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[most_feared]

[Kay steps onto the Plane with one of his huge guns, again looking tired. Not covered in slime this time, good for him, but looking and sounding more than a few decades... younger? Otherwise he smells, acts, and moves pretty much the same.]

If anyone can stand to have a drink with me and tell me about their day, I could use the distraction.

[Welp, he figures people will just think that it's the Plane's fault. Might be better that way. No, it would be better that way. When there's things that he doesn't want to talk about, he really doesn't want to talk about them. He'll just make everyone else talk about themselves.]

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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies' black eye has healed by now, so she's back to looking like her normal self. at his declaration, she steps over to him and then, without feeling the need to ask, starts toward the bar] Looks like you've 'ad some day yourself.

[it's an off-handed comment--not a request, just a probe. she wants to know if he's up for sharing]

[most_feared]

It was a bunch of the same old same old, really. [He huffs in a resigned way. She probably remembers what his 'same old' is like.] Yours? [And he's headed for the bar, too. He wants beer.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she shrugs] The usual for me, too. Apparently, on the planet Bfetan, divorces are made legal by fighting a bladed duel. Who knew.

[thankfully, they're not far from the bar. he definitely looks like he could use a drink, and she's always up for one herself]

[most_feared]

[He winces at the word "divorce" despite himself.] Tough thing for folks to go through even without the sharp edges. [Thank goodness for weird interdimensional spaces where someone can get an unending supply of alcohol when the mood strikes them, and for cheap. Probably the best thing the Plane has to offer.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she glances at him at that comment, as it seems a bit more...emotional...than what she usually sees from him. using "emotional" in its loosest possible sense, of course]

Yeah, even worse when a neighbour sees it through a window and calls us in. [she sighs] They're being verbal about the fact that they don't think they should be charged for a "cultural practice," but considering how many Bfetanian cultural practices involving sticking people with blades, I can't exactly let 'em off the hook.

[she heads into the bar first, going straight to pour herself a glass of whatever's on tap] What do you want?

[most_feared]

[Probably. The divorce is still a sore spot. There's even a little comical thought of, "If only Elizabeth could see me now," in the back of his head.

He sighs.]

You got regulations for cultural expression on Earth? Most of ours are based in the idea they can't threaten the native population. So if they kept their pigstickers to themselves, not much we could do outside of insist that they pursued a permit and special clearance.

Beer is fine. Whatever's there.

[grip_on_reality]

[she glances at him, her expression wry] You say that like we've got regulations for aliens. But... [she frowns thoughtfully, taking a sip from the glass of orange substance that just came out of the tap] Yeah, I think it's beer. [she pours him a glass, sliding it his way]

Well, I'll look into laws on cultural practices for domestic aliens. But either way, it's not like they're gonna press charges, so about the worst they've done is disturbed the peace. [she takes another drink of orange liquid] Thankfully, they're moving anyway, so they won't have to worry about lingering suspicions from the neighbours. Could 'ave been a lot worse--at least it wasn't a duel to the death.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Well, that voice is familiar, and the face as well, at least somewhat, but Jamie still winds up staring for a moment at the man's arrival. Luckily the big gun's also enough of a clue that he's got a fair idea who it is.]

Kay?

[Must be the Plane doing things again.]

Aye, I could use a drink. Things've been...well, I'm no so sure how to put it. Interesting, ye could say.

[most_feared]

Good timing, Sport. [Yup, it's Kay.]

Let's go get that drink. [He goes over to Jamie and puts his hand on his shoulder to walk with him.] Fill me in. I'm ready to take a good long break for a bit.

[Yes, he did mean to phrase it like that. That's how long "good long breaks" last for him.]

[bonnypiperlad]

[He gives Kay a slightly puzzled look at the phrasing, then shakes his head, dismissing it. He'd shrug, but Kay might think he wants him to take his hand back. Jamie's not particularly bothered by that, so he figures he might as well let it stay there while they walk and save some confusion.]

Well, here's a good place to be doing that, that's for sure. Not entirely sure where to start with things, though...

[Or maybe he is, as he suddenly snaps his fingers.] Oh, wait, I know. Have ye started to have any of those merger-things with people here?

[most_feared]

Apparently I had a restaurant sync up with Det. Menzies. [He sounds as though that's the wierdest thing.] Not too disruptive, though. There's not much spillover happening there.

[bonnypiperlad]

You're right. I'd not say that's so bad.

[His, on the other hand...]

I had a friend of mine appear out of thin air and fall right into my lap.

This week has been hell. Sorry for only now coming back.

[most_feared]

What kinda friend? [Now he's curious.]

Hey, it's okay. I understand. No worries!

[bonnypiperlad]

Well, ah, someone who used to travel with the Doctor and me a long time ago.

[Which is the simplest way to describe things, if not very a detailed one.]

She showed up on the Plane fairly recently, but there were a few things that'd happened and I'd not seen her for a wee bit until she turned up the way she did.

[fon_versed]

[Someone else wants distraction too, so it's a fair game. Tear approaches cautiously, as she's never met this man before, but if he's here then it's unlikely he will attack without provocation regardless of the fact that he's armed.]

Perhaps not the sort of drink you're speaking of, but general comraderie can be provided.

[most_feared]

I've had a drink with all types, even those that can't. I'd appreciate the company. [He's carrying his big gun sort of lazily across his shoulders, so it's definitely not primed or trained at anything. He nods towards the bar.]

Don't believe I've spoken to you before.

sorry for taking so long sob

[fon_versed]

It's been some time since I've been here. There's quite a few people I don't know nowadays.

[She takes a seat, considering for a moment what to drink before simply asking for a glass of milk.]

It doesn't feel like I've done much at all, though.

me too :(

[most_feared]

Been busy on the home front? [Which is essentially what happened to him. Very busy.]

[noblesavage]

Few people have days as interesting as yours.

[most_feared]

I wouldn't trade them for the world. [But then he realizes that she might not notice all that much is different about him, and it makes him a bit sad. His voice is a little younger, but he still smells the same, moves the same, holds himself the same.]

[noblesavage]

The world would be poorer if you did.

[The features that remained unchanged vastly outnumbered the things that had changed and, consequently, Leela remained unaware of what had happened. She merely smiled at him.]

[most_feared]

[He considers her carefully, before warning her again.] I need your hands. I need to show you something. [And he brings them up to his face.]

[noblesavage]

[Leela frowned, not because she did not trust him but because she was concerned. She did not pull away when he raised her hands to his face. Instead, she traced his features carefully with her fingertips. She had never done it before, but she could feel the difference between his face now and the face that she remembered from the days before she had lost her sight again.]

... I do not understand.

[most_feared]

I ran into a little bit of trouble. Ended up with a face lift thanks to it, though. [Being half your age was nice, though.]

[noblesavage]

It is not a trick? It is real?

[It was not quite regeneration, but it was the closest that a human could achieve.]