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fracturedrp2012-02-03 08:01 pm
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Who Got Us That.....
When: Masters Wardrobe Plot
Who: Owen Harper![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wanker4life & Liz lizfirestarter/OTA!
Where: The Wedding Reception at the Pub!
What: Okay, so LMAFO wasn't going to sing about everybody shuffling instead it was a radio playing Glenn Miller instead. He was going to sit down to have a nice helping of Scotch. Okay, so it wasn't a wedding that involved people picking chicken or fish for dinner, it was a proper celebration that he finally joined the ranks of the married. "Maybe we outta change our names to Harkness." He teased the crowd. "Another round for all the blokes!" Owen looked over his shoulder, it was just them, just a party of people from the 21st century parting in the 1940's while the Nazi's dropped bombs over London. This wasn't exactly right.
Owen eventually excused himself and something caught his eye, a big box, a big gift box and he looks over towards one of the Jack's. "This is a big telly in a cabinet isn't it? Right, like I'm gonna watch a game on a television the size of a post card." He wanders over towards it to take a good look at it.. There's something off and something alien about the box. "Oh, who needs presents now?!"
(OOC: This kicks off the next round of the plot. We'll enter the box once everyone has had their fill of the party. For those who weren't here? Don't worry, The Doctor or one of the Jacks will come back for you with the TARDIS.)
Who: Owen Harper
wanker4life & Liz lizfirestarter/OTA!Where: The Wedding Reception at the Pub!
What: Okay, so LMAFO wasn't going to sing about everybody shuffling instead it was a radio playing Glenn Miller instead. He was going to sit down to have a nice helping of Scotch. Okay, so it wasn't a wedding that involved people picking chicken or fish for dinner, it was a proper celebration that he finally joined the ranks of the married. "Maybe we outta change our names to Harkness." He teased the crowd. "Another round for all the blokes!" Owen looked over his shoulder, it was just them, just a party of people from the 21st century parting in the 1940's while the Nazi's dropped bombs over London. This wasn't exactly right.
Owen eventually excused himself and something caught his eye, a big box, a big gift box and he looks over towards one of the Jack's. "This is a big telly in a cabinet isn't it? Right, like I'm gonna watch a game on a television the size of a post card." He wanders over towards it to take a good look at it.. There's something off and something alien about the box. "Oh, who needs presents now?!"
(OOC: This kicks off the next round of the plot. We'll enter the box once everyone has had their fill of the party. For those who weren't here? Don't worry, The Doctor or one of the Jacks will come back for you with the TARDIS.)