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ten_fwd2014-06-25 08:47 am
zerocharliexray) wrote in ten_fwd2014-06-25 08:47 am
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Zinda's managed to wheedle the replicators into giving her some slacks and shirts (she's still not quite sure what kind of blue jeans to ask for -- Helena and Dinah both favor the kind that sit so low on their hips Zinda's sure they'll fall right off if they're not glued on), but she's back in uniform today, humming to herself as she strides along the corridor towards Ten Forward, whistling half the chorus and singing the rest under her breath as her boots keep the rhythm.
"Do doo, do doo...the boogie-woogle bugle boy of Company B."
Maybe Steph's around, or that fine Captain who was so pleasant after he holstered his gun, but Zinda? She's up for company of just about any kind.
As long as she can get a drink during it.
"Do doo, do doo...the boogie-woogle bugle boy of Company B."
Maybe Steph's around, or that fine Captain who was so pleasant after he holstered his gun, but Zinda? She's up for company of just about any kind.
As long as she can get a drink during it.
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Rose maintains her smile - and all right, her optimism. She isn't entirely lost on Zinda's less-than-enthusiastic support, she isn't even sure she'd be so optimistic if she'd been with anyone other than the Doctor.
But she's seen things, lived impossible things, and with that kind of experience, it's easier to keep herself hopeful that not only can she and the Doctor get off this ship in due time, but they could help everyone else too. Because that's what the Doctor does.
"I'll have whatever you're havin'."