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[failassassin]

[Turlough is lounging in Sky's Prize, the nightclub in Loki District, frowning slightly as he looks at the bracelet. It's way early in the evening, so there's not that many people there, but he does have a drink at the bar with him.]

I suppose I should do this sooner or later, [he says, with a sigh, as if making an introduction on these things is a massive hassle instead of a formality.] After all, these gods do want us to talk to each other, as if that will help.

I'm Turlough. I'm one of the Doctor's, I suppose-though my Doctor isn't here. I've met a fair amount of people at the festival as well as at the masquerade ball, but I thought I should make a post on this bracelet thing anyway, if only to make sure I can do it properly.

[he shrugs, not really sure what else to say. Then, an idea hits him.] Ah, yes, there's something else. What other places are there to get a drink here? [He smirks slightly, shrugging his shoulders.] You can't blame a man for enjoying his captivity before the true fighting hits.

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[sheloves]

[She gave him a look that was more amused than anything else, angling a silver ringed eye into view.]

Hush, Turlough, really, no need for that. You'll have company yet, because I'll join you. [It was the right thing to do, she was in the area, and she needed a walk. Ril's forgotten to turn off the video, so there's a bouncy view behind her. She's not all that far away, as she's in Loki district, looking around at empty shop spaces.]

[failassassin]

[He can't help but smile as she walks and the camera bounces.]

Your camera's still on, by the way.

[sheloves]

Is it? [She fiddles with it until it's audio only, because company is nice.] Are you having anything decent over there? I should have asked earlier. And your Doctor is always here. It's still him, even if it's not his face.

[Like she could see Six in Eight or Eleven, because he was still there. Lately, it ached when she thought about it. Her doctor. Six with his perfect face all smudged up. That was her Doctor, ever so slightly crabby before that fell away to a brilliant smile. Ril let out a breath and kept walking. Maybe it was the smile that did it.

I know what you mean. Or I think I do. Your Doctor, mn.

[failassassin]

[Turlough chuckled slightly, shaking his head.] I'm just having a cocktail. Nothing special.

[And as she mentions 'your Doctor', he pauses for a moment, thinking.] These Doctors are nice, but they're not the Doctor that I had back home. My Doctor was pleasant, with this...open face. [That was a shitty description. Turlough paused, then continued.] He wasn't as rambunctious as some of these other Doctors.

[sheloves]

Perhaps he'll show. After all, Turlough, he has a few faces here. [Rambunctious? She mouths the word with a cocked eyebrow as she enters the nightclub. Well, that was a word for you. She slides up onto the stool next to him, amused.]

And you showed up here, mn? Anything is possible.

now it's spam I guess. c:

[failassassin]

You'd think that after a while, this place would put a limit on the amount of Doctors, [he said with a small grin, as he nodded towards Ril.]

Otherwise, we'll soon have the whole set.

Yep!

[sheloves]

Somehow, I can't see that as a bad thing. [She leans into the bar and flashes a quick signal to the bartender. When he arrives, she orders a hot tea because, once again, she's cold. ] All of them are rather fascinating in their own right, I find.

[failassassin]

[Turlough notices the tea and shakes his head, giving Ril a bit of a sarcastic smile.] You know, as wonderful as it is, the point of a bar isn't to drink tea.

[sheloves]

I've to walk home, yet. [She says this mildly, quietly, and with a tug of a smile.] I'm not so sure about these bar drinks, to be honest. I'm not quite sure i want to give it a go quite yet.

[failassassin]

[Turlough rolled his eyes slightly and gave a small wave of his hands.] There's nothing wrong with the bar drinks-they're all fine.

[sheloves]

I'm alright with tea. It's hot and I'm cold. Perfect solution, really. [Ril shrugs.]

[failassassin]

[He shrugs, taking another drink.] Your loss, as they say.

[sheloves]

Loss implies desire.

[She gets her tea and dunks the tea bag, watching the amber color spread. Bags for tea, fascinating.]

Have you settled in your House, then? Met your new folks?

[failassassin]

I have. They're...interesting, [Turlough said after a pause.]

[sheloves]

Is that a terrible thing? [She peers at him mid sip, an eyebrow arched.]

[failassassin]

I never told you what house I'm in, did you? [Turlough said, after a small chuckle. Honestly, he had been keeping his house secret, lying about it to others, and telling different people that he was starting to get everything muddled in his head.]

[sheloves]

No, you haven't. And I don't really think it matters, so long as you're judicious with how you use whatever gift they gave you. I suppose, still, I'm a bit curious. [Ril shifts to lean into the bar a little trying to find a comfortable spot.]

[failassassin]

Earth people have a saying abut loose lips, [he teased, taking another sip of his drink.] They sink ships.

[sheloves]

[Her eyebrows arch.]

Ah, well. I have no qualms about information. If you've questions, I'm open to giving answers. It tends to make for decent conversation. [She sips at her tea, breathing in the scent of jasmine and a touch of lemongrass. The heat on her hands was almost uncomfortable, but she soaked it in anyway.]

[failassassin]

I only have qualms about certain types of information, [Turlough said, with a shrug.] Besides, I have a feeling that 'interesting' can describe a good number of people here, no matter what the house.