Rose loved the smell of honey, leather and spice that comprised HER version of the Doctor. With a bit of reluctance she stepped back enough to dance properly, not just sway to and frow
( ... )
Susan was partaking of the drinking. It was genetic, and beyond that, it was a moment to relax. Though, she wasn't about to have too much simply because Daniel was... indisposed at the moment. That thought, in itself, brought a hint of a smirk. Life on a tropical, deserted island.
She had her vodka, thanks to an offering from Marcus, and she wasn't sure if it was so he had a 'get out of jail free' card, or if it was in response to her giving Stephen a sweep off his feet, literally. Either way, it was vodka, and she had no doubt that it was good. She was settled once more, food on her makeshift plate finished, for the most part. The pig was excellent with the fruit gathered, the salad greens-- everything worked. And Marcus wasn't too far away; a comforting novelty
( ... )
The moment Susan spoke, 'Achy Breaky Heart' began to play. He would have groaned at it, except for the look on Ten's face and Rose laughing. Some things were worth bad music for.
"You think some of this is bad? You should try the 26th century's revival of Disco." He winced. "Right down to polyester suits with bell bottoms. Jack was in his element. He wore a lavender suit and gold chains. It was almost as frightening as seeing Rose's mother approach." He shuddered. "I made a strategic advance to the rear and locked the TARDIS door until it was time to leave. You can only take so much bad BeeGees impersonations. I think it's used as a form of torture on a few planets."
Suddenly he paused, his eyes going a bit wide. "Oh Rassilon... we're going to have to tell Jackie about the baby. She's going slap me again. Maybe we can avoid visiting till after it's born. She'll be distracted by a cute cooing grandchild."
The 26th century? Susan assumed it was Earth. There was something comforting in knowing that there were other times where Earth would actually survive, or hell, maybe never have to deal with the threat that is the Shadows. Of course, then, that would beg the existence of the First Ones... and, well... the commander was military. That, she'd leave for better minds than her own as far as philosophy and physics was concerned
( ... )
"Jackie Tyler is the single most terrible force in the universe. Voice like a Harpy, disposition of a crocodile and a right hand that can break bone." He crossed his arms defensively. "I've faced some of the greatest terrors of the universe and they all quake before the horror that is Rose's mum. If she isn't making passes, she's slapping, and if she isn't slapping, she's trying to make you eat Sheppard's pie."
His face twisted at the thought.
And she was pretty much his.... mother-in-law. In all but deed. Maybe there was such a thing as Karma and his past misdeeds were finally catching up with him.
"You're right. I'm dead. She's gonna kill me with a frying pan and Sheppard's pie, and I'm gonna turn into HIM." He looked over to Rose and Ten. "I suddenly feel the need for increased alcohol consumption."
See? Susan can appreciate that. A good healthy fear is never a bad thing. She ran 'her' station with it. With everyone working under the firm belief that should something go wrong, Ivanova will find out, things ran a whole lot smoother than they could have. Sure, they'd still had strikes, and the Ambassadors were at times difficult, but some things just couldn't be helped
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[Stephen]cbeckett_mdNovember 28 2007, 15:25:56 UTC
Stephen has had food, and while the music is not necessarily to his taste he has been enjoying himself. He has mingled and danced, and even been dumped on his hind end by a formidable Russian.
Stephen's gaze travelled to said Russian and he watched for a moment the interaction between her and Nine. Stephen hadn't yet really met Nine so had yet to form a real opinion of him. He did see the look on Susan's face and decided that perhaps Nine needed an intervention. After all, these people did not know Susan Ivanova, so had no idea when they needed a rescue or not.
Stephen walked over and nudged Susan's shoulder slightly, "Hey, does he need to be rescued? I know that look. I have seen that look. That look makes Londo run in fear when he's sober." Stephen watched his friend for a moment and then looked over at Nine and gave him a sympathetic look, "Sorry man, you are so screwed."
That said Stephen glanced at the vodka bottle and then at Susan before holding out his cup, which was currently empty. Did anything more need to be said?
"No rescue quite yet, thanks." The Doctor took the offered cup. Seeing how Susan clung to her bottle, he understood the gesture made.
"And we've established that I am, indeed scr... in trouble. But not from Susan. Rose's mother, the terror of Great Briton, is going to kill me and turn me into that skinny fellow with... the hair. Once she finds out I've debauched her daughter and am making her a grandmother. She'll probobly ask if it'll have tenticles or something."
The Doctor drank the cup of vodka and took a burning swallow. Not bad.
"One thing remains the same across any species devides. That's a healthy fear of the mother-in-law."
"And no... no crossing your own timelines if you can avoid it. Paradoxes are deadly, usually beyond just the ones that cause them." He drew into himself. Not even to save a world.
Shaking it off he motioned for Stephen to have a seat.
Susan looked up, the gleam in her eye clearly present, as well as the smile that turned immediately theatrically innocent. No real hint of intoxication there; simply a more... relaxed manner as she raised a hand to place fingers on the center of her chest, her expression taking on a surprised and almost offended mien. "Me? Stephen... I'm hurt
( ... )
"Family... Thing is, I don't do domestic. Never have. Never made routine stops so any of my companions could visit with their families before. Don't know why I did with her." The Doctor stared into his cup, as if it held the answer. It couldn't even get him drunk unless he allowed it
( ... )
Sitting nearby, Marcus couuldn't help but laugh at the Doctor's commentary.
He stood and moved to join the small group, holding out a small glass to Susan. "Mind if I join in?" he asked his fiancee, eyes only for her.
The headache he'd had the morning after their meal and engagement had only just worn off, but he wouldn't admit that to the world.
He turned those blue eyes to Stephen with a friendly smile, then to Nine. "You know, the reason we still call your race the First Ones is simlpy that you and those before you were among the first to explore the universe."
He tipped his glass in a little salute. Somehow he felt an affinity to this Doctor, more so than Ten... but liked both men.
"Earth rule..." Susan began after finishing her second cup of vodka. "Okay, Russian rule," she easily conceded this point. "You have to finish the second glass. We're almost there... One more." She leaned towards Stephen, her brows raised. "You're behind by one
( ... )
Stephen laughed when the Doctor answered that he only feared Jackie Tyler, "You don't know Susan well. I do. And if she can get you drunk and into a completely undignified position then she will. It's the Russian way, and that is only the half of what she might do. She's downright viscious when she wants to be. See now me, I'm already a dead man so I don't have to worry too much, just accept my fate for what it is
( ... )
The Doctor raised his cup to Susan's toast and tossed the alcohol back. "You should talk to Jack. There's this drink from the fiftieth century earth that he has an affinity for. Hypervodka. One drink will put your average human into a full on drunk. Two would start the onset of alcohol poisoning
( ... )
Marcus stifled a smile and a laugh by draining his cup. Truthfully he wasn't really feeling like talking, just enjoying his friends' company was more than enough.
But when the Doctor called himself a rogue, he couldn't help but smile again. "Glad I'm not the only rogue here..."
[Ivanova] (Oh lookee... an entrance ready for Jack!)lost_mckayDecember 4 2007, 13:49:55 UTC
Susan's brows rose, the merriment dancing in her blue eyes, though they also held that mischief.. no... the promise of retaliation, though affectionate. One of the few people in the universe that she could count on... She did manage, however, an innocent... ish... expression at the description of her...
"Vicious? Vicious? Stephen... I only have the best intentions. I always give fair warning... and a person is never in doubt as to what exactly I will do should .. something happen." If you scan me, I will twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot! She smiles prettily and can't hold the laugh. "You can't say I've never given the person a way out
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She had her vodka, thanks to an offering from Marcus, and she wasn't sure if it was so he had a 'get out of jail free' card, or if it was in response to her giving Stephen a sweep off his feet, literally. Either way, it was vodka, and she had no doubt that it was good. She was settled once more, food on her makeshift plate finished, for the most part. The pig was excellent with the fruit gathered, the salad greens-- everything worked. And Marcus wasn't too far away; a comforting novelty ( ... )
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"You think some of this is bad? You should try the 26th century's revival of Disco." He winced. "Right down to polyester suits with bell bottoms. Jack was in his element. He wore a lavender suit and gold chains. It was almost as frightening as seeing Rose's mother approach." He shuddered. "I made a strategic advance to the rear and locked the TARDIS door until it was time to leave. You can only take so much bad BeeGees impersonations. I think it's used as a form of torture on a few planets."
Suddenly he paused, his eyes going a bit wide. "Oh Rassilon... we're going to have to tell Jackie about the baby. She's going slap me again. Maybe we can avoid visiting till after it's born. She'll be distracted by a cute cooing grandchild."
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His face twisted at the thought.
And she was pretty much his.... mother-in-law. In all but deed. Maybe there was such a thing as Karma and his past misdeeds were finally catching up with him.
"You're right. I'm dead. She's gonna kill me with a frying pan and Sheppard's pie, and I'm gonna turn into HIM." He looked over to Rose and Ten. "I suddenly feel the need for increased alcohol consumption."
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Stephen's gaze travelled to said Russian and he watched for a moment the interaction between her and Nine. Stephen hadn't yet really met Nine so had yet to form a real opinion of him. He did see the look on Susan's face and decided that perhaps Nine needed an intervention. After all, these people did not know Susan Ivanova, so had no idea when they needed a rescue or not.
Stephen walked over and nudged Susan's shoulder slightly, "Hey, does he need to be rescued? I know that look. I have seen that look. That look makes Londo run in fear when he's sober." Stephen watched his friend for a moment and then looked over at Nine and gave him a sympathetic look, "Sorry man, you are so screwed."
That said Stephen glanced at the vodka bottle and then at Susan before holding out his cup, which was currently empty. Did anything more need to be said?
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"And we've established that I am, indeed scr... in trouble. But not from Susan. Rose's mother, the terror of Great Briton, is going to kill me and turn me into that skinny fellow with... the hair. Once she finds out I've debauched her daughter and am making her a grandmother. She'll probobly ask if it'll have tenticles or something."
The Doctor drank the cup of vodka and took a burning swallow. Not bad.
"One thing remains the same across any species devides. That's a healthy fear of the mother-in-law."
"And no... no crossing your own timelines if you can avoid it. Paradoxes are deadly, usually beyond just the ones that cause them." He drew into himself. Not even to save a world.
Shaking it off he motioned for Stephen to have a seat.
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He stood and moved to join the small group, holding out a small glass to Susan. "Mind if I join in?" he asked his fiancee, eyes only for her.
The headache he'd had the morning after their meal and engagement had only just worn off, but he wouldn't admit that to the world.
He turned those blue eyes to Stephen with a friendly smile, then to Nine. "You know, the reason we still call your race the First Ones is simlpy that you and those before you were among the first to explore the universe."
He tipped his glass in a little salute. Somehow he felt an affinity to this Doctor, more so than Ten... but liked both men.
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But when the Doctor called himself a rogue, he couldn't help but smile again. "Glad I'm not the only rogue here..."
He cast an impish grin at Susan then Stephen.
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"Vicious? Vicious? Stephen... I only have the best intentions. I always give fair warning... and a person is never in doubt as to what exactly I will do should .. something happen." If you scan me, I will twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot! She smiles prettily and can't hold the laugh. "You can't say I've never given the person a way out ( ... )
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