// Clarice Zabini, owner puddlemere (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-22 17:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | {jack harkness, {lirael |
Who: Jack and Lirael
What: two people with absolutely nothing in common are now roommates. What could go wrong?
Where: Their room
When: Sunday evening
Ratings: none, I'll update if this changes
Status: Closed, ongoing.
Jack was impressed with his room; it had bunk beds! Nothing could go wrong with a room that had bunk beds, especially a room on a random train that had enough sense to put his name on the door. He could tell someone else lived in the room, and he didn't want to just claim a bunk, so he settled on the couch with his devices. His watch appeared not to be working, but everything else had survived intact - including the Doctor's hand. He was perusing the Network, not saying anything at all, checking for names of people he knew.
He was interrupted from his perusing by the door opening.
"Why hello there," he said, with a huge grin on his face. "You must be Lirael. Unless it's common practice here to just barge into rooms, in which case ..." He waggled his eyebrows at her.