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[Gene] (tag a Doctor, any Doctor? Companion'll do!) sophiedb November 9 2007, 10:18:19 UTC
Squinting through his beer goggles, Gene couldn't believe his eyes. Not that this was uncommon in this neck of the woods - he spent half his life ignoring the weirder aspects, like the fact that he was here at all - but he was pretty sure that something unusual was going on here. Unusual in a good way, even if it did make him feel melancholy for the missus, and that made it something worthy of attention.

Gene grinned broadly, a loud wolf whistle blaring into the night as sexy knickers (well, one of them) and the big cheese made a bid for privacy.

"Oi oi! Mind y'selves now, playing hide n seek in the dark like that.."

He cut himself short with the realisation that his voice was getting higher and higher. Patted himself down: all present, correct and - thank god - his clothes still fit. He glanced at the label on his current tipple. It weren't in any alphabet he'd even seen before, so he stomped over to one of those nutters travelling in a police box.

"What the bleeding -" Hunt lowered his voice to a whisper. "What the hell is this shit? More importantly, how long am I going to sound like Wee Willy bloody Winkle?"

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[Nine/Rose] purplerhino November 10 2007, 01:28:03 UTC
The Doctor actually laughed and he felt as much as hear Rose giggle into his shoulder.

"Sounds like Herovoxian Grubart. It's a bit like champagne, only the Herovoxian's atmosphere is mostly helium. It'll wear off in a few minutes. But you have to admit it tastes amazing."

Rose was still chuckling. "You could have given some warning, yeah?"

"Now where's the fun in that?" The Doctor winked at her, then grinned at himself... his older self. The It was a good thing he'd left the really hard stuff back on the TARDIS.

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[Gene] sophiedb November 10 2007, 19:55:09 UTC
"You know, they do say that talking to yerself is the first sign of madness," Gene grunted, looking from one alien ponce to the other. He did not squeak. "Laughing with 'im could be the last, if you get my meaning."

Stomping off to find a corner where he could wait for the booze to wear off, Hunt passed the so-called dance floor.

"I've seen bodies with rigor mortis pulling better moves than that," he snarled - or tried to.

Time to head back to the assorted crates of alcohol. There had to be something in that pile that he could wash that Hexi..grubby.. whatever it was down with!

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The Luau Continues . . . fikgirl November 25 2007, 15:31:28 UTC

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