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[rule_britannia]

Well, this is just bloody brilliant.

Unless they’re lying. They could be lying. I don’t feel any different. I certainly don’t feel more sodding real than I did before… but this isn’t London. Magic, maybe? Could be. Maybe I’m dreaming. Pinching doesn’t work though so it must be one hell of a good---… Maybe I’m dead? Oh, bloody hell, what if I am dead? How the bloody fuck did that happen?!

No, no… Calm down, Arthur…

… Thinking about it, I suppose I should have expected it, if I’m honest, but who the bloody hell is going to entertain for a moment the idea that they’re fictional? The world’s always felt perfectly real to me and I… ah, bollocks… I’m not dealing with this very well...

...

I need a drink.

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[icanbuyafez]

You said you needed a drink, though! I've got plenty to drink in the TARDIS kitchen, if you'd care for something! Well, the one I can find anyway. Atraxian soda, Bruydac tiger-flower nectar, Torajii
punch, grape juice...

[And of course the Doctor completely misunderstands "needing a drink". Never fear, though, I'm sure he has a few bottles around somewhere that were thrown at him by major historical figures! Besides, exploring the TARDIS's supply of strange alien drinks has got to be just as good.]

((ooc: Now I'm just imagining the TARDIS kitchen - he could have stocked up 400 years ago and have nothing have gone bad yet, since we know the TARDIS can put things in a time loop, or probably stasis!))

[rule_britannia]

I had been considering something alcoholic, but that's probably not the best idea given my track record.

[He doesn't feel so bad now, in any case]

Though some of those drinks you mentioned.. I don't believe I've ever heard of anything like that.

[icanbuyafez]

Ooooh, I see. Yes, well. I have a bottle somewhere here than Napoleon threw at me. Oh, but you said that isn't the best idea, now. Never could get a taste for such beverages, myself.

Well, no, I suppose you wouldn't. Most of them are from off-world. Still edible for consumption by earthlings, though! Well, most of them...

[rule_britannia]

Napoleon, hm? I'd make sure it's not poisoned, first.

[He never had liked that man, political bias aside]

... Most of them?

[icanbuyafez]

Well, I don't think he meant for me to keep it. Then again, someone may have poisoned it intending for him to drink it. Good point.

[He's not too bad, once you get to know him.]

It's okay, I think I know which are which!

[rule_britannia]

That certainly would have saved me a lot of trouble.

[Trying to kill someone tended to get in the way of pleasantries.. usually]

I'm sure it will take more than a drink to finish me off. I'll consider it an adventure.

[icanbuyafez]

[Not always, though. Have you ever met River Song?]

Where are you, then? I'll pop by!

[rule_britannia]

Ah, East 101, I believe.

[He's actually a little bit excited. It wasn't every day you got to meet The Doctor]

[icanbuyafez]

On my way, then!

The TARDIS appears on his doorstep about 30 seconds later.

((ooc: Gtg to lunch. Back in half an hour. <3))

[rule_britannia]

[Ah yes, he knows that noise. He opens the door just in time to witness the TARDIS fully materialising]

... Bloody hell.

[icanbuyafez]

The door opens and the Doctor pops his head out.

"Arthur, I presume? Nice to meet you in person. Come on in, then!"

He steps back inside, leaving the door open for Arthur. Oh, he supposes that if he's watched the show, he won't be saying the whole "bigger on the inside" bit. Ah, well.

[rule_britannia]

"Aha, excellent.."

Arthur does just that, pausing in the doorway and going suitably wide-eyed at what he sees.

"... She's gorgeous."

[icanbuyafez]

The Doctor grins and touches the console tenderly, looking up at her.

"Isn't she, though? I've been with her for 700 some years, and she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever known."

He looks back at Arthur, liking him more than he did already.

"Most people are impressed by the bigger on the inside part, but that's often as far as it goes. Not many people can really see her."