Mrs Emma Peel (
therewhenneeded) wrote in
dear_mun2014-09-28 08:23 pm
Well now, who could this be? A bold heroine facing a new world.
This is quite a new place, everything is so.....modern.
How on Earth does one find a proper cup of tea here? Or even a decent cafe? I spent the last hour practicing fencing in what I can only believe was some sort of space ship.
You really must clean up this head space of yours. It's as crapped and crowded as my grandmothers attic. I know people who are rather good at organizing if you need the help, and if not for me do it for the others. It's only a matter of time before someone trips over something and there's an international incident.
[Canon is The Avengers cross posted.]
How on Earth does one find a proper cup of tea here? Or even a decent cafe? I spent the last hour practicing fencing in what I can only believe was some sort of space ship.
You really must clean up this head space of yours. It's as crapped and crowded as my grandmothers attic. I know people who are rather good at organizing if you need the help, and if not for me do it for the others. It's only a matter of time before someone trips over something and there's an international incident.
[Canon is The Avengers cross posted.]

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A proper cup of tea? Fencing on a space ship? That sounds like my cup of tea. [He adjusted his bowtie and tried to hide the smile that spread over his face.]
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Do you mind if I ask what year this is?
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I'm the Doctor and you are, Miss?....
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Oh, I travel a lot. My curriculum vitae wouldn't even fit in this room, trust me.
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How cryptic of you, Doctor.
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So, what do you do for an occupation, Mrs. Peel?
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There could be no champagne. [He gives her a look of mock horror]
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Was that a request for a drink or an invitation to join you?
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[He produces a bottle and pair of glasses.]
A gift from the mun.
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[She took the glasses to hold for his pour.]
You don't think they are plotting something, do you?