[Aeryn] Dinner?
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crossing_lostrpWho: Aeryn
Where: Corridors/dining room
When: Day 28, Later afternoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete
Aeryn had left the others, Tara, Michelle and Molly and made her way through the maze of corridors. There surely had to be a place she could clean up the leathers of her jacket and pants? Maybe somewhere she could wash the top, too?
Gratefully, she'd accepted the clean clothing that Molly had brought. Peacekeepers had no qualms about sharing clothing, as long as they fit. After all, if a peacekeeper was killed, his or her uniform could be recycled for the next officer.
But how she knew about that, she had no idea.
Walking the corridor, she found herself humming the strange tune that John had programmed his DRD "1812" with. It was odd, since she had no idea where it'd come from, had no memory of what a DRD was/is, but it felt comforting, as if it were something she was used to hearing.
(OOC: 1812 played, if you didn't know/couldn't guess, the 1812 overture... and a DRD is like a small robot, designed to keep the ships clean/tidy/repaired.)
Where: Corridors/dining room
When: Day 28, Later afternoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete
Aeryn had left the others, Tara, Michelle and Molly and made her way through the maze of corridors. There surely had to be a place she could clean up the leathers of her jacket and pants? Maybe somewhere she could wash the top, too?
Gratefully, she'd accepted the clean clothing that Molly had brought. Peacekeepers had no qualms about sharing clothing, as long as they fit. After all, if a peacekeeper was killed, his or her uniform could be recycled for the next officer.
But how she knew about that, she had no idea.
Walking the corridor, she found herself humming the strange tune that John had programmed his DRD "1812" with. It was odd, since she had no idea where it'd come from, had no memory of what a DRD was/is, but it felt comforting, as if it were something she was used to hearing.
(OOC: 1812 played, if you didn't know/couldn't guess, the 1812 overture... and a DRD is like a small robot, designed to keep the ships clean/tidy/repaired.)
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[Doctor]
Date: 2007-04-03 09:28 pm (UTC)He wanted to add he smart, sassy, and sexy young woman willing to put up with him, but that might tick off said young woman,and imply he was hard to put up with.
"The videos and pictures of us travellin' only indicated one you." Rose took hold of one of the Doctor's elbows and wriggled her hand into the crook. "Sorry, you weren't in 'em." She looked at Claude, feeling a bit guilty she couldn't be more helpful. "Jack was, but not you. Maybe we came here to visit you. Drop in on family and all that."
The Doctor actually felt as if he'd taken a physical blow. He didn't know why, and he mentally cursed in six different languages. He didn't have a family. Not anymore. He was almost certain of it. That raw and gaping wound he'd felt in his mind seemed to roar open and threaten to swallow him. He forced it down, concentrating on the feel of Rose's hand on his arm, her warmth next to him. She grounded him.
She was looking at him now, worried and a bit afraid.
//What is it?// Her voice in his head threatened to make it worse.
//Impression. Not a real memory, but a reaction.// He returned. A wave of reassurance and warmth enveloped him.
He looked at his double. A quick blood test would tell if they were related... or cloned. No, he couldn't be cloned. Why was that? Huh.
"Dunno, the longer hair isn't too bad." Rose was grinning at his double. "Kinda rakish. The beard would take some gettin' used to."
The Doctor suddenly glared at his double. She wasn't flirting, was she? He was much better looking than the floppy haired git.
Rose looked at him sidelong and grinned that grin with the tongue. She was havin' him on. The cheek.
OOC:
Date: 2007-04-03 09:29 pm (UTC)[Claude]
Date: 2007-04-03 10:17 pm (UTC)Of course she had to be, Claude knew full well that his hair looked somewhat akin to a bird's nest - minus the birds, of course.
Claude lifted his head to smell the scent that were drifting out the door as he finally extended his hand to no one in particular. "Society indicates I should at least make some sort of..." He paused, waving the hand, "Better introduction before we continuing conversing. I am, for the moment, Pigeon."
He continued to hold hand out, not caring that it was probably rude since no one had taken it yet. He was a rude type of guy.
Redirect, kinda
Date: 2007-04-03 11:10 pm (UTC)[Rose]
Date: 2007-04-03 11:55 pm (UTC)"Now we're gettin' personal." The Doctor huffed.
"'S your brother, silly. Alien or not, bet you were always competitive." Rose tilted her head and looked at Pigeon. "Oh, it could use a good combing, but I could get used to the length. Kinda fluffy."
Yeah, something to ruffle or run fingers through. Not that Chris's short hair was bad at all. It was darker though. Most likely it got lighter as hit grew from sun bleaching.
[Claude-Pigeon-This guy]
Date: 2007-04-04 01:10 am (UTC)"It's such a girl-like word. Makes me think of kittens." He made another awful face at Mad Chris as hesaid this, but this one was clearly in reference to the word 'fluffy.'
Combining the threads
Date: 2007-04-04 03:24 am (UTC)