Well now, who could this be? A bold heroine facing a new world.

[therewhenneeded]

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.]

Comments

[idkworldruler]

Have you thought of giving coffee a try?

[madman_in_abox]

[How could he not? He loves the Avengers, by the way. Classic show.]

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.]

[gentlemanspy]

It could always be worse you know.

There could be no champagne. [He gives her a look of mock horror]

[therewhenneeded]

I did entertain the thought, but thankfully then I had clarity and rationality.

[therewhenneeded]

I would not have the tea while fencing, not that it would be beyond my skill, but it's just gauche to brag.

[therewhenneeded]

Ahh leave it to you to find the best in everything. [A wry twist of lip and knowing brow.]

Was that a request for a drink or an invitation to join you?

[madman_in_abox]

Well, of course it would be. [He suppressed a smirk threatening to spill over his lips. Emma Peel in person. He couldn't believe his luck.]

Do you mind if I ask what year this is?

[therewhenneeded]

I gather that is largely dependent to one's personal point of view. To me, I last recall 1967, but we were hardly so...quaint with the look of our technology.

[madman_in_abox]

Oh, 1967? A good year. I was being chased by Cybermen, Ice Warriors and Abominable Snowmen in those years if I remember rightly. A bit of a dangerous year. [He was in his second regeneration then too.]

I'm the Doctor and you are, Miss?....

[gentlemanspy]

I'm quite the optimist... except when I'm not.

[He produces a bottle and pair of glasses.]

A gift from the mun.

[therewhenneeded]

Mrs. Mrs. Peel if you like, and what exactly are you a doctor of with such a colorful curriculum vitae?

[therewhenneeded]

Well then your mun is quite generous with you. Mine has given me a quality wardrobe and a fascination with my social life. I think I much prefer yours.

[gentlemanspy]

You haven't met my neighbors. [He inclines his head, eyebrows raised and a slight smirk on his face then sets to opening the bottle. Peeling away the wrapping so he can work on the cork.]

[madman_in_abox]

Mrs. Peel. [He smirked at that. Oh, he knows who you are, Emma. He just wanted to hear you say that.]

Oh, I travel a lot. My curriculum vitae wouldn't even fit in this room, trust me.

[therewhenneeded]

[She nodded to the acknowledgement but the smirk, well that raised a brow. Strange man.]

How cryptic of you, Doctor.

[therewhenneeded]

Oh dear, that sounds darkly promising.

[She took the glasses to hold for his pour.]

You don't think they are plotting something, do you?

[madman_in_abox]

Oh, you think so? Well, yes, I can be pretty cryptic sometimes. [He smiled.]

So, what do you do for an occupation, Mrs. Peel?

[therewhenneeded]

I'm into this and that. I work with a good friend, I suppose you could say it's all about the chemistry.