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[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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[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.

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

[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.]

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

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

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

[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.

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.

[a beat. then she bursts out laughing]

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

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

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

How are those daiquiris coming?

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.

[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?

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]

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?

I don't know that one.

[is taken aback] Really? You don't know about the one where there's a poor shoemaker and he leaves some unfinished shoes out, then in the morning discovers them completely finished?

Sort of like the hyperspace modulating extrapolator that's suddenly repaired under the little boy's bed, then?

[blinks] The what?

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