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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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[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[sniffs and hastily wipes at any tears in her eyes. she is not amused]

Fine. Fine! We can play it that way. But you're not getting rid of me that easily, Spaceman. Got it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[this is also amusing, but the smile it brings to his face is purely nostalgic]

Got it.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[huffs a little] Good.

[for a moment, she debates whether she should let his hand go and smack his arm for that awful joke, or just hold on and let her anger go...]

[so, she chooses the former, but just holds her hand there; her way of saying she's sorry]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[he looks a little offended at the slap, but finds himself grinning at the gesture]

[he'll never admit it, but this is something he's really, really missed about being with her]

You know, there's a bar 'round this place. Fancy a banana daiquiri?

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[she cracks a smile finally, glad to see that silly grin of his]

Only if you're making it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeaaaaaaah, I never could figure out quite the ratio of rum to mix. I still say a one-one ratio should be the most texturally consistent.

[he reaches down and takes her hand, working very hard to not show just how sad it makes him, having her here and now]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Nothing a few adjustments can't fix if you muck it up the first time. We'll just end up with a very large batch in the end.

[gives his hand a reassuring squeeze] Lead on, barkeep.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[he leads to the bar and immediately heads behind it, grabbing the glasses, pitcher, and mix with the relaxed ease of someone who knows this bar quite well (and he does)]

So whereabouts are we on your timeline, then?

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[she takes a moment before she responds. that's going to take a little getting used to...] Met Agatha Christie not too long ago.

[shakes her head, a wry smile on her lips] And I see you're still wearing that suit.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[to himself] Blimey, not that far in at all.

[to her] The classics never go out of style.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[she pretends she didn't catch a bit of that, and instead leans forward on the bar, giving him a look] Tell that to the person bringing back the side ponytail. Those always made me feel lopsided.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

They went out of style? [yep, that would be a clueless Doctor]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[slowly] Yeah. They did. [she almost gives him a list of other styles that have gone by the wayside, but then she remembers who she's talking to and decides it's not worth it. she just shakes her head instead.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[mild panic] My hair's still fashionable, isn't it?

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[purposefully takes a very long moment to consider this and taps her chin as she looks at his hair] Well...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[sniff and sigh] Well, doesn't really matter, I suppose. I've always been ahead of my time.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[mutters under her breath] Literally in this case... [too bad she isn't talking about his hair]

[smiles a knowing, teasing little smile] Bed-head will always be fashionable, no matter what year you're in. Just ask a caveman.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oi. I used to be quite well-acquainted with a cavewoman once. She thought I had the hair of a God. [beat] Well, her people worshiped me as a God, at least.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[a beat. then she bursts out laughing]

Think you might've clubbed her over the head a little too hard there, Zeus.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oi! That was her tribe's belief, not mine!

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[still smirking] And I'm sure you did everything in your power to dissuade them.

How are those daiquiris coming?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I did!

[slides one drink over to her and puts one on the bar in front of himself] Never needs restocking, this bar. Nor the food storage.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow ever so slightly] Sure you did. [so doesn't believe him]

[has a sip from her drink--not bad, bit on the strong side, but hey, she doesn't mind a little extra rum--but then she looks up, giving him a look] Pull the other one. Are you for real?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I've poured every bottle out, but they're always full when I look back. I don't know if it's the Plane, or someone sneaking up behind me, but they don't let us starve. Or go dry.

[he takes a sip of his own drink]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Did you do it with anybody here to witness you pouring out all the bottles? Shame about all that alcohol. Or is it like one of those fairy tales like the shoe maker and the little elves?