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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Sept 28, 2014 19:32:33 GMT -5
 Oh, dear... Fitz was quite drunk, already, and it was only their first of three stops on his Unbirthday Tour. But, he was such a darling drunk! Regardless, if they were going to make it through all this with Fitz in one piece (and not in the hospital getting his stomach pumped), Iris was going to have to help pace him. Either that, or else she could offer to let him take a nap before they moved on to stop number two. It would probably be far easier to let him sleep it off, and besides, she was a time traveler! If he had to be back home at a certain time, that wouldn't be a problem. They could take a few days -- maybe a whole week, even -- and no one else would ever be the wiser. "Oh, but, Fitz darling," Iris replied. "You're the birthday boy -- the fork's all yours!" "As for the singing, you bloody better believe I'll be singing along with you and everyone else -- I'll probably be singing the loudest," she quipped with a goofy little smirk on her face. "Might not be pretty, but it'll be full of enthusiasm," she vowed. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2014 22:22:06 GMT -5
"I'd offer you....the...spoon. But, you see...it ran away with the dish," he said in a solemn tone that soon broke out into giggling. Fitz was beginning to think he might just be a wee bit tipsy. Just slightly. Dinner would help. Dinner and cake. He looked outside again, goggling at the vast sweeping -stuff- of it all before it gave him enough vertigo to making him feel like he somersaulted without moving. It was also getting rather warm. Or at least he was.
"It would too. Be pretty. I think! Because -you- are beautiful. So you better sing. Cuz they say if you can't sing good, sing loud!" He leaned back in his seat. "Can't have a lonely cake, Iris. It must be sung to. Before being eaten. Earth tradition!" He sat up again, leaning closer in a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh! When they ask you...us...when they ask how many candles. Say, enough. Enough to drink legally and some extra for...wisdom. And maturity."
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Oct 25, 2014 18:20:39 GMT -5
 "It would too. Be pretty. I think! Because -you- are beautiful. So you better sing. Cuz they say if you can't sing good, sing loud!""Mmm... What a flatterer you are, Fitzy," Iris noted, enjoying the compliments. Fitz's kindness did not go unnoticed or unappreciated -- in fact, he was far, far more kind to her than Panda ever was... She could get used to it. Easily. Because, let's be honest: who didn't like being treated like a princess? He leaned back in his seat. "Can't have a lonely cake, Iris. It must be sung to. Before being eaten. Earth tradition!""Your cake will never be lonely, dear Fitzy! For, it shall indeed be sung to," Iris assured him with aplomb. "We can even sing to it after it's been eaten," she added, for good measure. "Yeah..." she went on, trailing off a bit dreamily at the thought of cake. And then, Fitz moved, sitting up in his chair a bit suddenly, causing Iris to snap out of her cake-reverie. He sat up again, leaning closer in a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh! When they ask you...us...when they ask how many candles. Say, enough. Enough to drink legally and some extra for...wisdom. And maturity.""Got it," Iris replied, whispering back. "Enough candles to show wisdom and maturity -- to show you're old enough, while leaving the sordid details a mystery," and she gave Fitz a sort of 'insider' wink. "Oh! Would you like one of those little firework-stick-thingers? Err... What are they called again? Oh, yes -- a sparkler! Would you like a sparkler stuck smack-dab in the middle of your cake, along with the candles? It'd be so festive!" |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 18:48:23 GMT -5
"What. Can I say? This wine. It's a truth...potion. Used to make me maudlin, did wine but not this stuff. I just feel, really...happy. To be here. With you!" He beamed.
It was nice to let go and have a good time, not have to particularly worry for a moment. It took years off of his face. Really happy and quite drunk. He decided to stick to water for a while. Iris seemed as keen as he to make this a good day. The best one. Even singing with him. Spoiled.
"Can we do that?" He nodded. "Let's do that." He looked around to see if their waiter was anywhere nearby, or indeed if the food was coming. He was excited for dessert now. But he didn't want to ruin the meal by jumping through it, not when it was bound to be great food. Fitz never could say no to good food. And great food, well, that was worth waiting.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Nov 30, 2014 23:57:32 GMT -5
 "Not t' worry, Fitzy," Iris assured her lovely and inebriated companion. "I'll handle th' arrangements."Their waiter returned then, expertly balancing a circular tray heavily laden with their meals. "The Thuhkrada legs," he said, setting down a lovely looking platter before Fitz. "And, the Luhvian quail in truffle sauce, with roasted chadre'kab," and he sat down another lavish dish in front of Iris. Clasping his hands together, the waiter asked if there was anything else he could get for them. "Oh, yes, Dearie," Iris said, beckoning the waiter to come closer so she could covertly convey their birthday requirements. "An', don't forget th' sparkler!" Iris hurriedly reminded the man as the waiter graciously took his leave. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 23:10:33 GMT -5
"Good...good..." He took a deep breath, nodding. It was good that he had stopped drinking for now to get the rest to catch up to him. The trick, as always was not to get so drunk that he'd be sick. He was quite glad to see dinner when it arrived though. It looked good, it smelled better.
He looked down at the plate, then over at Iris's, eyes widening as they were dispensed with
a professional aire. It was -pretty- almost, the food, like some kind of art work. And there was a good amount of it, as well. Not a fussy tiny amount, but it sat nicely on his plate. He knew it was going to sit nicely in his stomach as well. His mouth watered. He was suddenly incredibly hungry again.
As Iris got the waiter's attention again, he pretended to not hear them. He was trying to wait for her to be done talking to eat. But he picked up his fork, flipped it over...there was a slightly clumsy muffled sound as it hit his napkin. Then, noticing it for the first time and some vestigially acquired manners sprung to mind, he pulled the napkin over his lap, sloppily. Once Iris had dispensed her request on his behalf, he waited until the waiter left again, her words about the sparkler trailing after him. He laughed, looking at Iris, grinning. "Bon appétit!" he said, calling upon his limited knowledge of French.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Jul 16, 2015 19:51:55 GMT -5
He laughed, looking at Iris, grinning. "Bon appétit!" he said, calling upon his limited knowledge of French. "Mmm!" Iris amiably intoned with a laughing grin still spreading across her face. "Oh, yes!" she went on, echoing Fitz's sentiment. "Sláinte!" she toasted the start of their meal, lifting her glass towards her companion before taking a long drink. "Oh, it smells divine!" Iris raved as she began to dig in. After a couple of bites, the Time Lady thought to ask, "So! Which band are you most looking forward to seeing at Woodstock?" Before Fitz could really get much of an answer out of his mouth, Iris barged on, saying, "I'm terribly looking forward to seeing the Grateful Dead, myself." Now, it might be interesting to note that the Grateful Dead's set got cut short when the stage amps overloaded during their song, 'Turn On Your Love Light'. Iris wasn't really aware of that, though. And, truth be told, that might just be the 'cover story' that the people in charge of the 3-day event dreamed up to explain things. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 20:13:42 GMT -5
Fitz ate for a few minutes before pointing at his plate with his fork and declaring, "This is good. You should try some!"
Then as she asked him which band he wanted to see most, he looked upwards and to the right, sorting through his drunken brain for the Woodstock playlist. His demeanor brightened again as names popped into his mind, arising like fizzy bubbles of too much wine. "Joan Baez, she's fantastic...and oh, then there's Mountain. And course, yeah the Grateful Dead...Janis Joplin! The Who, Jefferson Airplane...but I think out of all of them but Janis and the Who...it's got t'be Jimi Hendrix, doesn't it?" He gestured with one hand. "Can you imagine it, though, the master guitarist himself. "But I'm well down to hear the Grateful Dead too, it will be totally groovy baby." He winked.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Sept 5, 2015 16:34:05 GMT -5
 Iris laughed. "Yes, I daresay it will be," she said, quite good-naturedly. "And, we'll want to be sure to fill up on birthday cake, to soak up, you know, all of the alcohol and stuff that we're bound to encounter -- not to mention what we've already imbibed," she sagely advised, even though it was ridiculous advice. Birthday cake was no better at absorbing such impurities than anything else, really -- like a big, greasy meal at an all-nite diner, or a big plate full of starchy carbohydrates... or even the exotic meals that they were both enjoying. But, birthday cake was delicious, and Iris was looking forward to having a piece or two before they settled their tab and went off to Woodstock. And you know, it was was rather fun to give the celebratory dessert an air of importance, over and beyond the norm. Or, maybe that was just all of the wine she'd had, making her think such nonsensical things... "Now, I did mention that the Woodstock tickets include backstage passes, right?" Iris slyly mentioned, showing off and knowing full well that she'd not said a peep about that little detail -- unless she had and had since forgotten. Details... "I mean, unless you'd rather deal with the press of the rather large, unwashed crowd and watch the show from afar..." She shrugged casually and took another bite of her meal, trying to hide a playful grin by chewing her food. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 11:12:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, plus I hate wasting food. Can't take it with you, they say but then they never had a stomach like mine," he teased. His fork wavered as he used it to punctuate his points, then cut a big piece of cake off and held it out to her. "Train coming to the space station! ZOOM!"
He paused suddenly and sat there with the stillness of a kid who had been told 'red light.' Then a huge grin spread over his face. "Are you serious! Of course you're serious! Backstage! We're going to meet the band!" He stood up and announced to the whole restaurant, "WE'RE GOING TO MEET THE BANDS!" with his arms stretched up towards the ceiling. He was deliriously oblivious to the stares he was getting and the cross looks. What brought him back to orbit was that the lump of cake he'd picked up in the meatime had fallen off of his fork and onto the table in front of Iris. Giddy, he sat down and make an excited gesture with his hands and then reached out and stuffed the cake that was on the table into his mouth.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Nov 29, 2015 16:21:17 GMT -5
His fork wavered as he used it to punctuate his points, then cut a big piece of cake off and held it out to her. "Train coming to the space station! ZOOM!" Iris exploded with drunk giggles and clumsily waved the fork away, Fitz didn't even seem to notice -- not even when the piece of cake fell onto the table with a nice ' plop!'. To be fair, though, Iris didn't really notice, either. He paused suddenly and sat there with the stillness of a kid who had been told 'red light.' Then a huge grin spread over his face. "Are you serious! Of course you're serious! Backstage! We're going to meet the band!" He stood up and announced to the whole restaurant, "WE'RE GOING TO MEET THE BANDS!" Yup, Fitz was ecstatic! It had worked! Well done, Iris! "Yes, we're going to meet the bands," she magnanimously agreed, and she reached over and wiped a glob of frosting off of Fitz's face. "Though, if you keep eating like that, I'll have to hose you down, first," Iris teased. "Maybe I should have the garçon bring you a bib?" She raised an eyebrow and then flashed him a wink to let him know that she was just messing with him. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 20:01:57 GMT -5
He looked a bit sheepish but not embarrassed, picking up his napkin, dropping it and then pretending to have meant to do that with a little flourish that almost took out his wine glass. "Sorry, sorry I'm just excited. Proper excited. I don't need a bib, that's what shirts are for." He grinned at the comment about being hosed down. "Well, if it's going to be that kind of party...actually, didn't it rain at Woodstock? I guess it won't matter...because we're meeting the bands!" he repeated. "Right, we'll skip out right after the big bang big show, what do you say...or is it the beginning, I read the menu and it's one of those kinds of things, isn't it?"
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Dec 18, 2015 23:31:17 GMT -5
"Darling, with me, it's always that kind of party," Iris said with a rather sizable smirk. She winked, then, and she agreed, "Yes, we're going to meet the bands, and it's going to be awesome -- but first, the show. No dinner's complete without a proper show, you know." Well, no dinner at Milliways, that is. It was kind of their Thing.
"And, I think you mean 'Gnab Gib', Luvie," Iris gently corrected her companion. "The Big Bang's the beginning, but we're at the End of the Universe, so... it's kind of a Big Bang in reverse. Or, in other words, a Gnab Gib -- you see?"
Well, if he didn't, he would -- the show was about to start.
"Of course, if you're really good, maybe we can stop by the Big Bang Burger Bar before this excursion's over," Iris suggested.
The lights in the dining room dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated a flashily dressed man, a la early David Bowie, with a marvelous head full of bright lilac-hued hair and a face full of futuristic looking makeup. He introduced himself as their MC for the evening, explained what they were all about to witness (and how they were able to pull such a feat off, over and over again), and the he promised that the sweets cart would come 'round after the Gnab Gib had finished.
And then, in a few hours, they'd do it all over again with a fresh set of diners to 'ooh' and 'ahh' over The End of All That Is.
Well, they'd already had cake, so they could skip the sweets cart, no problem.
"Anyway, yeah -- as soon as it's over, back to the bus," Iris agreed, just as the nearest star cluster blew out of existence.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2015 23:29:17 GMT -5
He smiled. "Usually, I'm the one providing the entertainment...let's see if I can be as good an audience member and fan as I can be on the stage."
"Oh, hey that's clever. Like an inverse pun. A nup." He gave a sudden spurt of laughter. "A nup on Big Bang is Gnab Gib."
"I'll be very good, cross my heart," he said, doing so. "And if not, I'll be good at it." He quieted as the lights dimmed, and the show...the end of the universe, began. The irony was not lost on Fitz, even though he was well drunk. It might have been a morbid or saddening affair if he didn't time travel, if he didn't have the festive atmosphere or Iris or the knowledge that in a swoop the whole thing could reset. Strange that it could become a novelty, but with enough wine and not enough time to think too hard on it he could give his attention to the glowing stars flickering out, blowing up, turning into black holes without his usual slip into existentialism. Perhaps later it might hit him, but there -was- something unusual, beautiful about it, fireworks in reverse.
"You got it," he agreed. As he saw the mass of stars turn madly bright he pointed, "Did you see that, I'm not sure what colour that was...all of them..." He gave a laugh. "Right, right...I'm sober enough now. Just right you know, that food did the trick." He gave a wink to Iris.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on May 2, 2016 16:38:43 GMT -5
"I'll be very good, cross my heart," he said, doing so. "And if not, I'll be good at it."
Iris grinned and proudly replied, "That's my guy!" For, that statement was one of Iris' personal mantras. That, and 'don't get caught'.
And then, it was over.
"Did you see that, I'm not sure what colour that was... all of them..." He gave a laugh. "Right, right... I'm sober enough now. Just right you know, that food did the trick." He gave a wink to Iris.
"Well, in your defense, there were some colors there that aren't in your planet's visible spectrum," Iris pointed out. "So, you see, it's not your fault." And with that said, Iris grabbed her purse, laid some alien currency down on the table to take care of the bill and then stood up.
"Let's not keep Woodstock waiting any longer, shall we?" she said with a wink and a wide smile.
"I'll plug in the coordinates, and then it's straight off to the Wardrobe for the both of us," she decided on their way back to the bus, as the most well-known hippie-music-fest of the 20th century would require something more... 'natural' and far less formal. Tattered jeans or jean-shorts and a rock band t-shirt, or a flowing hippie-style dress (not for Fitz, mind) would be ideal.
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