http://wanker4life.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wanker4life.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fracturedrp2012-01-20 07:19 pm

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When: Master's Wardrobe 1941
Who: Owen Harper [livejournal.com profile] wanker4life/Liz [livejournal.com profile] lizfirestarter/OTA
Where: The Town Pub

What:

Owen wasn't about to just sit there and enjoy a little bit of time listening to fireside chats or just sit. It was bloody boring and Owen went to go dig up an old 36 Bently from the garage to take out to town.

He's still hurting from the pain in his chest and he's waiting for Liz to figure out the same. Its boring here. "Come on, I'm leaving if you lot want to go get something to drink. Harkness! You get to watch Robbie for the night!" He calls out from the driveway of the old manor.

"This is the most boring trip we've ever been on now! Come on why don't we go poke fun at Hitler?" Owen protests and he takes a deep breath. "I'd take Nazi zombies right about now."

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-01-21 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"If you jinx us I swear to God I'll break your other ribs." She's kidding, but Liz doesn't want to deal with zombies. Or nazis. And especially not nazi zombies, zombie nazis or any combination thereof. She smiles though, because they're out of that house which, even for a girl who's fascinated with old stuff, is exceedingly boring. "Did he mess with the faucets or am I going crazy again?" She asks as she follows Owen.

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-01-21 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"OWEN!" Liz's jaw drops. "Why don't you just lay out a red carpet for every possible bad thing to happen?" She looks for something, anything made of wood and raps her knuckles on it. Liz was not so lucky in the clothing department. She found a dress with far too much lace for her liking. "I hate having to blend in."

She shoots Owen a look. He's not supposed to strain himself and she's being far too paranoid about what that might entail. Guess it's Owen's turn to get treated like he's made of glass. "Be careful." Her voice softens a little. "You don't have to be a perfect gentleman just 'cause you're dressed like one, you know?" It's sweet sure, but she'd rather not worry about him and get the door herself.

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-01-21 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." She knows he's not sleeping well, which means she's not sleeping well which means they're both a hell of a lot more cranky than usual, and that's saying something. "Did you remember to wear underwear?" Liz teases at the mention of itchy pants. She's trying. Not doing a very good job, but trying.

"Um..." Liz is awful at cover stories. She looks Owen up and down and wrinkles her nose. "Mentally unstable?" She offers.

She's got to give Owen that. The Doctor picked the least relaxing vacation spot. "Maybe he thought it would be exciting?" Liz says as she looks up as well. "You know the Doctor. He always thinks nearly dying is fun."

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-01-22 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Liz has been refraining from commenting on the patented Owen Harper drink instead of drugs pain management approach. Why? Because she couldn't come up with anything good to say about it.

"What?" Liz blinks at him. "OK, for one thing...I was kidding, and for another, why bring extra underwear?"

"I said mentally unstable, you idiot." She snickers when he tries to fake a limp. She means you idiot in the most loving way possible. The mention of the on leave to get married makes her smile. "You really wanna get married in the past?" Liz looks at Owen affectionately. She'd be game for it if he was, but she can't quite tell if he's kidding or not.

"How will be fit a car in a TARDIS?" Liz asks before she frowns at Owen's wince. She bites her lip to keep the reactionary 'be careful' from coming out, opting to reach out for his hand instead.

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-01-23 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"OK, good point." Liz should know that's the Doctor's 'thing' by now. 'Oh, you're nice and settled and comfortable. WE'RE LEAVING!' Maybe that's where Jack got that bouncing around the planet thing from.

She nearly bursts out laughing at that display. "I'm not the one you have to convince, Owen. I know you're damaged." Liz teases before adding. "But I like you anyway."

She settles down in the passenger seat and thinks about the suggestion. "I guess." Liz smiles as she really thinks over the idea of getting married here. "Everyone's here, and there's nothing to go wrong. For real this time." Her smiles grows and she leans over to press a kiss to Owen's cheek for being to fucking brilliant to think of this.

"You wanna get married in a church?" Liz asks. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. "I didn't...pack that dress I was gonna wear on New Years." She realizes sadly. "And...it wouldn't have fit in the time period anyway."

"Maybe..." Liz smiles, knowing this suggestion would piss both Jack and the Doctor off big time. "We can hide the car someplace safe no one will find it here and we can find it when we get back to our own time."

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"If you ask the Doctor he doesn't need help, remember?" Liz rolls her eyes at the idea, but it's really looking probable. "Would...you be OK with that? I know we wanted things to be stable for our kids," Oh, God now she's saying kids in plural, too. "but maybe that's like wanting water to turn into wine." Her eyes shift a bit when she realizes given the Heaven V Hell thing that might actually happen. "Or...just...it might never happen no matter how much we want it. Might be better to just relax and live."

She blushes a little. "I know it doesn't really matter where we get married, but the more I thought about it the more it seems like something I wanna do." Liz knows she's probably gonna get picked on for having a very girly moment. "This is, in theory, the only time we're gonna get married and it should be special, don't you think?"

She snickers at the idea of Owen wanting the car. "Do you have any idea how jealous our rich celebrity neighbors are gonna be when you come back with this car?" Maybe that's why he's doing it. Liz wouldn't put it past Owen to take great pleasure in one upping a bunch of Hollywood types.

Liz snickers at that comment and waits for Owen to do the gentlemanly thing and get the car door for her. "You'll just have to defend my honor, won't you?" She teases as she tries not to laugh. "Not like I can kick someone's ass myself. It's the 40s." Liz says pointedly. "Wouldn't be very ladylike of me."

[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com 2012-02-02 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Liz's eyes go shifty at the mention of the Doctor who had been MIA for so long. "Tenth regeneration." She says softly. "Yeah, I saw him. I thought he'd just regenerated but...guess not." She's not saying much either.

"I know that but..." She trails off. Part of her, though by now it's a very small part, still dreams of those white picket fences and 2.5 kids and all that domestic crap. "You're really OK with that?" Knowing Owen could handle it would make her brave enough to handle it, too. Enjoy it even. Maybe even love it, though she'd never admit it.

The mention of Robbie makes Liz nervous again. She's still not mentioned that ever growing fear her fire is genetic (in spite of there being no DNA evidence of it) to Owen. "Yeah, I know he's not like other kids. I mean, we made him on the TARDIS if the timing's right." She knows the odds are better than good that's when it happened. "He doesn't even have a real birthday if you think about it." Liz says sadly.

"A money machine?" Liz blinks, her jaw hanging open slightly. "You do know that can mess up the entire planet's economy, don't you?" Even so she blushes a little when Owen points out that their wedding could in fact be historic. "Oh, what the hell. We'll actually have a date to celebrate this time." She gets a blissful smile then. "Let's do it."

"You know this car needed leaded gas, right?" She grins at how happy it makes Owen, though. "Ed Begley Jr is gonna kick your ass." Liz adds, not entirely sure if she's teasing or not. You never can tell in California how seriously people take being green.

"And I'm here...not being a pilot or building planes or anything like that." Liz points out. She could, and would have, done that and then some, but that's neither here nor there. "Yeah, that's a good way to keep a lot profile. Nobody would think twice about a tiny chick in a dress taking a nut shot." Liz says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.