Every place of employment needed time to relax and for the employees to get to know each other, even in a small place like the village of Haurvatat, which was why Chuck had decided to throw a party for the people who worked for him, or rather, with him. And what better day than on Canada Day? All the Canadians he knew in the village were long gone
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She picked up a glass of punch and surveyed her surroundings. Social interactions were never her forte but she also wasn't one to hang back and wait for others to come to her. She spotted a man also giving the room the once over and she decided that he was as good a place to start as any.
Purposefully and confidently she strode over to where he was and smiled as she stuck out her hand.
"Dr. Temperance Brennan, ancient artifacts curator."
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Edited to add: I'm SO sorry I flaked on this post!
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So she'd insisted and because John knew the alternative was tying her down he'd relented. But she had a curfew.
She hadn't even had a curfew as a child.
Still she'd made it, and she was mingling and sipping a cup of something fizzy.
[ooc: John and Carolyn modded with permission.]
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She offered her hand, "River Song, Archeologist."
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All nation days were silly celebrations, but the Doctor smiled at the thought of celebrating Canada Day. Still who was he to stop anyone?
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Time to blow Ruth's mind
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She picked up a glass of wine and began to circle around the gathering stopping to talk to a few people as she did.
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Or perhaps not quite as dramatic.
Not that the Doctor (this incarnation anyway) was anti-social. Far from it, though he saw little point in staying very long as these sorts of get-togethers tended to exhaust him after a while. But for now he was about, and smiling, and doing lazy orbits around the food table wondering which sandwiches he ought to try. He'd already gathered up a Dagwood sized stack upon his plate, which he was somehow handling without toppling over.
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He inhaled, about to espouse on the physical attributes of the Mara before thinking better of it and simply offering his hand to the young man. "I'm the Doctor."
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"Peter Bishop." He shook the Doctor's hand. "Are you a particular Doctor of something or did you just happen to get a PhD of general knowledge?" It didn't really exist in his world, but in others, who knew?
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