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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 15, 2011 9:44:38 GMT -5
Tyler grinned. "That would be great.......I haven't had ice cream in a while....and since we're all from the same town....or lived in it.....it'd be wonderful. I''m sorry, though....I can't seem to remember meeting any of you. Were we in the same class in school?"
Tyler hated to forget people that he'd met, and these people seemed kind to him. Well, except for Hezekiah. That one was a bit rude...earlier. Maybe he would be nicer now. A person could only hope.
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Post by Kenneth Cross on Jan 16, 2011 15:58:58 GMT -5
"... No, I'm a lot younger than you," Zero commented, he didn't say by how much he just said that he was a lot younger than him.
He reached out to the general a second.
"Sorry, I've forgotten what Time I'm in, I was at a party last night and I'm rather hung over, have humans invented pilchard and salmon flavoured ice cream yet?" He asked, that was pretty much the only ice cream he liked, well that and "Salt and Vinegar crisp flavour" but that didn't come into existence until the year 84501 and everyone would remember that because the Threll invasion force landed a week later after it hit the market.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 16, 2011 16:13:56 GMT -5
Tyler glanced at Zero and frowned. "You don't look that much younger than me....but then....I guess a few years and we would have missed each other in school......how old are you?"
"So....do you know of a good ice cream shop?" He looked to the others, hoping that they had a store in mind.
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Post by The First Doctor on Jan 22, 2011 1:23:45 GMT -5
Two blocks away, at Mr. Moo's...Now this, the Meddler decided, this in and of itself justifies the decades I spent pruning and tweaking this world's timeline. He peered through the sneeze guards, weighing his options. "All right," he said to the server, "Let me have a waffle cone. One scoop goosebury & elderflower, one scoop moovelous mango, and one scoop raspberry razzle." He leaned on his cane, watching the server dish up his ice cream. It was good to watch a craftsman at his trade. The server deposited the scoop of raspberry razzle on the cone with a flourish and asked "Will that be all?" "Yes, I think... no, wait!" He was seized by a marvelous thought. "Do you have those candy sprinkles?" "Yes, sir, we do." "Put them on the ice cream, then. The colored ones, mind. Not the brown ones. They look like grablikov droppings." If the server wondered what a grablikov was, he didn't show it. The sprinkles were placed with the same flair as the ice cream, and the Meddler took the waffle cone with the air of a knight being awarded a favor from his lady fair. "That'll be four pounds fifty." "What? Oh, yes." He dug in his pocket - and a careful observer would have noticed that the pocket was flatter and deeper than it should have been as he did so - and pulled out several coins. "Let's see... early 21st century... post-decimelization.... ah! Here we go!" He handed the coins over and retired to a table on the sidewalk. Sometimes, he thought as he licked the cone, sometimes you just have to stop and enjoy the finer things in life.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 26, 2011 17:23:14 GMT -5
Since no one had given Tyler an answer, he began to look around at the stores that were in his line of sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a sign that read "Mr. Moo's," but this wasn't on a building. Rather, it was a sign advertising the place with an arrow pointing off to the right. A second glance told him that it was a likely place to buy ice cream. The sign had pictures of ice cream cones on either side of the red words.
Grinning, Tyler announced, "Well, looks like I just might have found us an ice cream store.....you can follow me inside. I'm getting myself some ice cream from this place, whether or not you will."
His decision made, Tyler walked purposefully in the direction that the arrow was pointing in.
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