23 December 2011 @ 01:54 pm
012 [Action Closed Forward dated to 12-25]  
[A couple of weeks ago, Rose sent out invitations inviting people to Christmas at the flat she shares with the Doctors. Since then, she's been running around like a headless chicken for many reasons, the party only being one.

The flat is a large one on the top floor with high ceilings and good views. It's a bit sparsely furnished with the main feature being a hammock bed hanging in one corner in front of a window. There's a television, some sort of funky looking sofa, one of those large over sized chairs that two skinny people can sit in and end tables scattered near the seating. There's also a Christmas tree that probably looks like Christmas threw up pink and TARDIS blue on it.

The Doctor (with the hair) is in the kitchen cooking while Rose runs back and forth between the kitchen and the living area to talk with people. Come in, have a drink and mingle. The actual dinner is going to be on the rooftop.]


[ooc: I thought I'd put this up early so people could play with it. There will be a 'during dinner' header below this. Feel free to thread jack, take some liberties with what's going on and just have fun. There's no time limit on this and backtagging is encouraged and loved. If Rose sent you an invitation or if it's been discussed via plurk, ic or any other means that your character was attending, have at it.]
 
 
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[personal profile] leathered on December 30th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)
Next year it's his turn, though. [ He thumbs in the direction of their cook without bothering to look. It's a mental thing: he always knows where his other self is. ]

[ Next year. He said that without thinking, but now it's weird. He doesn't expect to be here that long -- but it doesn't have to be here, he supposes. And if he's still with her next Christmas in this body, he can wiggle out of dressing up again. Good idea. ]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 30th, 2011 07:31 pm (UTC)
[He gets a big grin out of her anyway. She noticed the next year and honestly, she'd be happy to have both of them here in a year, provided she's here as well.]

I'll make myself a reminder. [And then leaning in, voice dropping a bit. She can't say anything remotely against the other one in anything that resembles a normal volume.] Don't think he's got the shoulders for it.