Amy and Des / Doctor Who and Alera / Millibar

[fractal_muses]

At the Bar, we have a mildly glowingly happy Amy Pond, kicking her legs idly as she scans the Bar. Her cheeks are a little flushed, and she's sipping at some juice. She's still deciding where she wants to go next--but for now, a break at Milliways and with the single most important person in her life seems perfect

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[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa's been having a good day, her courses are starting to wrap up and Amy's smile makes her grin,

"I can't figure out what kind of fruit juice you're drinking, it looks pretty."

[fairytale_name]

Amy smiles at her as she would at any new acquaintance. It's far more reserved than the one for the Doctor or, when she's feeling more bold, Rory--but it is a smile.

"Raspberry lemonade." She holds it up.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Oh nice, that explains the good color. It always feels like a nice extra when stuff that tastes nice looks pretty too."

Tiwa's smile is almost a grin, not having to talk about how do children learn is so relaxing.

[skeptictraveler]

Shortly after, a familiar young man enters the bar.

He looks a little flustered (because no matter how many times he might come here, the fact that he is coming here from the bloody TARDIS of all places is enough to scramble his brains a bit) but still: he's far less jittery than he usually is.

When he approaches the bar, he mutters a soft, "Tea, please" before he glances over and - "Amy? Didn't I just see you -"

Back in the TARDIS. With the Doctor. And the whole -

Right.

Don't try to make sense of it. You'll just drive yourself absolutely bonkers.

[ooc: now with journal! I needed the shinies ...]

[fairytale_name]

Amy's still kind of reeling from the shock of that whole psychic pollen thing that just happened, so she smiles at him almost shyly. Realization about loving him or not, she's still a little awkward about expressing it.

"Well, yeah." Amy eyes him a little. "I honestly had no idea where to go next, and we... we needed a break, yeah? After all that."

Because it was actually a little awkward with the Doctor offering to go swim a few laps.

(He's still really hot.)

(But he also isn't Rory. He's not really part of Real Life.)

[ooc: shinies! Many shinies!]

[skeptictraveler]

Rory nods.

Still, he's pretty sure he walked through the Bar's entrance a little before Amy - but. Right. No point in dwelling over logistics.

"It was cold," he says stupidly, gesturing to the space behind him, where the door is - and where ultimately the TARDIS is. "It was cold and it felt so real. And then the whole upper Leadworth thing..."

He lets out an exasperated (laced with a fair shade of awkward) laugh.

"Yeah. A break's good."

[fairytale_name]

Amy starts to answer, trying to get past her awkwardness--after all, she'd thought she'd lost him.

This shouldn't be this hard.

However, she does manage to find something to latch onto, and her eyes narrow slightly.

"You said it only felt real in Leadworth," she half-accuses. "In the dream, you said it only felt real there."

It does exasperate her a little that her boys have this competition thing. Honestly, Rory isn't the Doctor--and the Doctor definitely isn't Rory. They're two utterly different situations. She can have both, right?

...Right?

[furious_maximus]

"Are those the table manners your mother raised you with?" a familiar voice calls to Des. And, considering that the bearer of the voice knows the answer, and knows that it's an affirmative one, it's clearly amused.

Max looks much the same as ever, but that's to be expected: he's a master watercrafter, after all. But he moves like a man with quite a few more, and more severe, injuries than he had when this Des knew him. There's a slight limp, and a few new scars across his face. And if Des looks (and let's face it, it's Des) it's not hard to pick up on the fact that Max is missing the little finger from his right hand.

[desired_tavar]

Desiderius snorts lightly, already starting to smile. No matter what's been happening, it's his Uncle Max, really.

"You've known her longer than I have," he retorts, before swallowing another bite--

And looks up.

"...Great bloody furies." He actually manages to look a little shocked for a moment. Not even his self-control was quite expecting that. He's fairly certain he'd've heard if anything had happened severe enough to cause something like that. Either his parents would have told him, or the whole bloody Realm would know.

"Maximus?" (Translation of Desiderius-terse-speak: What the hell happened to you?)

[furious_maximus]

"Still as observant as I remember you being," Max snorts ironically. "Good to know my memory's not going." He definitely isn't that old, but...

"It's been a while, sir."

[desired_tavar]

Desiderius blinks a few times.

...Sir? Excepting those legionares showing proper respect towards an officer, no one calls him 'sir,' not really. Once his father decides he can handle a Legion, sure, he'll get called 'sir' by the officers and soldiers. He got 'your highness' sometimes, of course, but--

Max calling him that? That has him seriously rattled under his calm. Because Max is from his future, obviously.

What if something's happened to his parents?

Still, all of that flashes through his head in an instant, and doesn't really show.

"The day I'm not sufficiently observant," he says dryly to cover his momentary uncertainty, "is the day that either I get myself killed or Mother rather painfully instructs me otherwise."

Beat.

"...I can tell."