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[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[now arriving on the Plane is a nicely dressed ginger-haired woman who takes one look at where she is, gasps, and screws her eyes shut]

Oh. My. God. I'm in the middle of outer space! Again! [but something in the back of her mind tells her to stop being so ridiculous; if she really is, she'd be dead by now and she certainly doesn't feel dead, and besides, didn't see meet someone in a place like it not too long ago?] Ohhh, when I get my hands on that woman and those creepy Wonder Twins...

[and speaking of hands, she feels around for a chair she swears she saw when her eyes were open and--ah ha! she finds it and quickly has a seat, her hands holding the edge of the seat tight.] All right. [takes a breath] Let's think about this. There's no way this is really outer space. It just can't. [she takes a peek out of one eye then slowly opens the other. slowly:] Okay...that's better. I think.

[louder now because she needs to focus on something else for the time being before she goes mad. or becomes ill. whichever comes first.] Right! I want some answers and not from that cow. Come on, there's got to be somebody sane around here!

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[lamb_of_gold]

I'd not doubt that. But I'm sure there's a fairly extraterrestrial collection in there, along with things you may find more familiar.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Is there really? Maybe I can find that one alcohol the Doctor told me about this one time...

[but before she looks, she gets herself a glass of water. or at least she hopes it's water coming out of the tap.]

[lamb_of_gold]

So I've been told. I don't often drink. [Though he does sit on one of the barstools]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Only on special occasions, huh? My mum's like that. [has a drink of her water] Didn't used to be, though.

[lamb_of_gold]

Something like that.

Oh?

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Used to do the one glass of red with dinner thing every night, but not since Dad died.