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[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Last time was just a dream.
Or at least, she'd assumed it was a dream.
So this time must be a dream, as well.
That's as close as Christine gets to actual logic.

Therefore, when she delicately steps through the door, in a completely different, but equally extravagent dress, to find herself in the bar, she doesn't faint, but only gasps and places her hand on her exposed bosom ever so gently.

Okay, she may faint soon. There's dead people in this bar, after all.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

"You've got the official welcome, right? I hate giving it," said the redhead as he passed by, on his way from the bar to a table near the door with a plate full of chicken pot pie. He was starting to make a habit of door-watching, as some of the entrances were interesting.

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She looks at the redhead, and nods faintly, regaining her composure quickly enough to give him a winning smile.

Afterall, it's only a dream, right?

"Yes, thank you!"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

Ron raised an eyebrow. "What are you so excited about?" he asked.

It took tremendous power of will not to stare very obviously at the girl's chest, but he would be strong! He would endure! He would...mumble into his pot pie and stutter like an idiot.

But he would not look!

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely dress, though. Lovely. And it fits her so well.

"Oh, nothing!" she says, airily, then her voice drops. "You're not dead, are you?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

"I bloody well hope not," Ron told her seriously, still carefully eyeing his pot pie.

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"Oh, well, that's good!" She exclaims. "I met a dead man in here last time I was here!

"My name's Christine!" and she offers the fingers of her right hand to the charming young man.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

The charming young man stared at her as if she were insane (thinking she might be a robot since she talked just like that girl April) but took her hand and shook it.

He asked, rather bluntly, "You are human, right?"

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She draws back her hand in shock at being shaken like a man.

"Of course I am!" she declares, paling with concern. "Aren't you?"

[balletrat]

*Meg stares at the girl, or rather at her breasts, which look awfully familiar . . .

oh, come on, people, when the person who plays you in a film is three times your cup size, you pay attention!*

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Oh look, someone familiar!

Okay, not familiar as such, but a ballerina's a ballerina, right?

"Oh, Hi!" She says brightly, breaking into a delighted smile.

[balletrat]

Hello, *Meg says, still staring.* Er. You're not an actress by any chance, are you?

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"Oh, no!" She excalims, drawing herself up to her full 3 inches taller than the dancer, and sweeping over, "I'm a soprano!" Which is much more important than an actor, clearly.

[balletrat]

*A horrible suspicion is percolating in Meg's head.*

- what's your name?

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"Christine!" Christine says, still smiling charmingly. "What's yours?"

[balletrat]

*Meg stares some more.

And faints.*

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Christine lets out a high pitched gasp of concern for the dancer, and drops gracefully to her knees by the side of Meg's head.

It might be worth pointing out that Christine's dress is much better designed for dropping gracefully to knees than tutus are for fainting.

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Zip. In an instant there's Max, who is somehow talking to his sister and best friend at the same time rather usefully catching the fainting Meg before he even realizes what he's doing or why.

"Hey. Girl." Blink. "What did you do to her?" he asks the soprano accusingly. No one is ever innocent.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks up, more out of habit than expecting the person she half-hopes to be there to... well... be there. Surprise, surprise, he isn't. But what is there catches her attention for a bit.
Ace and dresses have never really been on speaking terms. She's worn a few, mostly for purposes of not getting burned at the stake when she walks out of the TARDIS, but this dress... hell. She doesn't even write to this dress. They don't even exchange Christmas cards.
There may be sniggering from her place at the fireside.

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Christine, who recovered from her shock remarkably quickly, turns towards the sound and sweeps over to the other girl in the football blanket.

"Hello!" she exclaims, her blue eyes big and round with concern. "Are you cold?!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace does her best not to stare. Really. Give the girl a break, huh? It's been a long sort of week.
"Err, yes?" I mean, how do you answer a question like that?

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Oh, she's used to people staring at her... dress. It's a very nice... dress.

"Oh! I get cold a lot as well!" she declares, sitting down gracefully nearby. "we hardly have any heating at the Opera House! My name's Christine!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace does not usually employ books for anything other than blunt instruments, and her theatre-going has severely dropped off to somewhere below nil (trust me, it's possible), so that revelation means just about nothing to her other than the girl comes from an Opera House, and happens to be named Christine.

Lucky Ace.

"Welcome to Milliways, Christine." Never hurts to be polite. And she is so staring at the dress, and only the dress, thank you ma'am. She has a very nice boyfriend already, the position of significant other is already filled.

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"Thank you!" Christine says brightly. "Everyone's so nice here, even the zombies! What's your name?!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, 'cause if they're not my boyfriend locks 'em up." Ace points out. She has very little faith in human kindness. Or any other species kindness, for that matter.
"'M Ace. Nice to meetcha."

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian's staring at her, unabashed.

Ooooh. Shiny!!!!!*