Guy's Night Out (Open)

[The First Doctor]

Die Königlichen Hirschgarten
München
Bundesrepublik Deutschland
2011

He hadn't really been able to decide, so he decided not to. This explained why there were seven pint mugs in front of him at this very moment - one for each of the classes of lager the biergarten offered. The waitress had given him a peculiar look - partly because of his archaically-accented German, and partly because of he'd ordered seven pints of beer at one shot - but his Euros were good and he'd let her know that he was the first of a group.

Of course, the Meddler thought, they can order their own.

And so he sat, wearing his new grey Prince Albert-cut suit, his new ivory cane balancing on its gold heel, sampling each pint in turn and making mental notes about which was better.

(OOC: Bit of a comedy thread. Drinking. Talking about women. More drinking. General absurdity.

The ladies are invited as well, despite the name.)

[The Second Doctor]

Alec strolled in, much more casually dressed than the Meddler. At his left hand he clutched his fellow Timelord's old cane, which he had found to be quite a novelty. He sat down across from Robin, placing the cane slanted under the table where it, for reasons he had only recently discovered, it was perfectly balanced.
"How are you?" he said, mostly out of habit.

He took a swig of the nearest pint of beer.
"Wember wants to know if Tonks and the rest are doing okay without him."

Sitting back, the Dark Lord took a smaller sip.
"Thank you," he began, "For not bringing Sisilaya along."

He looked more healthy, maybe because he had the brownie to keep him on that diet he had always wanted to try. So how was he celebrating that? Beer and Germany of course. No better way.

[The First Doctor]

"How are you?" he heard Alec ask.

The Meddler swallowed his mouthful of bock, and gestured for the other Time Lord to take a seat. "Good. All things considered." He eyed Alec thoughtfully. "You're looking better. Most of the scarring has faded, and your voice is almost back to normal. You look fitter, too."

He took a swig of the nearest pint of beer. "Wember wants to know if Tonks and the rest are doing okay without him."

The Meddler considered his answer carefully. "The diplomatic answer would be to say that he is missed terribly, and that we hope is doing well in his new post." He smiled. "The actual answer is that Tonks asked me to express his fondest hopes that you have - and I quote here - 'Pitched that disreputable disgrace face first into a disposal shaft'." A pause. "Apparently, they didn't get along very well."

He set the bock down and sampled the schwarzbier. "So feel free to give him the diplomatic answer. I think we've had enough conflict recently."

Sitting back, the Dark Lord took a smaller sip. "Thank you," he began, "For not bringing Sisilaya along."

"Speaking of conflict..." he laughed. "What is it with you two, anyway? I mean, I'll admit to a little bias where the Dreamweaver is concerned, but... wow. Do you two just smell Xandavier on each other, or what?"

[Alec Harrison]

Alec chuckled.
"Wember has interesting ways of expressing his opinions for others- I was aware of the brownies' mutual dislike for each other."

Without warning he grabbed another pint of beer. It didn't seem like a whole lot of people were coming.

He knew he shouldn't have brought up Sisilaya. He lifted two fingers, almost like a peace sign, just backwards.
"I've lost two families, I don't need an ever-present reminder of that. Especially not one that's fond of me."

A sigh.
"I was going to return your cane to you, but it seems as though you've replaced it. I'll just hang on to it for you."

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

Without any warning a cloaked woman sat down across the table from the two. Her body average, perhaps 5'6" but slightly more heavily set. Feminine one would say. Her body cloaked in a velvet cloak, the fabric rich looking, perhaps a bit too rich. No human made velvet looked like that.

"Meddler, Dark Lord." A soft voice said as she nodded to the both of them under the hood, her voice bordering melodious.

The woman pushed the hood back of her cloak, far enough to show her face, but to hide her long curled red hair and pointed ears. Hair that almost looked identical to that of the Dreamweaver, actually, this woman looked uncannily like the Dreamweaver, save for the mismatched eyes staring at them, one a vivid green and the other a honey coloured hazel. She was more filled out then the other woman was, less threatening in a hostile way. It had taken place for an air of authority the Dreamweaver didn't have. Not to mention the power well contained by a glamour. The woman was beautiful, there was very little to deny about that.

This was the crown princess of the Asgardian Kingdom, one of the Sidhe Kingdoms. Daena Dé Danann. A direct descendant of Dagda, the father of all Sidhe, revered to as a god by his own people.

"I've heard you've worked yourself into a pickle, my dearest Puck. Murder this time I heard?" She said softly, kindly, her mismatched eyes twinkling with well contained mischief. It was clear she didn't believe any of the accusations.

"But I do not come for such trifles now, Robin Goodfellow, I've come with a warning. The Pipe has started playing last night.. and I fear for the worst. We both know what that means."

The was only one pipe in the Sidhe world that was referred to as 'The Pipe', which was last used as the Pied Pipers flute. The human version of the tale had been heavily modified by the Sidhe to keep suspicion down since it was impossible for even them to hide the disappearing for 130 children, but in the Asgardian Kingdom the Pipe had been kept under full intensive protection for it's full decennial years now. The flute was believed to be linked to an ancient entity which had been around since the beginning of Time, an Unseelie, some said to be Sire of the Unseelie King himself.

The last time the pipe had started playing a man had come from the depth, long golden hair and a bright red painted scar over one golden eye, the eye of an owl. It had taken the Pipe, played it like only it's master could and none of the Sidhe had been able to stop it as it passed the veil to the human world. The small town of Hameln, Germany had been the entity's target back then. He had come to release the town of it's rat problem, rats he had commanded there in the first place. After the humans had denied him his deliberately high boon, the real reason the entity had come for had been put into motion.

The towns children. Every single one of them.

That same night, the children had been taken from their homes and lead through a portal in the mountain, which lead to the Unseelie Realm. There they had perished at his hands and from their bones the new pipe had been made, an item of power that could not be destroyed by any known Sidhe or Time Lord technology, they had tried for thousands of years without success. Once it would start calling again after a thousand years and found it's new host, there was very little that could be done to stop the sacrifices until the next pipe was made from new children's bones, it's power in it's innocence, ready to survive for another thousand years. Why it did this none of the Sidhe was able to find out, some whispered it kept renewing itself till it's true Master would return, in which the whole human race would be targeted and the Sidhe would roam the world without the veil holding them back. They would become the primary race again. Hence to this the pipe was feared by some, but revered by others.

"A new host will appear again for the pipe and history will repeat itself again till the new pipe is made. We're afraid more then just a village of children will perish this time, it's been singing louder then ever before." She said softly, her pupils small. Even though the woman eyed strong, she was young, only 500 years old. It was the first time she dealt with the Pipe and like any young Fae, she was frightened by it's power.

She looked back straight at the Meddler.

"..You are the only Time Lord left that knows of the powers of the Pipe, Meddler. Even though my people will deny it, I'm convinced we're going to need your expertise to do as much damage control as we can. We had to modify the mind of hundred's of adults after what happened in 1284 in Hameln."

She was wringing her hands under the table.

"Yes, I used a sound barrier. No one can hear us."

[The First Doctor]

He knew he shouldn't have brought up Sisilaya. He lifted two fingers, almost like a peace sign, just backwards. "I've lost two families, I don't need an ever-present reminder of that. Especially not one that's fond of me."

The Meddler shrugged, and drained a mug at random. "Well, you're family now, Alec. Pretty much a... oh, what's the local kinship expression..?" He thought hard for a moment. "Brother once removed? Brother in law? Brother by association?" A shrug. "Something like that."

He put the mug down with a click, selected another, and laughed. "We never really had to deal with terms like that, back home."

A sigh. "I was going to return your cane to you, but it seems as though you've replaced it. I'll just hang on to it for you."

"Sure," he agreed, waving his hand. "I made it on a whim, mostly because I've felt a terrible need for props in this incarnation. You're welcome to it, on one condition. What were you going to do with it, when you took it?"

And then, a woman sat at their table. At first, the Meddler thought that the Dreamweaver had joined them, until he got a better look. No, that wasn't her. There was a close - possibly familial - resemblance, though.

Assuming that the glamour could be trusted, that is.

"Meddler, Dark Lord." The voice was different, too. Higher, with a Scandinavian accent.

"Yes," he agreed, guardedly, eyes flicking left and right. Matters with the Courts should be resolved by now, but the Sidhe seemed to be trying to pull him back into their political games.

"I've heard you've worked yourself into a pickle, my dearest Puck. Murder this time I heard?" She said softly, kindly, her mismatched eyes twinkling with well contained mischief. It was clear she didn't believe any of the accusations.

A shrug. "I've cleared myself of those charges by now, more or less. More, because I'm no longer officially wanted for murder and regicide. Less, because some among the courts are disinclined to accept that." He smiled as he said it, acknowledging her good humor with the statement.

"But I do not come for such trifles now, Robin Goodfellow, I've come with a warning. The Pipe has started playing last night.. and I fear for the worst. We both know what that means."

He managed not to choke on his beer, but only because of the Gallifreyan respiratory bypass system (it's not just for choking! Or kissing!). "That's... that's not good."

"A new host will appear again for the pipe and history will repeat itself again till the new pipe is made. We're afraid more then just a village of children will perish this time, it's been singing louder then ever before." She said softly, her pupils small. Even though the woman eyed strong, she was young, only 500 years old. It was the first time she dealt with the Pipe and like any young Fae, she was frightened by it's power.

She looked back straight at the Meddler.

"..You are the only Time Lord left that knows of the powers of the Pipe, Meddler. Even though my people will deny it, I'm convinced we're going to need your expertise to do as much damage control as we can. We had to modify the mind of hundred's of adults after what happened in 1284 in Hameln."

The Meddler drained his mug, looked at the Aesir, then looked at Alec. "You know," he said, "I really think I'm going to stop leaving my TARDIS. Every time I get out, something goes badly wrong."

He sighed, then laughed. "Don't mind me," he said to the Aesir. "Just blowing off steam. So, where's the Pipe? Let's go and do something about it, before it gets up and playing."

[Alec Harrison]

There was a newcomer. Reminiscent of Sisi, but not her.
"How do you know me?" he said, without looking at her.

Rather than looking at the Sidhe, he was glancing at his watch. Then his drink. And back. What were they talking about?

Finally, he looked up at Aesir.
"Sorry, this might hurt. Slightly."
In a flash, he braced Aesir's shoulders and slammed his forehead against hers. Memory transfer. Now he understood... From the bit he had taken in, he had figuered what they spoke of.

"I agree. I'm never leaving my Tardis again."

[The First Doctor]

"Sorry, this might hurt. Slightly."

Lost in thought, the Meddler sipped at another stein. The idea that the Pipes were about to activate again... that was troubling. Troubling enough that he wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings.

Then, as Alec headbutted Daena, he really choked on his beer. He recognized what the action was, and knew it wouldn't be all that hard, but still...

"Alec..." he said, warningly, keeping an eye on the Aesir crown princess. At this instant, she was too shocked to do anything but stare. But he knew that wouldn't last.

"Alec!" he barked, "Mind your manners!"

He turned to Daena. "Your highness," he began, rising and bowing. "Please, forgive my brother. He was dumbstruck by your beauty, and lost all reason."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alec start to speak. Reacting quickly, he lashed his foot out and kicked his fellow Time Lord in the ankle. "Isn't that right, Alec?" he asked, rather forcefully.

His attention returned to the Aesir princess. "On ancient, lost Gallifrey, it was the custom to show respect by touching foreheads." He gave Alec his best warning glare. "Struck blind by your loveliness, he was quite overcome."

He kicked Alec in the shin again. "Right?"

[Alec Harrison]

"Alec..."

"What? I only did I because neither of you would tell me what the heck was going on." he shrugged.

"Alec! Mind your manners!"

He raised an eyebrow. Before he could protest, Meds continued.
He turned to Daena. "Your highness," he began, rising and bowing. "Please, forgive my brother. He was dumbstruck by your beauty, and lost all reason."

Alec narrowed his eyes.
"She isn't that pretty, and I'm not your-"
He felt a pain in his shin.

"Isn't that right, Alec?"

He blinked hard, feeling the skin rubbed off of his shin.
"Oh yes, my highness. Mine eyes have never been layed on such beauty."

His attention returned to the Aesir princess. "On ancient, lost Gallifrey, it was the custom to show respect by touching foreheads." He gave Alec his best warning glare. "Struck blind by your loveliness, he was quite overcome."

He nodded vigorously, hoping not to get kicked again. Of course, that didn't happen. "Right?"

He jumped up, bringing his fist to the Meddler's chin in an uppercut.
"Will you stop it?" he said, irritated.

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

And the Meddlers fears were completely grounded. The Aesir, specially the royalty were one of the most powerful elemental beings of the other world, and when angered usually very bad things happened. She reeled back when the man's head smacks into her, completely taking her off guard. No one had ever dared such a thing before, her mismatched eyes widened at the man, a red spot appearing on her forehead where he had hit her.

Her beautiful face contorted in a snarl, golden fire lighting her irises instantly like something in her ignited.

And it did.

Around them, people were burning and flying by the impact, the building caught in an explosion and they were at the centre of it. Her teeth sharpened as she bared her teeth in anger, her scream hallowed by the explosion around them that tore the place apart. Both of the Time lords had lost their clothing by now, them not withstanding the extreme explosion. The burning heat burning at their bodies as it ate at them.

Then, time was shifting.

"Alec!" he barked, "Mind your manners!"

The explosion around them started to implode inwards, some bodies and tables instantly burned starting to rewind and rebuild. Humans thrown about by the initial explosion reversing back to their original position by their beers.

"Your highness, please, forgive my brother. He was dumbstruck by your beauty, and lost all reason."

The clothing starting integrate back on their bodies again, the explosion moving inwards, back to the Aesir heiress who now was not snarling any more but had a look of utter utmost concentration on her face, sweat coming down her face as her irises still burned intensely, locked onto that of the offending Time Lord before her.

"Isn't that right, Alec?"

"Oh yes, my highness. Mine eyes have never been laid on such beauty."

Then, as everything rewound back in place, life in the busy hall went bustling on like nothing had happened. Yet, the 3 creatures now staring intently at each other knew what happened. Daena, the creator and the Time Lords ability to see time multi dimensionally.

The woman sat there, shaking with a mixture between rage and fatigue, her face pale and sweat drops running down her cheeks. Heat still emanated off her as her eyes returned to their green and hazel mismatched.

It was a good thing both the Sidhe and the Aesir had a minor but good control of time. Usually enough to reverse their own mistakes to make sure no mortal would know their existence.

"Never in my life, have I been offended in such a way" She said in a whisper, tightly, her throat hoarse. The graceful beautiful woman a moment before now barely holding on to her own temper.

"We leave this hall, now." She half snarled, her nails digging into the wood of the table. She had to get out of this place. She couldn't risk their kind being exposed.

[The Meddler]

Time...

...went...

...mad.

The Meddler could feel his skin burning, even through the protective field Éibhleann helped him raise. He rolled over, face pressed into the ground, the soreness in his jaw where Alec had punched him - and, in truth, he had overdone the kicking - suddenly of minor concern.

At the same time, he could feel history rolling backwards, as the Sidhe princess unwound the end results of her wrath. He could feel the blisters subsiding, feel his skin uncooking, even feel his clothes reknit and reassemble themselves. In the span of no time at all, the biergarten was both consumed and remained intact.

"Never in my life, have I been offended in such a way" She said in a whisper, tightly, her throat hoarse. The graceful beautiful woman a moment before now barely holding on to her own temper.

"Duly noted, your highness," the Meddler said, picking himself up off the floor. He rubbed his jaw experimentally. "Oh, and Alec? Sorry about kicking you like that."

"We leave this hall, now." She half snarled, her nails digging into the wood of the table.

"That would be for the best, yes," he agreed. He looked at the undamaged mugs, did a little math, and stared at the colorful Euro notes he had in his wallet. Then he shrugged and tossed them on the table. "Keep the change," he told the waitress.

[Alec Harrison]

Alec's eyes magically transfigured into enormous dishes. This girl was a freak. He buzzed his sonic screwdriver as the heat waves collided with his face.

"Never in my life, have I been offended in such a way." She said in a whisper, tightly, her throat hoarse. The graceful beautiful woman a moment before now barely holding on to her own temper.

"Get over it." he said under his breath.

"Duly noted, your highness," the Meddler said, picking himself up off the floor. He rubbed his jaw experimentally. "Oh, and Alec? Sorry about kicking you like that."

Alec extended an arm and side-hugged Robin.
"Erm...sorry about hitting you."

"We leave this hall, now." She half snarled, her nails digging into the wood of the table. She had to get out of this place. She
couldn't risk their kind being exposed.

"Um...no. I came here to have a drink with the Meddler."

The Meddler seemed completely ready to follow her.
"Oh come on, are we really going to follow Switcheyes the royal cloister bell on her journey which wil probably only serve to further drunken her on her own royalty?" Alec hissed in Galifreyan.

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

"Get over it." he said under his breath.

The woman narrowed her eyes, that exact moment Alec's eyebrows zinged off.

"Pot calling kettle black, Sir" She said darkly. She got up without a word, following the Meddler. She growled lowly as the other man acted up again. She had always been called contrary, the courts would have a field day with this man.

"Um...no. I came here to have a drink with the Meddler."

He continued in a language she did not know, she guessed it immediately to be the language of the Gallifreyans. Talking of rude, she hadn't talked to the Meddler in ancient Gaelic had she?

"Listen to me you arrogant git," She said, placing her hands on the table before Alec, leaning towards him so she didn't have to raise her voice.

"If this sleazy beer in this sleazy tent is more important to you then the possible death of hundreds of children, or even worse then you need to get your priorities straight. I have never met you before, yet you head butted me without any warning. And now you are behaving as if I am rude for intruding on your precious drink."

[Alec Harrison]

"Gah!" Alec yelped, feeling for his eyebrows.

"You didn't have to do that."

Pot calling kettle black, Sir," She said darkly.

Alec raised an eyebrow.
"Rather the pot astounded at kettle's steam." he said, in reference to her outbursts.


"Listen to me you arrogant git," She said, placing her hands on the table before Alec, leaning towards him so she didn't have to raise her voice.

Alec had taken this kind of talk before.
"You barge in here, expecting my friend to play hero for you, and you have the nerve to call me arrogant. Besides, that isn't the word. Arrogant is not my intention. Irritated, not under your jurisdiction, maybe."

"If this sleazy beer in this sleazy tent is more important to you then the possible death of hundreds of children, or even worse then you need to get your priorities straight. I have never met you before, yet you head butted me without any warning. And now you are behaving as if I am rude for intruding on your precious drink."

Alec looked at his feet. Hundreds of possible deaths. It had happened before, maybe he could stop it this time.
"That was the only way together the information. As urgent as you make it sound, we don't have time to sit down and talk about it."

He stood up and straightened his fedora. With a solumn look his his face, he picked up the cane.
"I think we should go."

[The Meddler]

"Oh come on, are we really going to follow Switcheyes the royal cloister bell on her journey which wil probably only serve to further drunken her on her own royalty?" Alec hissed in Galifreyan.

"I plan to," the Meddler responded in the same language, "because I've heard of these Pipes before. I'd like to make certain they remain unplayed."

"Also," he said, switching back to English, "I find that I have a certain lack of resistance to the requests of aggressive, beautiful redheads."

It was obvious, though, that neither of them were paying much attention to him. They were bickering in a fashion that, according to certain types of human entertainment, meant that they were madly in love and unwilling to admit it to each other.

This time, he decided, I'll keep my mouth shut. Instead, he decided to try to head things off.

It didn't work so well. They were building up a full head of steam, ignoring everything he said.

"You barge in here," Alec was snapping, "expecting my friend to play hero for you, and you have the nerve to call me arrogant. Besides, that isn't the word. Arrogant is not my intention. Irritated, not under your jurisdiction, maybe."

"Well," the Meddler tried to interject.

"If this sleazy beer in this sleazy tent is more important to you then the possible death of hundreds of children," Daena snapped back, "or even worse then you need to get your priorities straight. I have never met you before, yet you head butted me without any warning. And now you are behaving as if I am rude for intruding on your precious drink."

The patrons of the bierhall were staring, now.

"Excuse me! Voice of reason, intruding here!" He massaged the bridge of his nose, noting that Alec was looking at his feet now. "And if the Meddler - the Puck - has to be the voice of reason, something has gone terribly wrong. Now, I propose that -"

"I think we should go," Alec said, straightening his hat and lifting his cane.

"Ah, yeah. Exactly." He watched Alec head for the door. "That was surprisingly easy."