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[love_dont_roam]

Who: Rose, the Master, (Nine maybe?), open. Multiple threads welcome because Rose works a long shift.
Where: Metcalf Diner, near the train tracks. Seedy place. Where the coffee tastes more like potting soil than coffee.
When: Backdated to the second night of the port.
Warnings: None just yet. To start a 'thread' at a later point in the evening just

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[ears_fantastic]

Nine hesitated at the door before strolling in like he owned the place. Opened both of the double doors at once. His hands in his grey jacket, his step energized, and his look... Well.. Ragged was a word for it. His blue eyes were sharp, looking for Rose, but he didn't see her yet. She must have been in the back. So he walked along the tables, smiling wide and nodding in response to people's disgust and contempt.

Then his eyes caught view of a drawing. A drawing showing an advanced knowledge of robotics. In crayon, of all things.

Stopping once he had passed the booth and taking three large steps backwards, he stared at the boy who was coloring, then back to the paper. So this is what Rose meant by serving Time Lords dinner. He recognized his face, but not well enough. Didn't take long for him to figure out who it was though. The evil robotic minion drawing gave it away.

"That's wrong," he announced loudly, pointing at the surprisingly accurate, but flawed drawing. "Unless you want them clanging into each other and falling like heavy metallic dominoes. In that case, continue ignoring their navigation systems." He grinned at the young Master. Highly amused.