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[liz_imbrie_]

((OOM: September 1, 1939, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Warning for implied sex.))Elizabeth Imbrie comes into the bar, clearly in a very good mood, and with the sort of smile that only cats with feathers in their teeth have. She goes straight to Bar and asks for a cheese sandwich and a glass of champagne, dropping one of Arithon's coins into the

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[highking]

Peter heads up to the bar to get tea, as usual.

The newspaper is not usual.

He stops and stares at it, his eyes wide.

[OOC: Meep! Just noticed you were in. You still around?]

[liz_imbrie_]

Liz sees him out of the corner of her eye, and turns to smile. She's about to offer him some champagne (though not in the tea, this time), but stops.

"Something wrong?"

((OOC: In and out; glad to catch you!))

[highking]

"Dear lord," he whispers. "Is that your newspaper, Miss Imbrie?"

[liz_imbrie_]

"I don't know why Bar gave it to me, but she won't take it back. Why?"

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor comes into the bar to order a pint and a plate of paradoxes. He pauses at the sight of the newspaper, ignoring the fact that his order has appeared.

[liz_imbrie_]

"Good afternoon."

[thedoctorwho]

"And a good afternoon to you," he says pleasantly. "Is that yours?" he says, pointing at the paper.

[liz_imbrie_]

"I didn't ask for it, and I hope I'm not going to be charged for it. Bar won't take it back."