agent_harkness: (So handsome it hurts)
[personal profile] agent_harkness
OK, Lynda-with-a-Y, what can I do for you?

(Drink the absinthe slowly. If nothing else, it's bitter as sin.)

Date: 2006-07-23 10:39 am (UTC)
lyndawithay: (sly/excited)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
Well...

*takes a careful sip* *pause*

*COUGHSPLUTTERCOUGH* *COUGH* *cough*

*weakly* oh yes, I see what you mean.

Um, well, first of all, I've been talking to the Doctor, and apparently I died. And it's not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth, but I seem to be. Well. Not actually dead. And I was wondering why that was. And I wanted to know whether you'd left me because you thought I was dead or whether I might have done something to piss you lot off and also I wanted to join the Doctor again but for some reason he's trying to get rid of people now so he suggested I work for his mum and also there were these two time agents who brought me here to look for you who seemed to want to find you and there was something about blue goo that the doctor mentioned that I remembered hearing them talk about as well.

For one thing.

*sips absinthe again* *doesn't cough quite so much*

Mmm...It's kind of anisey, isn't it?

Date: 2006-07-23 01:42 pm (UTC)
lyndawithay: (handkiss/giggly)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
*beams tipsily*

Oh, Jack *bites lip* How do you always know just the right things to say?

If you're not worried about how it happened, and the Doctor didn't seem to be either, then I'll just count my blessings. To alive... -ness! *toasts*

I just hope, whatever is happening, that I didn't bring you trouble somehow. They seemed to be sincere, and it seemed the best way of finding you and Rose and the Doctor, but in retrospect maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

Except for the seeing you part, ofcourse.

anthe absinthe. Yum *sip*

Date: 2006-07-23 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-lady-romana.livejournal.com
Yes...it does get dreadfully tiresome being told you're dead, doesn't it?

(And I'm watching you, Harkness. Put one foot out of line and I'll have you in the Intergalatic Agency brig before you can blink.)

Date: 2006-07-23 06:20 pm (UTC)
lyndawithay: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
Yes! Quite right! It is! sespecially when you're quite obviously not! dead!

*sips absinthe*

You're pretty. *grin*

Don' worry bout Jack, he'sa perfcetgennelman. I'm at least 195000years older than him anyway. whippersnapper!

hee!

Date: 2006-07-23 07:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-lady-romana.livejournal.com
Oh, I have no qualms whatsoever about letting him get you drunk to have his merry way with you...unless there's an ulterior motive, like taking you into the future where you're dead and destroying a possible timeline or something equally vulgar. And there's always an ulterior motive with him.

(Incidentally, the absinthe is much better if you pour it over a sugarcube first. Bloody Americans; they never can do anything properly.)

Date: 2006-07-23 07:40 pm (UTC)
lyndawithay: (oh/realization)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
Oh, not Jack! Hewouldnhave an ultimerior motive like that, right Jack? We fought the Daleks together! We're war compartriots!

*pours absinthe over sugarcube* Ooh, it goes all cloudy and green! Just like the sky at home!

Date: 2006-07-23 06:13 pm (UTC)
lyndawithay: (oh/realization)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
How bitter is sin, anyway? because I have a prettygoodidea what sin is and I'm fairly sure it doesn't taste like this. Or involve so many prettycolors and burflys flubrbyes flappy little bugs. and things.

ooooooo pretty...

But then being from the 51st century I 'madjin you have some old-fash'n ideas about sinanyway. *watches pretty colors*

hee. blue.

Date: 2006-07-23 11:58 pm (UTC)
lyndawithay: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
*mumbles* partypooper.

*sleepily* You wouldn't ever have ulterious timeline motives like Romana said, would you?




raincheck?

Date: 2006-07-24 12:18 am (UTC)
lyndawithay: (handkiss/giggly)
From: [personal profile] lyndawithay
*happy sigh*

You're right, my head doesn't hurt any more.

Stay till I fall alseep?

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