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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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Romana enters a bit nervously wearing this:

Yes, it is blue... TARDIS blue, as is only appropriate. She sees Ten going after the pizzas and wanders over to him.

"Don't you think you should wait until the party's started?"

John is totally crashing this party. He thinks his invitation got lost in a time vortex or something.

"Oi! Any liquor? There'd better be an open bar..."

The Doctor's about to finger the pizza's and he looks over his shoulder. "Oh, we've got enough for everyone." There's no sign of that little blond who nearly made a mess of Johnny's funeral so there should be enough for everyone.

He glances at the other bits of odd, there's mini hot dogs and your basic party nibbles. "Oh, there's lots of nibbles here." He looks back at Romana and he smiles brightly. "Oh, you look lovely, its TARDIS inspired right?"

There's a bar, a very open bar and sadly they've had to put this together at such a short notice. "There's a few kegs and well..." He looks at a couple party balls of all things there. "Those. And well..." He points to the bottles of liquor, juices and pretty much a 'do it yourself bar'.

[Romana smiles sweetly.]

She wouldn't let me out unless I was wearing something blue....

[She looked him up and down.]

You cleaned up nice as well.

"That's barely enough to give me a decent buzz." John mutters, giving the tall Doctor a mock salute before seating himself at the bar and beginning to pour ten shots of vodka, five shots of tequila, and another five shots of rum. 51st century metabolism is nothing to sneeze at, it took a lot for him to get drunk.

He looks at his tuxedo and then the trainers, he wasn't going to wear those dress shoes simply because they're painful. "She wasn't going to let me out without this. Alisa said, dress in your finest."

He's sure to find others out there without fancy clothes. The Doctor's eyes light up at the sight of a tray of crab balls. "Ooh, these look nice." He takes one of the sword poked crab delights at least they managed 'normal' food for the occasion. "I think Jack will like this myself."

He's almost waiting for River to show up, he's sure she'll pop up at some point. "Yes, human evolution at it's finest." He grabs a bottle of Scotch and he makes sure it will be reserved for Jack. "The 51st century liver takes a better licking than those 20th century ones doesn't it?"

[Romana helped herself to some crisps since she knew what they were.]

Well, I'm sure Alisa will be quite pleased. So any agenda for this evening.

"There's going to be cake...well it's not a special cake." The Doctor looks at the big sheet cake that looks like it might of been for a little kid with what appears to be a circus train going along it. It was on short order so they took what they could get.

"It's just a cake with a train on it. I don't know, it seems nice..." The Doctor's about to finger the icing. He's not aware Jack's going to be held up for his own party but of all thing's Rift activity.

Andrew enters with the meta-meta in tow, both of them dressed much differently than normal. Andrew went for the full three-piece suit, but the meta-meta's suit is simpler and the blond isn't wearing a tie, as it was hard enough to get him dressed up at all. He's got his wrist cuff on under one of those nice sleeves, too, and Andrew feels mildly guilty about that and about the leash he put in his pocket just in case a need for it should come up...but not guilty enough to have refrained from putting it on him.

And, of course, as soon as they enter the meta-meta wants to make a beeline for the pizza. Andrew grabs his hand and holds him back. "Let's say hello to some people first, alright?" he asks quietly, though really, he just wants to stop the meta-meta from pigging out and giving them both stomach aches.

[Romana grabs his hand.]

Don't you dare! What do you say we go... talk to people?

The Doctor's there among the people, or was more like it there among the cake when he tried to swipe at some of the colorful icing he was given a good pull towards Andy. "Andy! A pleasure to see you here! And, Meta-Meta!"

His own hand is there in his nice suit with a fancy top hat to add to it. He watches Meta-Meta and he ohs. "He wants the party nibbles. I don't think Jack wants his food to go missing now."

The Doctor was going to consider going to the 51st century to get a nice bottle of hypervodka but he wants to avoid people getting sick or a 51st century orgy.

[Romana follows the Doctor and smiles at Meta-Meta. She smiles, albeit a bit forced, at Handy and offers her hand for him to shake.]

It's good to see you both.

"He'll want to eat all of it," sighs Andrew, still keeping a grip on the Meta-Meta. "Suppose we'll have to visit the snack table sooner or later, though - don't think we ought to start in on the cake yet." He gave the Meta-Meta a meaningful look.

The sight of Romana reminded him of the argument they'd had, and he found himself hoping fervently that she wouldn't find out about the wrist cuff. "Romana," he said with a nod, reaching out his free hand to shake hers.

The Doctor wags a finger in Meta-Meta's direction. "He'll get the two of you sick again." The Doctor tells Meta-Meta in particular and he looks at the snack table that's loaded with whatever goodies they could get on such short notice.

"No, we'll save the cake for when Jack arrives," The Doctor goes to check the imaginary clock on his wrist. There's no telling when the immortal will arrive and he's just as bad with this.

[Romana just grins at the Doctor. But her attention is highly focused on Handy and Meta-Meta.]

So, how have things been? You two getting along all right?

[But the second sentence was obviously asked of the Meta-Meta.]

"Not if I can help it." Andrew really is determined not to let the Meta-Meta eat the pair of them sick tonight. "We're trying to learn portion control. He's been getting better about it, but it's harder when there's a whole table laid out in front of him."

He looks at the Meta-Meta at the end of that, giving his hand a little shake as if to ask for confirmation. The Meta-Meta, though, is busy sniffing the air, smelling both the food and the people around him. The blond's attention alights on Romana as she asks the question, and he looks to Andrew for an answer. Getting only a vaguely encouraging look from his counterpart, he turns his gaze back to Romana and gives a little grunt and a nod.

[Romana smiles at Meta-Meta. She hides the flicker as he looks to Handy.]

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

[She reaches out and slowly and gently rests her hand on his shoulder. She then looks to Handy.]

And do you concur?

"Oh, yeah. He's been great. We've been great." Handy's still wary of Romana and her interest in the meta-meta's emotional well-being, as it often seems to him to be at the expense of Andrew's mental well-being. "I tried naming him," he said, a little helplessly. "Couldn't find one that fit and, well, he didn't seem too interested."

Koschei arrives dressed in a proper tuxedo, not just his usual black suit. With something pinned to the lapel... a name badge, clearly showing anyone in front of him who he actually is. It is a bit demeaning, but, still. If that was what it took.

Good, if River shows up, it's a sure bet that John is going to hit on her. Then again, he'd hit on a poodle wearing a skirt! "You're damn right it does. I almost envy how easy it is for 21st century saps to get wasted. Me, I'd have to drink a whole bar."

"I'll be sure to send someone for Vegan Rum and a bottle of hypervodka." The Doctor bites down on his tongue and he's sure he could head out for some without anyone noticing. "Then again, I don't want you trying to hit on everyone and thing."

He reaches for his sonic screwdriver and he goes to use it to pop the cork of a bottle of wine. "So, other than the chance to drink up the bar, what brings you to Jack's little party?"

The Doctor looks from side to side and he glances at Romana. He wonders if he's missing something, ah names for Meta-Meta. "I have to admit, my own Metacrisis still doesn't have a name. He tries to find them but well.." He smiles a bit. "He's me. He's rubbish at names."

"Tony, Troy..." Meta-Eleven's got a plate with some chicken strips, crab balls and he stares at a couple pigs in a blanket. "Rob, John, well John's a bit over used. At least I'm not called hand..."

He's been called bowties but that's a bit demeaning. "Lady Romana." He bows down and he takes his hat from his head in respect to the Time Lady. "You're well I hope. Meta-Meta!" He passes off the plate to the other Metacrisis.

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