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Martha Jones (legendinhertime) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-02-23 23:27:00

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martha jones, oliver queen/green arrow

Who: Martha Jones, Oliver Queen, Sookie Stackhouse and open to multiple threads.
What: Going out for drinks to try and beat the heat
When: September 23, 2009, after 10 PM (after meetings)
Where: Local bar near the complex
Why: Becuase its hot outside and Martha needs to meet people.
Status: Open to others once Oliver and Martha get to the pub.

Martha's bag was slung over her shoulder as she stood near the front door. The bag was new... hell most of her things were new, and the last several days had been spent picking up essentials - clothes, supplies and of course, food. But the one thing she hadn't picked up was a swimming costume. It was something she would rectify tomorrow. She hadn't thought she'd need one, but tomorrow while inquiring at the local hospital - she needed some money coming in after all. And to be able to just see patients again, it was a freedom that she hadn't thought she'd be able to have, not until she'd managed to get rid of the Key and get UNIT off her back. But here... as much as being away from her family hurt - and it did - there was the knowledge that at least here they couldn't hurt her. And her family didn't know where she was. They wouldn't bother them.

The new bag had a rose on the side, sewn in a needle-point style. She was looking foreward to this. The last time she'd had a night out... well being on the run didn't exactly allow for jaunts down to the local. She needed to meet people here, try to rebuild and shape some semblance of a life - social life - and maybe some day she'd get home. She wasn't really alone, she's spoken to Romana, and she knew that she should get to know the woman better. She negver would have guessed that a time lady would get stuck here.

As she waited she started to run down the differences between here and home. It was largely minor differences... No Doctor though... And that in itself and the fact that the public at large did not accept aliens and know about them... It was odd. Sort of like seeing the world through new eyes. Brand new eyes.

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arrowsaregreen
2010-02-24 05:19 am UTC (link)

Oliver didn’t mind the kids. He really didn’t. It was refreshing to have them around and to not have to bark life or death orders at them every two seconds or every time he heard unwelcomed footsteps or raised voices. He had an apartment that wasn’t full of weapons waiting to be used on aliens. There was a dog whose duty didn’t involve watching the entrances to the building His biggest issue consisted of trying to keep Bart within city limits while simultaneously trying to get Virgil to lighten up and stop looking so much like a kicked puppy. Oliver couldn’t remember ever having so many problems with Mia. In his opinion, that proved that teenage boys could be just as complicated as teenage girls, if not more so. They were making him miss the girl issues.

Getting to go do something with an actual adult almost sounded too good to be true. He wasn’t going to have to lock himself up to drink so that the kids didn’t see him. Taking a sip would have gotten Virgil on his case, he thought. Risking Chloe walking in on him and not approving was an issue. He could drink without getting drop over in a ditch and stay there all night drunk. That was in the past, gone with the good old days of not being thirty and from an insane alien-invasion scenario future.

There couldn’t be too many people hanging out near the door and if there was, it wouldn’t be impossible to find out which one of them he was supposed to be following out that very same door. She was the only one there (which made things simpler) for him. Seeing her and realizing that he was free from the apartment, Oliver was suddenly a lot happier than he’d been two minutes ago.

“Walking or driving?” He looked her over quickly while asking the question. They were complete and utter strangers but luckily, she didn’t strike him ass an axe murderer with the intention of dragging him off into an alley somewhere.

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legendinhertime
2010-02-24 06:02 am UTC (link)

She'd been so caught up in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear the footsteps coming towards her in the tiled lobby area. She turned around - having been staring out the window and smiled.

"Hullo," she said. She was smiling. This was a first meeting and for the last several years her first impressions had largely taken the form of meeting people while running or while some great cataclysm was about to befall England or Messaline or 15th Century London. Hell the first time she'd met Jack he'd just died having hung onto the back of the TARDIS, and everyone at UNIT had just accepted her and she didn't truly have 'friends' there. So this was rare. This was new. Just being able to make a real impression that didn't involve running for your life or saving a planet, or aliens chasing after you.

All the same the man standing there was attractive. She thought it but said nothing, it would have been embarrising. She didn't even know his name. All the same that could be done later. It was right to business, and the sooner they got to the pub the better. "Walking I think," she smiled. "It's rather nice outside, even if it's hotter than the sun in here. S'ppose you can't win them all. And it isn't all that far. Just a few streets away."

She indicated the door and pulled it open, in something of a backwards polite gesture, but tradition be damned, this was the 21st Century, and as Jack always like to say - it was when everything changed... Of course that probably did not go so far as to account for who opened doors. She waited until they were both outside and walking toward the bar before she spoke again. "Someone else from the complex will be meeting us there, she replied after you did, but I didn't catch he name." And that's when she realized it, and shook her head, smiling. Of course she'd forgotten that. "I'm Martha by the way."

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bontemps_lady
2010-03-04 04:58 am UTC (link)

It had been about twenty minutes and five aspirin since Sookie had replied on the boards before she finally found her way to the bar. As she stepped in, her dark, large eyes gazed around the room for a moment as she looked for the doctor who'd invited anyone who wanted to come. Finally spotting her standing with a blonde man, she headed over to them and smiled a little shyly. "Hi...this is the group..right? I'm Sookie."

She might've held her hand out to shake theirs, but she was being very careful with personal contact lately, as a way of keeping her headaches from being any worse. After she was sure she was with the right group, she sat at the table slowly, looking from one to the other. "Both of y'all are fairly new, right?" Or at least, she thought she'd been their longer than either. Her accent was full southern, belying her Louisiana heritage, and matched her sunny disposition perfectly.

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