Micaela
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Post by Micaela on May 21, 2011 1:36:09 GMT -5
((Move to housing board when someone gets the chance? c: ))
Micaela chatted as she unlocked the door to the courtyard. The landlady didn't allow cars to park in there anymore, so most of it had been converted to a garden. There was of course the cobblestone driveway that led to the garage, but now thankfully Micaela could read out there without worrying someone might park on her blanket. She helped to tend to the plants when she could, and had planted a rosebush in the far corner.
A few flights of stairs, "And here we are!"
Micaela burst in the room after unlocking the door, leaning back to grab Rachel's other bag. The smell of roasting chicken wafted through the entire place--a two-bedroom affair on the third floor of an older building. The bedroom windows overlooked the street, and the main room was a combination living room/dining room/kitchen that was well-decorated if a bit dependent on IKEA furniture. She couldn't help being a struggling grad student. Some of the pieces were nicer, having come from the apartment building's attic, and Micaela hoped she'd created a sort of Monica-from-Friends feel, with less nitpicky cleanliness.
"So? What do you think? Your room is the one on the left, and the library is just through that door and up the stairs; I can show you that later..."
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on May 21, 2011 1:50:09 GMT -5
"Holy crap, dude," she said as she walked around. "Two bedrooms and a library... AND a courtyard. You are DEFINITELY not the typical broke-as-hell grad student! Check you OUT!"
Rach quickly peaked into her bedroom then poked her head into the library before coming right back.
"Oh, by the way, I've got a little something for you."
She went into her larger bag and pulled out something sizable, round and wrapped in brown paper with a piece of string holding it together.
"I know you like to cook and it was either this or a dumb little Colosseo figurine," she said as she handed it to her.
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Micaela
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Post by Micaela on May 21, 2011 1:55:47 GMT -5
"Again, the landlady likes me and the library is my former studio," Micaela laughed. "I'm the luckiest broke-as-hell grad student in the whole world. I think I remind her of her daughter, or something."
Her eyes lit up when she saw the cheese. "PARMIGIANO," she cried when she smelled it. She did not even have to open the package, and she danced around clutching the cheese before leaning over to half-hug Rachel with the cheese between them. "It's perfect! Nobody does parmesan right, and I can't get it shipped--" She beamed again. "Thank you! I'll invite the cute Italian guy from work over just so I can make dinner for him," she teased.
"Now go settle in! Dinner should be ready and plated in 45 minutes or so, so if you want to shower go ahead and I'll uncork the wine... red or white for you?"
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on May 21, 2011 2:07:50 GMT -5
"I'm glad you like it!"
She thought for a moment. "I'm feeling white for a change."
Rachel sighed and picked up her bags.
"Alrighty, I'll take a quick one and be right out. Thanks!"
She tossed her stuff down, took a nice hot shower (even though it was warm out; she just couldn't lukewarm ones) and changed into a pair of khaki linen beach trousers and a loose white top: something more lounge-y than travel-y.
"That smells great," she said as she walked out brushing her hair.
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Micaela
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Post by Micaela on May 21, 2011 2:12:45 GMT -5
"Thanks! Madame Girard actually taught me how; something about matching the region of the wine to the region of the chicken." Micaela had pulled up her hair and was spooning sauce over the plates. "I ran and picked up the bread from across the street; sometimes I make my own but living in Paris, who even needs to?"
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on May 21, 2011 2:19:14 GMT -5
Rachel laughed.
"Seriously! City of carbs. I don't understand how they managed to stay even in reasonably in shape. It's crazy."
After brushing her hair, she pulled it into a bun and stuck a pencil through it to keep it in place before sitting down.
"So... guess who has an audition at the Garnier?" she said in a sing-songy voice.
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Micaela
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Post by Micaela on May 21, 2011 2:20:44 GMT -5
"What? When! Oh, this is too perfect--"
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Post by Eleven on May 21, 2011 2:22:50 GMT -5
VWOORP VWOORP VWOORP
The Doctor pushed open the blue door and glanced about, satisfied
"Ah. Paris. 1889. The year of the Eiffel tower, the world fair and--" His voice trailed off. "I really need to stop talking to myself like that."
Suddenly his gaze sharpened, and he pulled out his screwdriver and ran a quick scan. "I'm beginning to think this isn't Kansas...or 1889, or 1989. Or any real, proper '89." The Doctor checked his screwdriver and glanced around again--his gaze jerking back and staring at the apartment building.
"Oh no, what--oh no, Micaela! Micaela!" The Doctor sprinted into the aparment building, sonicking the door open, and clattered up the stairs. Not stopping till he reached a particular door, which he hammered on furiously before pulling out his sonic again. "Micaela! Micaela--c'mon, Micaela!"
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on May 21, 2011 2:24:57 GMT -5
"What the f--?"
Instinctively and rather comically, Rach stood up and pulled the pencil out of her hair.
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Micaela
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Post by Micaela on May 21, 2011 2:25:35 GMT -5
Micaela knew that noise. Mid-sentence, she ran to the window to see if it really was--
Except footsteps ran up the stairs past her door, up to the lib--
"One sec, Rach..."
But that had been her apartment when he'd come! In college, when she had lived in the studio above her new flat. This was now her front door, so to speak, and they didn't use the door to the studio. To go between them there was a long-disused staff staircase from when the building had been built (in some era when there actually had been staff). She opened the door and called up the stairs.
"I'm down here! That's the library now!" She was grinning like a loon.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on May 21, 2011 2:28:12 GMT -5
Rach had no idea what the heck was going on but... having a knife at ready never hurt anyone, she figured. By the time Micaela called out up stairs, she had moved towards the block of knives and had picked up the scary looking cleaver.
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Eleven
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Post by Eleven on May 21, 2011 2:28:42 GMT -5
"What! Micaela, thank goodness!" His head snapped round and he clambered down the steps toward her. "Thank God you're alright," he laid a hand on her shoulder and heaved a deep sigh, "or are you?" He jerked up right and pulled back, aiming the shrilling sonic at her.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on May 21, 2011 2:29:49 GMT -5
"OI!" she screamed at the sight of the shiny metal thingy that could've been a weapon for all she knew.
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Post by Eleven on May 21, 2011 2:31:49 GMT -5
"Well, Micaela, I think you're alright, " The Doctor checked the screwdriver as one would a thermometer, "and, so is your--noisy friend." He peered over her shoulder.
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Micaela
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Post by Micaela on May 21, 2011 2:32:18 GMT -5
Micaela had been laughing in delight at seeing his face again, then began to freak out a little as she became aware of both his demeanor and Rachel's.
"Doctor, I'm fine!" She exclaimed it just as he pronounced it to be true, then turned to Rachel. "And Rachel, it's alright I know him... now what's going on?" As she asked, she moved so she was back in the center of his line of sight. Introductions were less pressing than possible meltdowns of time, or something. She had a feeling that if he was worried, she should probably be concerned. "We were about to eat dinner when I heard you..."
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