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milliways_bar2010-02-28 02:32 am
took_a_year_out) wrote in milliways_bar2010-02-28 02:32 am
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A young woman in a labcoat walks in, her nose buried in a medical textbook as she bites her thumb thoughtfully.
When the change in noise from where she's come from registers, however, she looks up. Eyes go wide.
"...Oh my God. Who the hell put a bar in the students' lounge?"
Welcome to Milliways, Miss Martha Jones.
[OOC: Martha is currently just pre-canon! She's completely free to tag by everyone and anyone, but all I ask is that nobody mention the Doctor to her, please.]
When the change in noise from where she's come from registers, however, she looks up. Eyes go wide.
"...Oh my God. Who the hell put a bar in the students' lounge?"
Welcome to Milliways, Miss Martha Jones.
[OOC: Martha is currently just pre-canon! She's completely free to tag by everyone and anyone, but all I ask is that nobody mention the Doctor to her, please.]
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"Oh. Right."
On the bartop is Martha's lager and chips, waiting for her. It might also be noted that there is no one actually behind the counter.
"I'm Albus, by the way."
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"Where did that come from?"
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"Er. She's sentient. Which is why we haven't got a tender at the moment. Sometimes there are bartenders, though."
Pause.
"And um. If you see a rat scurrying about with a vest on? Those are waitrats. They serve too. They're a bit like our house elves from home."