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Coffee, coffee, for everyone!

Today's musical selection: The Flaming Lips.

OOC: Sorry this is up a day late. I was dead yesterday from migraine.

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Uh-oh. It appears the Doctor has wandered in on one of those social-gatherings that Rose has been trying to get him involved in. And they've got...coffee?

Well, it could be worse, he supposes.

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"Hi!" a cheery voice says from his right. "You're here for coffee, right?"

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"Uh..." the Doctor glances over at the girl next to him and gives her a short nod and a bit of a smile.

"Well, all right, haven't had a cup since I got here," he admitted, "Can't hurt."

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"How do you take it?" she asks.

As an afterthought: "My name's Faye."

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"Don't suppose you've milk?" he asks, scratching the back of his head, "Doubt that'd keep."

A pause, then another smile, "Nice to meet you, Faye. I'm the Doctor."

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"Creamer," she says with an apologetic shrug. "Everything else spoiled long before we got here."

She tilts her head a little. "Just--The Doctor? No name to go along with it?"

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"Doctor's a name, isn't it?" he says easily as he grabs a pack of Ramen noodles. With a smack, he cracks the package on the side of the table and begins muching on the dry bits inside.

Clearly he has been hanging around Rose too much.

"Creamer'll do," he adds, "No sugar."

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"That's a valid point," she agrees. "I'm just not used to a name that's also used as a title where I come from."

She pours him a mug and hands it over, creamer added and pre-mixed. Good barista.

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"Sounds more like a definite article though, doesn't it?" he says, looking warily into the mug as if she'd handed him some alien substance, "More official, more integrating. One's more likely to remember a name like 'Doctor' than a name like...'Bob' or some such nonsense."

He slowly takes a sip of the coffee. It's not quite Third Great And Bountiful Human Empire standards, but it's pretty good. Well, it's a lot better than the stale tea he's been drinking.

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"It really does," she says, nodding. "Although with names like Rogue, Oz, Zuko, and House running around..." She shrugs. "it's kind of hard to forget names around here."

Faye was a barista at Coffee of Doom, okay. Of course the coffee's good. Jeez, man.

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"And 'Hellboy'," the Doctor adds, "Doubt I'll forget that one any time soon."

Not that the Doctor ever forgets anything like names. Co-ordinates, time trackers, core speed occulators' filing names, yeah...on occasion. But never something simple like names. Though, for the life of him, he can't remember what that fellow with the arrow on his head's name is supposed to be. And he is sure it's fairly unusual, lots of vowels...

Wait. Right. Conversation.

"You work in a coffee shop back in your time?" he asks.

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"I have yet to meet Hellboy myself," she says, "but he's kind of hard to miss seeing around here." She grins.

"I did," Faye nods. "It was called Coffee of Doom, circa Massachusetts, 2006."

For someone who forgets names... honestly. He's called Aang.

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The Doctor snorts out a bit of a laugh, "Hellboy. He's...interesting, I think. Run into him a few times. Place this small, run into everyone a few times."

"2006?" he chuckles, "You should meet my friend Rose, she's from the same era, worked in a shop. London, though."

Give the man a break, he's 900, for most races that's the age you start going senile.

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"Haven't heard much about him. Although--he's usually out on patrol and on war counciland such? I don't hang around with those guys." Faye shrugs.

"Haven't been to London," she says. "But I'm learning the planet's pretty small... I missed a lot of chances."

Hey, he's got no excuse. For her race, dementia and senility can set in as early as the late 40s.

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"War council," the Doctor quietly repeats the words like they've created a bad taste in his mouth, "Can't seem to hide from war, not even here."

To Faye, he puts on a bright smile, "Oh, London is wonderful. Shops and shows, billboards and lights---oh, and three highly-secretive anti-alien military units all within three miles of each other. So secret they don't even know they're there. Should make that part of the tour, I'd bet more people would travel there."

He pauses, "You'll have the chance to see them."

And, for the record, he's the Doctor. He can have any excuse he wants, then offer you a jelly baby.

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Faye just stares at the man. "Um."