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[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Donna appears on the plane, somewhat guarded and weary. She looks around for a moment but then relaxes just slightly, pushing her hair out of her face]

Anyone needs me, I'm going to the pub. I need a pint. Or two.

[and thus she begins the trek to the pub]

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[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[was a little concerned when he was having trouble with the glasses but smiles and accepts her drink] That all sounds very 1920's. That Prohibition stuff. [takes a moment to drink, then says] I feel like I was hit by a bus. I dunno. [bites her lip, then says] She got me. So I'm trying to get it out of my system.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

1930s, actually. Funny, never thought I'd have to tell someone what year I'm from! [Frowns thoughtfully at the rest...] She got me, too, though I guess I'm a little more used to it than most. That Doctor said there was another immortal around--did he mean you?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Me? No. I died. [chugs down her drink at that] People around here can come back, so I guess we're as good as immortal.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

The people here come back? [He pours her another.] No one mentioned that... I wonder if Li knows? A friend of his died here, too.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I dunno. I sort of assumed it was common knowledge but I guess it depends on who you talk to. Doesn't make coming back feel any better.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

I'd imagine not. [So he tops her off.] But here's to being alive, eh?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[beams and holds up her glass] Cheers, mate. I've still got a lot of living I need to do.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Taps his glass on the counter thoughtfully for a few minutes before clapping it down in a decisive motion.]

You know what this place needs, Miss Noble? A party. A proper hop. Angela would help, I bet. It could be... like... what do those churches call 'em.... a Jacob's joiner. Potluck! Everyone can bring something special from their own world. What'cha think?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

A potluck? I always did like those. I used to make this cake for them with strawberries sliced on top and whipped cream. And a bit of rum.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[oooo, tasty.] You should bring that. That sounds good!

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I think I might!