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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

At a table with good light is a gentleman with shoulder-length braided, beaded hair possessed of pale eyes, a comfortable green shirt rolled back to his elbows which exposes scars from left wrist to left elbow (actually a nearly solid expanse of scar), and a collection of very sharp items which he is polishing one at a time. They range from things that would look perfectly ordinary in the armies of Troy to things that look rather like they were torn off of a spaceship.

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[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

He isn't the only one. There are two men at the next table tinkering with a pile of what appear to be torture devices.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

Oh. Alright.

[magic_ferret]

"Hello Spoon," says Yunno, "I missed - Christmas? I think it was."

Non-terran, spends almost all his time on Earth in Japan. There are some blind spots culturally.

"So," he says shyly before pulling a box from behind his back, "I guess I'm a bit late. Merry Christmas."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Aw, lad, you didn't have to do that." Spoon says, grinning at him, "Although I still have boxes of home-made fudge at home.

"New ones, Ace keeps eating them after a week or so. Want fudge?"

[magic_ferret]

"Sure," says Yunno passing over the box (green wrapping paper, pinkish ribbon), "How have you been?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"One mo." Spoon darts out, and returns with a box of fudge that looks like it was wrapped by a six year old and someone without much finger dexterity. Then he settles down, "It's been good. Haven't been in bloody much, but I don't mind. Plenty of things to do at home."

[magic_ferret]

"That's good," says Yunno slipping the box into a pocket, "I went on a salvage operation - That's where your present is from by the way - and I got a book on Chinese magic for Christmas so I've been reading up on that."

Frankly working in scrolls and five elements is a freakin' relief compared to some of the things he's been find upstairs.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon opens his present eagerly, he's always liked unwrapping things, and grins at Yunno, "Glad to hear that things seem to be more or less stable. Any very dangerous things where you went?"

[magic_ferret]

It's a small metal bird, with wind up key in the back.

"Don't try it outside, I'm not sure how far it'll fly," advises Yunno, "And not really. The people runnning the expedition dealt with the dwarves that were living in the tunnels already. They had some sort of plan to replace all the animals and plants with metal replicas."

Makes no sense!

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon shudders at that, "Sounds like Cybermen. Loads of fun, in a decapitate your loved ones before they get to them way." he examines the bird closely, with obvious pleasure. "Probably test it out in the TARDIS. Which is bloody big, but can tell Ace where the bird landed."

[magic_ferret]

Yunno shudders at that too.

"No idea how they intended to breath after they replaced the trees," he says, "And you could try only winding it a little and seeing how far a certain number of turns takes it."

It's a replica in gold and copper of one of the multitude of small brown birds that populates the world. The sort that needs a DNA test to tell apart from the others.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

It's a little mechanical bird. That's enough to thrill Spoon, and he can't really tell one bird from another even with the DNA examined. (Now if one of them spat poison, he'd know it.)

"Sounds like a good idea. Probably not in here, though. Could hit someone, and that'd be rude. Were they going to replace bushes and grass, too?"

[magic_ferret]

"I didn't see those," says Yunno, "But they had a giant tree built out of precious metals in one of the central cave. It was pretty, but well, dead."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

A lady hoodlum Ace takes a nearby seat, curled up and comfortable and still a bit quiet from her run-in from her adventures in official reprimand nearly a week before.

She has cocoa.

No one should be surprised.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon pulls her chair closer and slides his foot under her ankle. It's like a hug with the lower body.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It is, rather, and while not quite as good as the real thing, it does have less 'sharp things torn from spaceships' in the equation.

She contemplates the closest of the sharp things, carefully.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Just polishing it all up." Spoon says, "Soon as I finish this one we can have supper. By which I mean you can sit in me lap and I can feed you dainties while groping your thighs."

He has his priorities straight. Also his sexuality. "I've got cases for the most of it under the table."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan." Ace agrees with a crooked smile, leaving the closest sharp thing alone for a bit while fishing under the table for the cases. With nimble fingers, she starts storing already-polished pieces away.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon doesn't stint on polishing any more than Ace would on bomb making, and for the same reason.

Something gets cocked up and the wrong thing could get dead.

Soon enough he's done, though, and all the shinies are being put where they belong, "What does me brilliant and lovely wife want for supper?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She'd joke that she doesn't know what that wife wanted, but she did know what she wanted... but she figures he'd probably take it badly, and she'd rather things be pleasant.

"Sommat like curry? S'good for cold days."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Curry sounds very good. An' a lentil soup?" he offers, "I like hot soup."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Sounds brilliant. An' maybe some cornbread?" She agrees, and leans over to steal a quick snog.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Mmm. Yes. An' a salad." Spoon decides, deepening the snog before trotting over to the Bar for ordering.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

That's her husband - she'd probably die of shock if he ever brought over a pile of fries and a soda.

When he gets back, the cases have been neatly tucked under the table again.