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OOM: Directly after this happens.

Sara is back at the bar. At the moment, she wants nothing more than to find oblivion at the bottom of a bottle.

Instead, she curls up on a couch near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket. Despite the heat, she feels cold.

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Sara laughs shakily. "So I've been told. Thanks."

She attempts to smile. "I'm Sara."

"I'm Ace. You new then?" Ace has gathered she's only been gone for a few days, but there's always the option that this is just another person that she's continuously missed for the last four months. Well, with over 900 people, it gets hard to meet everybody.

"Relatively. I've been around a week or so," Sara replies, rubbing at her forehead. "And I'm prefering this place more and more to home. If I ever quit my job, I'll move here full-time."

No death. No violence. No families needlessly destroyed by someone else's sick perversions. Sounds almost like heaven at the moment to Sara.

... Sara's not been around the bar long, has she?

"Seems to be a popular choice. Lots of people settling down here. More..." different? Exciting? Ecclectic? Who knows. "More like home to them, I suppose." She finishes, a tad lamely.

"Home." Sara snorts. "Well...could be worse places."

Sara isn't as naive as she sounded. She knows that this place isn't perfect. The explosion, Charlie's ordeal have taught her that.

She can dream though.

Dreaming is good. Even Ace can understand that. Especially Ace?

"Oh yes. Visited a few. Blew up a couple more. Bar looks better 'n' better all the time." Ace nods, agreeing.

She laughs a bit. "I've never been greeted by a faery, or warned not to mention the dwarves to Snow White before. This place makes Vegas looks positively...sane."

"You're from Vegas?" Ace perks, just a bit. There's no Vegas near Perivale, and very little non-crisis time on the TARDIS. "What's it like, then?"

"Overrun by casinos, tourists, and street gangs," Sara ticks off on her fingers. "As well as the occasional drug dealer, prostitute, and small-time terrorist. It's a lively little city."

"Sounds like fun then." This coming from the gal who does her darnedest to save the galaxy on a regular basis. Who's also a pyromaniac. Oy.

Maybe Ace should meet Sara's friend Nick. He apparently has a thing for pyromaniacs.

"Fun...sure, at times. It's a desert region, so obviously there's not much water around. When it does rain, some guys decide it's a brilliant idea to try to surf in the storm drains. Without helmets." Despite herself, Sara giggles. It feels strange.

"Cor, and here I thought I was nutters..." Even without really knowing what storm drains are, Ace can suss out that surfing them, in any conditions, probably isn't a good idea.

~~Meanwhile, mun cracks up at the thought of an Ace/Nick. And then screams in terror at the thought.~~

~~This mun has a twisted sense of humor. Be warned. ;)~~

"So where are you from?"

"Errr..." Someday, she's going to sit down and write out an answer for this one. She hates the hard questions.
"Recently, or originally?" She stalls.

Sara raises an eyebrow. "If you'd rather not answer, or you aren't really able to answer, that's fine."

"No... it really depends, y'see. Where I was most recently does not translate into where I was last. I time-travel...led." The past-tense comes awkwardly. She's not quite gotten around to accepting it yet.

"Oh, okay. I can see how that would create confusion. Forget I asked, then."

"No nono, you should have some marker at least..." she muses. "Perivale. It's in that bit of the middle of nowhere that happens to be in England. Haven't been there for ages..." that might be literally true. "But it's where I came from, anyway."

She nods thoughtfully. "That's a start, anyway." She grins a bit. "But I'll give you a break-as I said, time travel is bound to create confusion."

"You don't know the half of it." She mutters. "Don't know as I can tell you the latest one anyway. It was... an emergency landing." She abruptly shuts up, and drinks her cocoa. Mmm, chocolate. Good for what ails ya.

Point taken. Sara drinks her own chocolate and lets the subject slide.

Ace flails about for a new topic of conversation.
"So... meet anyone interesting?" Oldest trick in the dang book, but around here it works pretty well most of the time.

~~Mun snickers~~

"Um...well, I hooked up with a transvestite the other night..that was interesting. I've also met Mike, the Mutant Turtle. I'm friends with one of the Slayers, several super heroes, and I've been introduced to a demon and a faery. I think that's about it." She grins.

"Huh, haven't met any demons yet..." Ace muses. Of course, she doesn't think she's met any angels either. Little does she know...
"Mike? Big, green, naked? Take it from me, don't mention the naked." Ace nods sagely.

"I've seen worse, trust me," Sara grins.