perhaps you didn't drink it the right way.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

And dare I ask what that right way might be?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...How did you drink it the first time?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[deadpan]

I opened my mouth, then swallowed the gin once it was in my mouth.