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Jack's Smashing Party!

The Doctor was asked to help do the greeting of Jack's guests, he's standing there trying to keep his hands from walking over towards a pile of pizza boxes. The Time Lord sways on his feet and he goes to walk towards the ball room doors that the party is going to be held in. "I was really hoping for the beach party." He even had an outfit lined up for that one that wasn't his tuxedo and bow tie.

With the doors open, he's there to lend out a hand and he was kind enough to help transport people to New York. "Well, welcome to Jack's party, if you were expecting a meal for a king...well if you're the King of the Pizza people this is it for you lot." That Lombardo's Pizza is tempting and he's trying to keep his Meta-Crisis from helping himself before everyone arrives.

The band consists of a few random street musicians who were willing to play on demand. "Ah, that's lovely. The sounds of New York City are happening right here!"

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The meta-meta digs in, getting a good two mouthfuls down before he does remember. Then it's a glance up at the floppy-haired meta-crisis and a mumbled "thank you" through a mouth half full of nibbles before he looks to the Doctor-thing again for approval. He really is trying to be good tonight, which might have something to do with the Doctor-thing's threat to put him on the leash and take him home immediately if he isn't. He might grow more bold as the night goes on, but for now he's very keen on not missing out on the party.

Romana smiles pleasantly at the exchange, "Well, if he likes Meta, that's really all that matters, yes? Besides, there are a lot of names that can be for either gender."

Romana eyes Handy, still a bit unsure about how much he's changed in helping the Meta-Meta. Still, a name is a long way from where he was before.

"No, I haven't found one, and I don't want a girl's name." The Eleven Meta-Crisis says, and he looks to see The Doctor wander off at the sight of Jack. "False alarm." He sighs and he wonders what is taking the Jack this party is for.

It's still fairly early and he smiles. "You're quite welcome. I should go before he gets too far."

"I'm not sure how he feels about it either way," admits Andrew. "He doesn't object, but, well. At least it's something he's used to being called."

Andrew has a feeling Romana wouldn't approve of all his methods for both keeping the Meta-Meta safe and keeping him from being a nuisance, but he reasons that he's at least treating him like he's something like a child rather than like he's an animal.

"That's not the right Jack, is it?" he asks, looking over at where the Doctor went to investigate.

Romana shrugged, "I don't know. I don't know that much about Jack, to be honest. So I'm not sure. And Jack is a common name, isn't it?"

"Well, it's supposed to be for Jack Harkness - one of him. Never thought I'd see a universe where there could be multiple Jacks, but there you have it."

Handy strained a moment longer to get a look at the Jack Harkness in question, then shook his head. "Different one, I think," he said.

Romana smiled at that, "Well... yes." But she didn't really want to talk about Jack or anyone else. She turned to face him, "I'm really proud of you... you've made quite a change in a short time."

She didn't want to leave the Meta-Meta out of it, so she looked to him, "Both of you have."

Andrew wasn't so sure there had been a big change. He'd tried to give the Meta-Meta a little leeway, and there had been the semi-failed attempt to give him a proper name, but he still had to look after the blond in much the way he had before.

"Been trying." He shrugs. The Meta-Meta pauses in his eating to give her a smile.

Romana smiled warmly. After all, she was impressed. They were both here, he hadn't spoken harshly to the Meta and both seemed fairly relaxed.

"Sometimes, trying is all it takes," she responded. She would know. The stories she could tell. "But, this is a party! We should talk about something more fun."

Andrew tried not to show his relief at Romana's desire to talk about a different topic.

"How have you been?" he asked, picking the first topic that came to mind. The Meta-Meta, of course, was welcome to give his input, but as usual he didn't.

"Good. I've been good. Been working with Wee... seeing if she can get me back to E-Space or not." Because she knows she doesn't belong here. She smiles sadly, "And doing what I can for the Time Tot."

His brow furrowed unhappily at that. Whatever conversations they've had, he assumed Romana wouldn't want to try to leave again so soon.

"You're trying to go back to E-Space?"

Romana looked thoughtful and a bit sad, "Well, none of us really belong here, do we? Sure we're all making ourselves at home. However, the timelines are becoming more erratic and the stability... well, it's not stable is it?"

That was true enough, but that didn't mean Handy had to like it. He couldn't help but feel that she was abandoning him a second time - and it wasn't as if he had anywhere he could go, himself.

"Some of us don't belong anywhere," he pointed out. "Romana...you don't have to go. Not so soon."

The Meta-Meta slowed and stopped eating as he listened in on the conversation, looking stricken at the thought of Romana leaving. He shook his head at her, upset. "Don't," he said.

Oh their expressions tug at her hearts. "But, what if we're causing the instability? One person more or less could make all the difference in this universe..."

She looks from one to the other including both of them in the conversation, "You could always.... Come with me...."

[Irrationally, Andrew wants to have it both ways - he wants to both stay on Earth with his friends and go with Romana. Rationally, though, he knows that leaving with Romana would probably mean never coming back.]

We'd destabilize the timeline just as badly by going with you. Not that the damage isn't already done....

[Romana swallows thickly at the lump already in the throat. Suddenly, she speaks too brightly.]

Well, enough of that. This is a party. We should be dancing.

[She holds her hand out to the Meta-meta.]

Care to join me?

[He regrets saying it - if the timeline is already damaged, how much more harm could it do to go with her? He still isn't decided on what he actually wants to do, either.

At her words, he forces himself to smile.]

Yeah...this isn't the time for all that.

[The Meta-Meta looks at her hand, blinks, then looks at her face as if asking if she really means it. His eyes start to flicker in the direction of the Doctor-thing, but for once he doesn't follow through on the impulse to verify things with his other half before proceeding.

Hesitantly, but willingly, he takes her hand.]

[She smiles warmly. And wiggles her fingers in 'goodbye' to Handy. She slowly walks the Meta-meta over to the dance floor, making sure to keep to an area that they will be more or less alone, so that he doesn't get spooked. Luckily, then song that had just started was a slow one.]

You want me to stay... what would you have me do if I remained?

[Once they're there, the Meta-Meta can't help just one little glance back at the Doctor-thing. Andrew, however, has remained where he is - in fact, after taking the plate from the Meta-Meta so he could go with Romana, he's moved off toward the snack bar to lounge against the table and watch them.

Then he looks back at Romana, then down at their hands, wondering where his are supposed to go. He feels as if he ought to be good at this, but at times like this, calling up certain specific memories and skills he should have is like wading through a swamp in the fog. Waiting for things to come to him often works better, but that doesn't always happen at the right time.]

Stay with us? [His brow furrows - there's the conversation to track as well. It's fortunate that he won't be required to dance to anything with a fast tempo, or he'd already be overwhelmed.]

[Romana is quite understanding about the situation. She gently guides his hands into place and gently guides him to the rhythm. She hasn't noticed the wrist cuff yet. They're not actually dancing, more swaying from side to side.]

[She catches his glance to Andrew and nods. She turns thoughtful at his question.]

But why do you want me to stay? Haven't I caused enough harm here?

[She's starting to think she's done more harm than good with the two of them.]

[She makes it all seem so easy. They all do - all these people who go around talking to each other, dancing, laughing, working - and it frustrates him to no end when he's in a mood to engage with them and he finds that he can't really, not on the same level they do and that he can sometimes remember being able to do in a past life. It's easier to simply disconnect and let conversations sort of slide by him instead of trying to sort out all the jumbled input, though at least now he's learning that there are a few people who can understand him and who will be patient enough to make themselves understood to him. Romana is one of them.

He shakes his head in strong disagreement, though he doesn't know why she would say that to begin with.] You never hurt anyone.

[Romana smiles, but she's getting teary-eyed. Her words come out sounding strange to her ears.]

Oh, I wish that were true.

[For there are plenty of people she's hurt, even if it was unknowingly. She gives him a gentle squeeze as she takes a breath.]

If I were to stay for anyone, I think I would stay for you...

[She's unknowingly stopped moving, which will probably make it easier for him to focus.]

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