Application: Reinette Poisson (Doctor Who)

[lareinette]

((both the ninth doctor and Rose Tyler have given permission for this application to be processed. Also, this Reinette never died, she is still waiting for her Doctor to come back through the fireplace.))

A beautiful blond woman glides into the room, her elaborate, jewel encrusted skirts held just high enough to show off the embroidered satin of

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[charlesofdensen]

"I must say, I do like the answer to number four. You have a point there."

[lareinette]

"Thank you."

VOTE: Slytherin

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen leans in. "You did not hear this from me, but you remind me of someone in Slytherin. I think the two of you will get along great."

[nannynutter]

Agnes looked at the application and looked at the woman. "...Soe you're a bit of a slutte, then?" she asked, looking at several of the answers.

[twoyearsmissing]

"Oh come on now you, don't be too harsh on her." Jack gave Agnes a charming smile.

[nannynutter]

Agnes frowned at Jack. "Well, she is." she said with a shrug, before pointedly turning away from Jack and fixing Reinette with a cold look.

[twoyearsmissing]

"I love you too!" Just to back it up, he made a show of blowing her a kiss.

[sada_chan]

I smell fish.

[lareinette]

*makes a face*

[sada_chan]

[lareinette]

((OOC-- um, that's bad right? I don't know what that means, sorry. Did I do something wrong? I'm a bit new here.))

[lady_thujone]

La Fee Verte smiled; finally, someone who appreciated style! She held out a bottle of Poisson d'Avril. ""I believe this is meant for you, dearie."

[lareinette]

Reinette carefully reaches out to take the bottle and reluctantly takes a small whiff. It smells faintly of flowers and something else unrecognizable. Reinette decides to show gratitude now and figure out what it is later. "Thank you very much."

Vote: Slytherin

[lady_thujone]

"And of course, a shrewd lady like yourself belongs in Slytherin. You' will come see me at the Little Green Apple cafe, won't you?"

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[lareinette]

Reinette isn't sure what kind of clientele patron the Little Green Apple Cafe, but it sounds fun enough. "I'd love to." She says with a smile. Some people were so inviting.

[ninth_doctor]

The Doctor beamed. Madame de Pompadour! He'd always wanted to meet her! Never got the chance, or the time, or the...something. Never really did it, anyway.

"I'm a certain handsome Doctor!" he proclaimed. Oh, no, with the doctor puns again. Just a difference of a capital letter. (Of course, little did he of his prettyboy future self's exploits.) "Wouldn't want to impose on ol' Louis, though. What would he think, you serving his drinks to a stranger like me? Fair warning, though, you can get a good drink just about whenever you want here; maybe I could mix you up something sometime. How is the good King doing, anyway? Well, last you saw of 'im, I mean. The whole sudden time/space travel thing's a bit dodgy on the mind, if you know what I mean."

[lareinette]

Reinette laughs genuinely; for some reason this man’s strange sort of charm appeals to her. There’s something about him that seems… almost familiar and it instantly endears him to her. “I’d love to have a drink with you sometime,” she tells him, adopting her most innocent smile, “And the King was just fine, last time I checked.”

[ninth_doctor]

"Everyone should love to have a drink with me; some of 'em just won't admit how much they admire me. And good. Good Louis. Good King Louis. What's the date when you're from, again? The year, I mean. Long time's passed in a blink of an eye, I'll tell you."

[lareinette]

Reinette thinks for a moment, suddenly becoming distressed when the date refuses to come to mind. "I'm not sure," she says hesitantly, "um, 1750, 1754." She gets a pleading look in her eyes, "Why can't I remember?"