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[thedoctorwho]

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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[spandexed_edie]

"Christmas, huh?" replies a red-head sitting not too far away. "It's always summer for me."

That have the biggest crisis. Summer of '64 was the worst.

[thedoctorwho]

"Summers are usually okay," he replies with a nod. "One or two have been pretty rough, but that's a pretty fair record, I'd say."

[spandexed_edie]

She watches him a little, with a smile. "How often are summers the time people want to blow you up or set you on fire? For some reason, they pick summer. I guess it gets them in the fireworks kind of mood."

She reaches over, hand outstretched. "I'm Edie Napolitano. First Lady of the US."

[thedoctorwho]

"Oh, it's always a good time of year for that." He accepts the handshake. "Pleased to meet you. I'm the Doctor. What year is it on Earth for you, may I ask?"

[riversinger]

There's a possibly familiar face at the bar, behind her own pot of tea and an ancient tome. His scent and his voice stir her before he ever gets to the bar.

"Did you make it snow in London again?"

Her tone is perhaps familiar, but maybe he'll forgive her the presumption.

Possibly.

[thedoctorwho]

"It's not Christmas without snow," he says, looking a little askance at her. It's that woman again, the one who seems to know him but he hasn't met yet.

[riversinger]

She waits for the light of recognition in his eyes, perhaps waits too many heartbeats. (How is it she still has the will to hope, after all these decades? How could she not?) When she doesn't see it, her shoulders fall just a little. But her smile doesn't falter.

"It's good to see you again... Mr. Smith."

[thedoctorwho]

Interesting. He hasn't used that alias in a while.

"I'm afraid you still have the temporal advantage of me," he notes. "Things don't always happen to me in any recognizable order."

[ps_you_look_hot]

There's another tall, slim man sitting down the bar from him, nursing a glass bottle of wine.

"Not big on the holidays?"

Nikola can relate. He's not terribly fond of them either.

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor shrugs. "Oh, I love the holidays. I just don't especially like that this particular one has become something of a magnet for alien invasion lately."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Aliens?" He sounds amused by the idea.

[thedoctorwho]

"Well, not that Christmas is the only time such things happen, of course, but three in a row does strain credulity."

[numbered_doctor]

There's a lab coat clad doctor perched on a stool not too far away from him, sipping on her own mug of tea.

"Not very big on Christmases, then?"

[thedoctorwho]

He shakes his head. "Oh, no, I love Christmas. Which is why I'm getting tired of always having to save the world instead of having ham and pie."

[numbered_doctor]

She nods sagely.

"Perfectly understandable, then." She smiles a little wryly. "You could always order from the Bar, you know."

[ooc: Sorry for the massive slowtime. Work FTL.]

[thedoctorwho]

"I could," he admits with a grin. "And I might do once I've settled in a bit. A proper Christmas dinner for one."

[nitro_is_ace]

"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."

[thedoctorwho]

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."

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace carefully turns on her rafter perch to look down at him, quizzically.

"... Rachnoss. Why do I feel I'm goin' t'earn a lot of well-deserved grief for not rememberin' who the bleedin' Rachnoss are?"

[thedoctorwho]

"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."