Can someone please help me make sense of what's going on? I wanted to drop Navare and Amris in, but then my Internet derped and the RP kinda... ballooned. Help?

"But, Ginger," Alloy is saying, "you are not old enough!"

Ginger laughs. "And *I'm* the Hermione replacement? 'Sides, I'm old enough for a witch!"

"You are?" Alloy asks. She looks around. "Oh, my. We seem to be in a bar."

"Nice observation," Ginger says dryly. "Oh, hey! That girl over with all those people might have strawberries for hair, but she's pretty cute!"

"Ginger!" Alloy blushes -- she is, after all, from an anime continuumn -- and lightly smacks Ginger's shoulder. "Do not be rude!"

"It's not like I'm going up to her and saying 'Hi, I think you're cute!' She's already surrounded by people, anyway."

"That is no reason to be rude, Ginger."

Ginger shrugs. "Fine. Be all proper if you want. I'm gonna go introduce myself." She walks up to Rina's table and eyes the crowd. "Seems like half the bar is here." Eventually, she finds an opening. "Hey!" she shouts over the noise of the bar. "My name's Ginger! Who're you?"

Alloy starts towards the table herself, fearing what sort of trouble her more social partner might get into.

((Sorry about the post on the non-RP post. I misunderstood things. >_

"But, Ginger," Alloy is saying, "you are not old enough!"

Ginger laughs. "And *I'm* the Hermione replacement? 'Sides, I'm old enough for a witch!"

"You are?" Alloy asks. She looks around. "Oh, my. We seem to be in a bar."

"Nice observation," Ginger says dryly. "Oh, hey! That girl might have strawberries for hair, but she's pretty cute!"

"Ginger!" Alloy blushes -- she is, after all, from an anime continuumn -- and lightly smacks Ginger's shoulder. "Do not be rude!"

"It's not like I'm going up to her and saying 'Hi, I think you're cute!' I'm not what's-her-name I keep hearing about!"

Ginger, walking absentmindedly towards the subject of her conversation, nearly runs into her. "Oops. Sorry." She grins. "Name's Ginger. Who're you?"

The Department of Fictional Psychology staff have a little whip-around to assemble the following gift basket:

- A selection of the finest teas, because tea is a cure-all, it's canon.
- A bottle of reannual wine. (Make sure to drink after you experience the hangover to avoid a paradox.)
- A large mason jar of Generic Fantasy Ale.
- A PADD full of soothing music from across the Federation.
- An assortment of the finest French chocolates.
- An industrial-sized jar of Bleeprin. (For Zeb.)
- One bottle each of Pink Stuff and Purple Stuff. (For Rina; use wisely, you don't want to know how they got the Purple Stuff.)
- Several pieces of fruit. Because there are always several pieces of fruit. May or may not be wax.

It is delivered to RC 3-Apple-14 by a very large green orc and a Wrath Cadet. The latter apologizes for any teeth marks that may have been left in the orange by the former.

Enjoy!

~Neshomeh

Are there enough Time-Lords at Rudi’s to justify some wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff dragging Androia in from the future? She is a druid and may like to talk about nudistic druids and protecting forests. But I’m at the office and have work to do.

BTW:
It might be worth looking into, counterspells for that kind of thing.
I don’t think that this comma should be there.

...but when Fitzgerald was running his scans, he said I’m now physically sixteen...
I’m confused. Isn’t Rina supposed to be eighteen?

((Don’t look at the other board don’t look at the other board don’t look at the other board...))

HG, quitting.

I'll be jumping in, if you don't mind.