2016-Feb-14, Sunday
PL: Wedding Plans
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treadswater[ooc: backdated to a few months ago...]
""If, if we'd never been recruited, if we'd never left Fishery Eight, it wouldn't be like this. It'd be a borrowed dress and a rented suit, and we'd still be worried about this or that. So.
It doesn't need to be perfect. I just would like you to try, even if you're scared."
or
Annie finally gets her long-engaged fiancé to start planning an actual wedding.
It doesn't need to be perfect. I just would like you to try, even if you're scared."
or
Annie finally gets her long-engaged fiancé to start planning an actual wedding.
Ten Forward: ON the matter of weirdometer calibration
2016-Feb-14, Sunday 10:37 pmtreadsthegroundMartha had been out of Glaxcin just long enough to start to feel like maybe she could have a normal life. For a definition of normal that involved working for UNIT against alien invasions and having the Doctor's phone number programmed into her phone, at any rate. Her weirdometer had been uniquely calibrated for a while.
Suddenly being in a bar was still at least a seven though. Not being able to remember how one left the pub was one thing, but this was rather the opposite. "Again? Really?" She sounds more... annoyed, than anything. If this place is anything like Glaxcin... she'd rather liked regular meals, once she got back to them.
But, time to assess. A quick glance down reveals that she's still wearing her own clothing. That was something, she definitely hadn't missed the Warden's incredible fashion sense. And her surroundings... no obvious danger. And viewports... "Space. Well then." It hasn't been that long, since the Doctor had just popped by. But still.
Suddenly being in a bar was still at least a seven though. Not being able to remember how one left the pub was one thing, but this was rather the opposite. "Again? Really?" She sounds more... annoyed, than anything. If this place is anything like Glaxcin... she'd rather liked regular meals, once she got back to them.
But, time to assess. A quick glance down reveals that she's still wearing her own clothing. That was something, she definitely hadn't missed the Warden's incredible fashion sense. And her surroundings... no obvious danger. And viewports... "Space. Well then." It hasn't been that long, since the Doctor had just popped by. But still.
Ten Forward: Replicator Fun
2016-Feb-14, Sunday 11:29 pmforestwater"Cheese arrow."
The replicator pops out another arrow. Well. Another cheese arrow.
Lets be honest, Amadahy was an outdoor soul and he'd been trapped inside for some time now. Inside this strange ship, talking to stranger people and then he took an observer role. Watch, wait, see what was going on.
Fire arrows made of cheese at the windows for the sole amusement of cheese arrows.
Honestly, this replicator had made some interesting things for the sake of the elf's amusement. Sera would have been amused, but he'd found he favored these. They flew a good distance and stuck to the windows when pulled back enough.
This cheese arrow though was one for him to eat as he moves to sit down at one of the tables in Ten Forward, looking out at the stars.
The replicator pops out another arrow. Well. Another cheese arrow.
Lets be honest, Amadahy was an outdoor soul and he'd been trapped inside for some time now. Inside this strange ship, talking to stranger people and then he took an observer role. Watch, wait, see what was going on.
Fire arrows made of cheese at the windows for the sole amusement of cheese arrows.
Honestly, this replicator had made some interesting things for the sake of the elf's amusement. Sera would have been amused, but he'd found he favored these. They flew a good distance and stuck to the windows when pulled back enough.
This cheese arrow though was one for him to eat as he moves to sit down at one of the tables in Ten Forward, looking out at the stars.