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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Aug 17, 2013 23:11:53 GMT -5
Summer, 2013 Iris Wildthyme's TARDIS - in the guise of a red, London double-decker bus - materialized against the curb in front of her friend Fitz Kreiner's flat, and it prominently displayed an 'our of order' sign to keep would-be bus riders away. The Time Lady, however, was not within her TARDIS - instead, she'd left to go knock on Fitz's door. Today, Iris had decided to celebrate his birthday. She wanted it to be a surprise... and it would be, certainly, for today was not actually the anniversary of Fitz's birth. Iris never knew the proper date of it, so... she just guessed. Either that, or else she had simply decided that today should be his birthday. Of course, Fitz wasn't home. That didn't deter Iris, though - instead, she decided to wait for his return... ... inside his flat. No key? No worries! Iris just fished her sonic corkscrew from out of her dimensionally transcendental purse, and *BAM*! Lock vanquished. Tucking her sonic back into her purse, Iris strode on inside, like she was supposed to be there. After a little while, Iris got tired of waiting. She, like the Doctor, was not a fan of 'taking the slow path'. If she knew when Fitz would come home, Iris would have simply returned to her TARDIS and hopped forward into the future a pinch and meet him, then. But alas... With no clue of when Fitz would return, and bored out of her gourd, Iris decided to start the party without him. She reached into her purse again and pulled out a bottle of recently pilfered wine from the Delirium Archive - the Wine Lords' '57. Lovely stuff, and those stupid headless monks wouldn't miss it, since they weren't physically capable of imbibing. Popping the cork, Iris began to drink straight from the bottle, not at all bothered by her own unladylike behavior... A while later, several empty bottles were strewn about the living room - and the kitchen - and Iris... Well, she had slid down the couch roughly 180 degrees into a somewhat precarious and awkward position, and she was loudly snoring away, quite drunk. Her bottom rested at the lip of the couch cushion and was threatening to slide on over to follow after her upper half at any moment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 13:12:58 GMT -5
Fitz cut through the courtyard of his converted council-house complex in Camberwell and emerged across from where Iris parked her bus. He was carrying take-away for dinner, mind on random bits of music trying to fit themselves together in his head. He turned to watch the car headlights as they lit up the street and then blinked as he saw the 22 line bus to Putney Common parked along the kerb. He gave a surprised start, walking across the street to get a look, a grin on his face.
“Hello? Honey, I’m home.” He rapped on the door, but everything was dark and there was no answer.
Shrugging, he headed for his flat - there was no one at the door, as he’d expected. He jammed his key into the lock but the door pushed open without needing to turn over the tumbler. For a moment, he had the practical worry of wondering if his flat got hit with a burglary, opening direct to the street as it did. This thought was immediately dismissed when he pushed open the door and turned on the light. He heard a sound…something loud and rumbling like a train. Walking a few steps in, his foot hit a bottle, sending it rolling. He scanned his messy flat. His eyes lit on a rather fetching looking woman on his couch, stuck in awkwardly amongst his half folded laundry and piles of books and CDs.
He’d had worse homecomings!
“What’s going on here, then?” he asked aloud, amused. Either she was the worst robber in all of London, or she was Iris. She was a real looker, this time around, if he was right, aside from the snoring. He shook his head with a laugh. She looked like all her bones had turned to rubber – no doubt all the bottles had something to do with that. “Save any of this for me, love?” he asked aloud, picking up one of the bottles from the coffee table and shaking it. Empty. Figured!
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Aug 18, 2013 20:10:01 GMT -5
 “What’s going on here, then?” The body on the floor gave a truncated snore - more like a snort, to be honest - and her rump slid over the edge of the couch cushion and hit the floor with a but of a *thud*. Slowly, her eyelids flickered open, and the lady on the floor sat up and groggily watched Fitz reach for an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. “Save any of this for me, love?”It took a moment for Iris to wake up and realize that the person she'd been waiting for was finally here! "Oh! Fitz!" she happily exclaimed. Iris then peeled herself up off the floor, threw her arms wide and cheerily bellowed, "Surprise!" "Sorry 'bout the empty bottle, Luvie - sorry 'bout all of them... But not to worry! I've a few more cases on my TARDIS," Iris apologized, while she reached back into her purse and dug around, thinking that there really ought to be at least one more bottle in there... "Seemed a nice way to ring in a birthday, I thought," she went on, at last triumphantly pulling out a fresh bottle of wine and presenting it to the 'birthday boy'. "And, a very happy birthday to you, dear Fitzy - got a glass, or two...?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 21:52:52 GMT -5
"Incredible. Ability to travel anywhere in time and space and you miss my birthday by several months. But I won't hold it against you," he said with a happy smile, taking the bottle from her and looking at it. "It -did- make for a better surprise, and well, it's nice you went to the bother at all, really. So we'll just ring it in late, so what it's not March, hm?"
He went to see if there were any clean glasses to be found in the kitchen and put the food in the fridge. If he'd known he was going to have guests, he might have bothered cleaning up...or at least thought about doing so. But as it was, he just moved some stuff off the couch so that he could sit. "Bound to be better'n how I spent my actual birthday, anyway," he added, putting down two glass tumblers and a corkscrew. "Don't usually drink fancy stuff like this," he said.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Sept 4, 2013 14:45:13 GMT -5
 "It -did- make for a better surprise, and well, it's nice you went to the bother at all, really. So we'll just ring it in late, so what it's not March, hm?"Iris grimaced. She really did have a tendancy to screw things up... however, it was all quite innocent, usually... At least, Fitz didn't seem bothered - what a good sport! "Best back-up plan I've heard all day," Iris agreed, as Fitz excused himself, presumably, to go find a couple of glasses in the kitchen. "Bound to be better'n how I spent my actual birthday, anyway," he added, putting down two glass tumblers and a corkscrew. "Don't usually drink fancy stuff like this."Iris beamed. "My dear Fitzy, I am very happy to oblige," she heartily replied, and she picked up a freshly poured glass of wine and moved to clink glasses with the un-birthday boy. "Now," Iris began, "Shall we go out and paint the town red? Get some cake and ice cream?" After a brief pause to let her offer begin to sink in, she added, "We can go anywhere you'd like, so long as it's not boring," and she raised an eyebrow, wondering if Fitz would be interested in a little adventure, or if he'd rather just stay in and eat his take away. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 16:17:34 GMT -5
"Cheers!" he said, touching glasses with her. He drank down a good portion of the wine in one go. He knew better than to play catch up with Time Lords, though. Especially ones he knew could drink him under the table. All the tables in any known part of the galaxy with a table. And besides that wasn't the point.
"Anywhere I like?" If he looked happy to see Iris before, the huge grin that seemed ready to split his face would surely give him away now. "Not boring, now what would escape being called boring by Iris and her Magical Mystery Tour bus? I say we -should- go to a party. The biggest one that we can think of, and crash it. Something with cake, ice cream, or whatever equivalents." He looked very excited. "I never got to see Woodstock, or the opening of the Roman Colosseum, or Carnival or Mardi Gras, or the Fields at the Cloth of Gold...and that's just Earth. I don't even -know- what other kinds of parties people on other planets get up to."
Oh, this was going to be fun. "One thing's for certain, this flat's boring. Let's quit it, shall we? Besides, there's a refill awaiting us in your transport," he added. "I think...where I'd like to go most is anywhere not boring with you. How about a surprise? Destination unknown, driver, please."
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Oct 15, 2013 21:36:26 GMT -5
 "I never got to see Woodstock, or the opening of the Roman Colosseum, or Carnival or Mardi Gras, or the Fields at the Cloth of Gold...and that's just Earth. I don't even -know- what other kinds of parties people on other planets get up to." Iris grinned. "Now, that's what I'm talking about!" she happily exclaimed, setting down her empty wine glass and clapping her hands together. Then, she started digging around inside her purse - the bigger-on-the-inside one - and began to feel around for a pair of tickets she had stashed in there a while ago, for a rainy day, as the cliche went. She knew they were in there, somewhere... "One thing's for certain, this flat's boring. Let's quit it, shall we? Besides, there's a refill awaiting us in your transport," he added. "I think...where I'd like to go most is anywhere not boring with you. How about a surprise? Destination unknown, driver, please."Iris took a break from searching for the tickets and gave Firz a cute little salute and a mock-stern face. "Yes sir!" she readily replied; then, unable to hold it back, she broke out into a silly grin. "Come along, Fitz - we have a disgustingly decadent and wildly thrilling party to attend," Iris said, still grinning, before heading towards the door and out towards her 'bus'. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2013 17:22:55 GMT -5
"Exactly! Merry Fitzmas!" he said, and took a healthy pull of his wine. It was strong, went straight to his head in a pleasant enough way and made him giddy. Iris looked like she wanted to get going and he didn't want to hold her back in case she changed her mind, nor was he fond of wasting alcohol.
He laughed amicably - he liked this incarnation of her - well, he'd liked most of them that he'd met more or less in some manner or another. But this one was...well... adorable. Maybe the wine was getting to him already? But no, he wasn't that much of a lightweight. It was just a glass. No, Fitz had to admit, he found himself thinking that there was something charming about this Iris, bubbly and fun - at least when she wasn't passed out on his floor.
Perhaps first impressions weren't entirely correct when it came to Time Lords or Ladies. Or second. Perhaps third time's the charm? Soon the rest of the glass joined what went before it and he put it down amidst all the rest of the debris of his life as she continued to search her bag.
"Yes ma'am," he said, returning her salute with a cheeky smile. "Am I dressed for the occasion? I'm not sure work-clothing are suitable for disgustingly decadent."
Pun intended. He hated most ill fitting suits (ie the ones he could afford) and ties were like self-strangulation. He pulled off his jacket and discarded it on the couch as he made his way to the door with her.
"This sounds like my kind of party...just call me Fitz the 'Wild Thrillride' Kreiner," he said to no one in particular, trying the silly moniker out.
He followed her right back out the door and locked it behind him. He felt better than he had in weeks, excited and amused. The banality of the day to day world simply couldn't hold up against Iris Wildthyme.
'I wonder where we are were going?' he thought, a broad smile working its way over his face. "This is going to be fun." It was an intent, a muttered promise or maybe even an oath. Not that he was superstitious at all. He wasn't. He was just getting himself into the mood.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Oct 20, 2013 13:25:01 GMT -5
 "Am I dressed for the occasion? I'm not sure work-clothing are suitable for disgustingly decadent." Iris smiled. "Too true, Fitzy. But, no worries. I've a rather huge wardrobe - something for every occasion," she promised. "This sounds like my kind of party...just call me Fitz the 'Wild Thrillride' Kreiner," he said to no one in particular, trying the silly moniker out. ~~~~~ "This is going to be fun." It was an intent, a muttered promise or maybe even an oath... "You bet it will!" Iris agreed, and then she pressed a button on her key fob, and unlocked her 'bus'. She stepped forward and pulled the door open. "After you, Birthday Boy," she said invitingly and gave a Vanna White-esque flourish of her arm towards the inside of her TARDIS. The console room was reminiscent of the Eighth Doctor's: large, lavish living space, surrounding the comparatively industrial looking control console. Currently, Iris seemed to favor the look of white marble paired with dark wood. "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll pour us some more wine," Iris directed, gesturing to a gathering of a couple of over-stuffed leather chairs and a matching loveseat, arranged around a roaring fireplace that had been cut into the white marble wall. A moment later, Iris appeared beside Fitz, handed him another glass of wine and took a seat in one of the free chairs. She set her own glass of wine down on a mahogany side table - on a coaster - and plopped her purse down in her lap. "Once I find the tickets, I'll show you the wardrobe and tell you where we'll be going," Iris explained, wishing to draw out the surprise she had in-store. She took a sip from her wine glass and then reached back into her bigger-on-the-inside purse to resume her search. She knew they were in there somewhere. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 18:57:42 GMT -5
"Good, I could use another pair of snakeskin boots," he teased, thinking of when he'd first met her, as lounge singer Brenda Soobie. He'd been kitted out pretty well for Las Vegas with a leopardskin suit to go with them, much better than the mundane sort of suits forced on one for everyday London wear.
Fitz stepped on board with a big smile, taking in the new look of the bus. "All aboard, next stop..." he stopped, looking around with a grin. "Swish!" he proclaimed, nodding appreciatively. He walked by the console area and then over to the lounge.
He flopped down on the incredibly comfortable leather seats that Iris pointed out. Immediately he dug in his pocket and retrieved his lighter and pack of smokes, contentedly lighting one up and watching the flickering of the fireplace light against the white marble. This...this was the life. This was how a birthday for an incredibly cool hepcat was supposed to go!
"This is great," he said, offering one up to Iris as she came back with a glass for him. "Ta," he said, taking the glass. "I like the new look, or it's new to me anyway." In retrospect, he realized that he wasn't just complimenting her on the new interior of the bus.
Fitz gave her another eager nod, his enthusiasm building to a crescendo. "I'd be upset you're milking the moment, but I know it's going to be worth it. How you love to make me suffer!" He gave an affected sigh along with puppy dog eyes, watching as she dug around her purse...indeed it seemed that she could fit anything in there. He wondered if it was like the Doc's pockets that way or if it was a purely female thing to dig around in bags for what it was you needed at hand.
"Iris, how've you been since I saw you last time?" Whenever that was..."What mischief have you got up to without the old Fitz?"
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Oct 31, 2013 21:57:53 GMT -5
 "This is great," he said, offering one up to Iris as she came back with a glass for him. "Ta," he said, taking the glass. "I like the new look, or it's new to me anyway." In retrospect, he realized that he wasn't just complimenting her on the new interior of the bus. Fitz's compliment wasn't lost on Iris. She was a big enough flirt that she could recognize a fellow 'master' at work. With a smile, Iris replied, "Why, thank you, Firz - very kind of you to say so," and she tossed in a little wink before taking a seat. "Once I find the tickets, I'll show you the wardrobe and tell you where we'll be going," Iris explained, wishing to draw out the surprise she had in-store. She took a sip from her wine glass and then reached back into her bigger-on-the-inside purse to resume her search. She knew they were in there somewhere. "I'd be upset you're milking the moment, but I know it's going to be worth it. How you love to make me suffer!" He gave an affected sigh along with puppy dog eyes... " Welllll..." she replied, stretching out the word slowly, as if leading up to something, while she fished around for those tickets. "I'm no sadist, you know. I'd much rather provide joy and excitement, than anything else," Iris confessed, still digging around through her purse. She was quite the fum-loving party girl, after all. "Iris, how've you been since I saw you last time?" Whenever that was..."What mischief have you got up to without the old Fitz?" "Oh, loads!" Iris gleefully answered. "Including, but not limited to, proposing to the Doctor in Venice, of all things," she said with a jokingly ominous grimace. " But..." she mysteriously added, "That's a story for another day." She paused a moment, remembering that lovely gondola ride with the Eighth Doctor, in her fifth incarnation - and then, she found them. "Oh! Lookie here!" Iris triumphantly announced, withdrawing a handful of tickets that varied in size and color, and she fanned them out like a hand of cards and held the whole lot out to show Fitz. One pair of tickets was for Woodstock. Another pair were actually vouchers for a table at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. A third pair were vouchers for brunch at the Savoy Hotel in Luxor, Egypt, dated for some time in 1920. "So, I was thinking dinner first, and then the concert with all that lovely classic rock, and then, if you're feeling up to it later, we can bop back to the Savoy for brunch. How's that suit you, Unbirthday Boy?" Iris asked with a grin. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 17:58:56 GMT -5
He gave her a wide grin when she winked at him. "And I'd be nothing if not a kind man to a lovely lady."
Fitz Kreiner, friend to animals and lovely women. Especially those that were treating him to an adventure just for him. He couldn't help it, he liked the attention, reveled in it, devoured it. In the past he'd do anything to get attention, pretend to have a gimpy leg, be someone more important than he actually was, anything. Now he was slightly more aboveboard. But...it still felt nice to be appreciated.
He laughed. "Oh me too, me too. Joy and excitement, all around!"
He was full of anticipation and rapidly becoming more full of this wine. Instead of it making him maudlin in any way as he felt wine was like to do to him, it seemed to be giving him the camaraderie filled buzz of a good pint. Or six. Per glass. And it mixed with cigarettes.
At that he burst out into surprised laughter, nearly choking on his smoke as he had the misfortune to inhale at that very moment. He looked at her incredulously. "A story for another day?! Alright, now you're pulling my leg." He shook his head, chuckling in a good-natured manner.
Keyed up with curiosity, Fitz leaned over to look at the tickets. He could spot a concert ticket from Earth a mile off but to what concert? And as for the rest...his eyes lit up in ecstatic rapture as he looked over her proffered choices. He made an incomprehensible noise accompanied with a giddy spate of laughter that nearly tipped his drink onto his lap.
"Iris, you're a genius," he breathed. "You beautiful, -wonderful- woman. I could -kiss- you right now!"
These were the best presents he'd ever received for his birthday. Even they hadn't even left yet. He was so beside himself with anticipation that he was practically vibrating in his seat. If he'd been a puppy, his tail would surely be wagging him. He'd left Earth before most of the music that had made the sixties popular had even been made, just as the hippie and mod eras were coming into play. Although he'd made every effort to learn all he could about it, and added that he'd experienced time periods that had warped and left him with alternative versions, he'd always wanted to see what he'd missed first-hand. And now it was happening! And bookended with dinner at a place from fabled verse and brunch in Egypt...he recalled his interest in archeological history that had led him to be nearly killed in an avalanche. Well, no avalanches in Egypt. Pyramids and one of the nicest hotels of the time.
"It suits me very well, Iris! It just goes to show how well you know me," he said, radiating boyish happiness. "Thank you! You're the best, course you know it!"
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Nov 11, 2013 0:07:32 GMT -5
"So, I was thinking dinner first, and then the concert with all that lovely classic rock, and then, if you're feeling up to it later, we can bop back to the Savoy for brunch. How's that suit you, Unbirthday Boy?" Iris asked with a grin. "Iris, you're a genius," he breathed. "You beautiful, -wonderful- woman. I could -kiss- you right now!" "Ooh!" Iris squealed, and she flashed a rather lovely, mysterious grin and gave a little giggle. "It suits me very well, Iris! It just goes to show how well you know me," he said, radiating boyish happiness. "Thank you! You're the best, course you know it!" "Well, I know you have excellent taste, Luvie, and I'm always happy to indulge," she replied. "And, you are so very welcome."
Iris then set their tickets down on a nearby mahogany side table and set her purse, closed, down on the floor. As she stood up, she asked, "Now, shall we go dress for dinner?"Iris was already jonesing for a pan-galactic gargle blaster... and she could almost taste it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 22:59:59 GMT -5
"That's us, two people in the universe with excellent taste. And an appetite to match." The wine and prospect of excitement had taken the edge of of his hunger but it was thinking about creeping back into his mind again.
"Ladies first," he said, standing up as well. After he crushed out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe, he turned to follow Iris. He looked around the inside of the bus curiously. "What does one usually wear to go to dinner at the end of the universe, anyway?" Whatever the attire was, he just as curious as who was going to be at a place like a restaurant that was at the end of the universe. Well, for certain the clientele would be improved by their imminent arrival.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Dec 4, 2013 15:58:12 GMT -5
"What does one usually wear to go to dinner at the end of the universe, anyway?" "Oh!" Iris began, giving a shrug of her shoulders, as she led them deeper into her TARDIS. "Folks there wear anything from fuzzy slippers, pajamas and a bathrobe, to an Armani suit - and anything and everything in between." She offered Fitz a wide, bright smile - Iris was getting terribly excited, already. "Met a lovely chap there, once - name'a Arthur. Said the Earth'd been destroyed by Vogans, or some nonsense - bit mad, that one," Iris added with a smile. "Nice, though. Terrible fashion sense, too: he'd actually chosen to wear a towel as a scarf - can you just imagine?" she asked, as if such a thing were so incredibly ludicrous. "Anyway..." Iris rambled on as they neared the TARDIS' wardrobe. "This place is magnificant! It was created by some go-getter, entrepreneurial Time Lord, literally at the edge of the Universe. The whole place is enclosed in a glass-like dome, from which we'll be able to actually witness the End of the Universe - and then, the Time Turbines drag the whole place back to watch it happen all over again, ad nauseum. It's really quite marvelous - 'cept if you work there, I suppose. One might get tired of seeing the End of the Universe over, and over, and over..."And then, she stopped walking in front of a rather impressive set of dark, aged wooden doors. Flashing a mercurial smirk at Fitz, Iris leaned forward, grabbed the double doors by their handles and grandiosely pulled them open. Inside was an impeccibly clean, shiny, white room. The floor and the walls - and even the ceiling - looked to have been carved from white marble. At the far end was a series of mirrors, arranged in a similar fashion to what one might find in the dressing rooms of very posh department stores, where one could admire themselves in their chosen attire. And all along the adjoining walls were racks, and racks, and racks of various clothes. |
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