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were_lemurDoctor Who, Ace, Amy, Donna, Martha, Sarah Jane, all ages, not mine. Swapping stories in the Companions' Bar.
"Space-whale sick?" Ace repeats, wrinkling her nose. "You're right, that is worse than almost being turned into a cheetah person."
"Did I mention having great chunks of my memory just wiped out?" Donna demanded. Not that the other women blamed her for still holding a grudge.
"I walked the whole world talking his skinny arse up," Martha muttered, her hand on her chin.
They all turned as an elegant, dark-haired woman walked into the bar. Amy grinned, and waved her over. "I'm sure Sarah Jane will have some interesting stories to tell, once we get a few drinks into her."
"Space-whale sick?" Ace repeats, wrinkling her nose. "You're right, that is worse than almost being turned into a cheetah person."
"Did I mention having great chunks of my memory just wiped out?" Donna demanded. Not that the other women blamed her for still holding a grudge.
"I walked the whole world talking his skinny arse up," Martha muttered, her hand on her chin.
They all turned as an elegant, dark-haired woman walked into the bar. Amy grinned, and waved her over. "I'm sure Sarah Jane will have some interesting stories to tell, once we get a few drinks into her."
