milliways_bar | (no subject)

Smiling people have to be nice people, right?

Either way, Jenny's looking at him curiously. He's really happy, isn't he?

Judging by the size of his smile, there's no one nicer anywhere.
Mike doesn't seem to be noticing Jen, which is why Bar nudges him...ever so slightly.

And by slightly the narration means that suddenly Mike finds himself on the floor by Jen's feet.

"Oooof."

It takes her by surprise and she jumps ever so much. But seconds later, she's bending over and offering him a hand.

"Need help?"

Mike shakes his head.

"woah."

Then he looks up at the hand.

"Yeah, thanks."

And keeps going to look up at the lady the hand is attached to.

"Woah."

She reaches for his hand, brows knitting in confusion.

"Whoa?"

"Trust me. From where I'm sitting it you are totally a woah."

"And that's good. It is good, isn't it?"

"I would say so, but many would say that what I have to say is perverse and and dirty and wrong."

"Really?"

Jenny's eyebrows go up as confusion quickly gives way to curiosity. This man is happy and odd. It's a brilliant combination!

"Why?"

His face screws up in thought.

"You're one of those drop dead gorgeous girls who doesn't realize it, aren't you?"

Only Bart has ever really called her gorgeous before. But it's his nickname for her, so it doesn't really count. Her face lights up and Jenny beams at him.

"Really?"

And then she realises the words that came before gorgeous.

"That can't be a good thing, though. I wouldn't... people shouldn't drop dead just because someone, because I'm gorgeous."

"But what a way to go."

Oh how the eyebrows do waggle.

The attention is nice but at the same time, the thought of someone dying because of her again is frightening.

Her lower lip trembles just a little bit. "But you'd still be dead."

"You say that like being dead's a bad thing."

"It is."

Because everyone else is going to die and she'll live forever.

"I like being told I'm gorgeous," she tries to rationalize, "but I don't want people to die because of it."

Mike's now seated on the floor while still holding on to her hand.

"Nah, just a different state of mind. Ask any of the dead people around here, they'll tell you."

Jenny gives up trying to help Mike up and takes a seat across from him. She crosses her legs but still doesn't let go of his hand.

It's kind of nice to have contact with someone without her thoughts being relayed. Practice does make perfect!

"Some of my best friends here are dead," Jenny offers. "But they were dead when I met them. And didn't think I'm gorgeous."

"Well....you can't always trust the dead! I mean...they're dead! Clearly they've got questionable judgment, else they wouldn't be dead!"

The reasoning is silly enough to get Jenny's mind away from more serious thoughts. It's silly enough to get her to giggle.

"I think I like you."

"I get that a lot. I'm Mike."

He shakes the hand he's already holding.

"Jenny," she answers happily, shaking his hand in return. "It's nice to meet you, Mike!"

"Nice to be met. Where are you from? When are you from? How long have you been here?"

There's laughter at the onslaught of questions. "Measalline, originally. And 6012 New Babylonian Calendar. And I think it's been a couple of months now! Love this place.

"Wow I have no idea what any of that means."

"I'm Gallifreyan."

That hand she's still holding? Is now being placed on her chest.

"See, two hearts! But I was born on a different planet from the rest of my species."