Entering now, from the back door, is a face unseen in a while. The Doctor shuffles in muttering, "Another Christmas, another crisis," and heads to the bar for some tea
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"Two Christmases ago," A laconic voice answers him from above, "I invited a friend t'London, 'cause she didn't know what Christmas was like."
There's a pause. And a flutter of a satsuma peel slips through her fingers and heads floorwards. That's the problem of eating in the rafters - things can just get away.
"We were attacked by bleedin' trees. Who thought she was the Sugar Plum Fairy."
The Doctor looks up. "This year it was the Rachnoss. Really makes you wonder if the various aliens have all made agreements that Christmas is the best time to attack."
"Because you didn't exactly excel in Gallifreyan History at the Academy, as I recall," he says with a half shrug. "They were all but destroyed before the Earth was even formed."
"Can't be good at everything." Ace shrugs, trying not to remember that particular circle of Hell. Most of the lecturers in that class were determinedly stuck in their topic.
"So what have you an' your superiority ancient heritage been doin' with the dear ol' Rachnoss?" She teases, since he doesn't appear to be bleeding anywhere, or desperate to get back.
"An' then y'have t'send it t'therapy, an' who knows how long that'll take, doin' that sort of work on a planet." Ace agrees, and decides that as unusual as it is to look down at her... at the Doctor, it's getting to be a bit uncomfy. To stand on the rafter is a moment of 'just don't think about it okay', the leap down distractingly easy.
The gesture makes some part of her that never quite grew up ridiculously happy.
She manages (sort of) to keep the gleeful grin off her face as she flops into the indicated chair.
"An' who's t'say I've been gettin' into trouble? Maybe I've been entertainin' m'self by bein' part of the parent council at Cora's school." She points out, giving him a sidelong look.
There's a flash of 'ooooooh, hadn't thought of that' before she manages to rein it in.
"Nah, they haven't any idea what I really do for a living." As far as they know, she's a munitions expert who once worked with the British Army, and it was during one of those collaborations she met the two ex-soldiers she's living with now.
It's close enough to the truth that they don't stumble over the cover story too often.
"Haven't been gettin' into too much trouble, lately. Though there's been..."
Her expression goes vaguely mulish - if he thinks she's going to ask him to have anything to do with that war a second time, he's crazier than she is. Even the brief taste she's gotten has made her not really want to face it once.
"Went down the rabbit hole the other day. Literally, even - had tea with a Mad Hatter."
Why yes. This is the topic change you're looking for.
There's a pause. And a flutter of a satsuma peel slips through her fingers and heads floorwards. That's the problem of eating in the rafters - things can just get away.
"We were attacked by bleedin' trees. Who thought she was the Sugar Plum Fairy."
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"... Rachnoss. Why do I feel I'm goin' t'earn a lot of well-deserved grief for not rememberin' who the bleedin' Rachnoss are?"
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"So what have you an' your superiority ancient heritage been doin' with the dear ol' Rachnoss?" She teases, since he doesn't appear to be bleeding anywhere, or desperate to get back.
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"So really, s'best t'avoid that sort o'thing."
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Won't lie, anyway.
The gesture makes some part of her that never quite grew up ridiculously happy.
She manages (sort of) to keep the gleeful grin off her face as she flops into the indicated chair.
"An' who's t'say I've been gettin' into trouble? Maybe I've been entertainin' m'self by bein' part of the parent council at Cora's school." She points out, giving him a sidelong look.
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"Nah, they haven't any idea what I really do for a living." As far as they know, she's a munitions expert who once worked with the British Army, and it was during one of those collaborations she met the two ex-soldiers she's living with now.
It's close enough to the truth that they don't stumble over the cover story too often.
"Haven't been gettin' into too much trouble, lately. Though there's been..."
She pauses.
Considers who she's talking to.
"Never mind. It'll sort out."
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"Went down the rabbit hole the other day. Literally, even - had tea with a Mad Hatter."
Why yes. This is the topic change you're looking for.
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