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[diedalittle]

Buffy's pretty sure the door in the Council building didn't go into what looks like a ski lodge the last time she went through it. Granted, she's been off on missions for a few weeks, and there's still a lot of construction going on, so she could be wrong. But call it a hunch

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[makewar_notlove]

After a moment, a man in a uniform comes through a different doorway. Archer carries a rather large file under his arm as he walks past the fireplace.

Fireplace?

He stops and looks at his surroundings for another moment and he notices the girl sitting by the fire. He tilts his head to one side.

"Ah, excuse me, miss? This...isn't the classified area of the Central Library, is it?"

[diedalittle]

"The who of the what?" Buffy asks, blinking, and then takes him in. "Oh, um, sorry, no. Well, I'm guessing not, if that's where you want to be, because you look about as confused as I am."

She offers him her hot chocolate. "The chocolate's good, though!"

[makewar_notlove]

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[makewar_notlove]

Recovering quickly, Archer takes the offered mug and inhales the aroma of the hot chocolate. It does smell rather good.

"Thank you. And indeed, I suppose I am Miss...ah, my apologies. How very impolite of me. My name is Col. Frank Archer...and you are...?"

He sips the chocolate with a smile.

[grrl_reporter]

*walks in*

*blinks*

This isn't my study...and it's bigger on the outside than it is on the inside...

Um. Excuse me, miss? You wouldn't happen to know the Doctor, would you?

[diedalittle]

*blinks, shrugs* Um. I know some doctors, but it doesn't sound like they're the kind of doctors you're talking about.

OH! *eyes widening* Are you with the Council? Is this some kind of code thing I should be getting?

[grrl_reporter]

Sarah frowned.

"I'm not with the Council. I mean, I was for a while but then they threw me out of the Neighbourhood Watch meetings after a Ghalzian spaceship landed in my garden at 3am in the morning for the fourth night in a row. Honestly, you'd think I was some kind of intergalactic prostitute the way they carried on, it wasn't my fault they kept getting lost.

Um...

This isn't a very good way to introduce myself, is it? *holds out her hand* Sarah Jane Smith, journalist. I must say, this is pretty luxurious for a Tardis. I should give the Doctor the name of your decorator..."

[diedalittle]

Buffy's looking a little gobsmacked at this point. Well, no, more than a little. "Um," she says, and shakes the woman's hand. "Buffy. Buffy...Smith," she says, remembering the fact that she's on the US Government's Most Wanted Terrorists list. "And I know I only understood about three words of what you just said, but I really don't think you need to be calling me a 'tard over it. Isn't that kind of un-PC for a journalist, anyway?"

[tardislessrose]

Rose takes an hour out of everyday to explore a section of the Torchwood building she hasn't explored before. Today she's found herself in a long hallway that feels a little colder then the hallway she was in before. She opens a random door on the left side and finds herself in some sort of Artic tundra. Not being dressed for that kind of environment she quickly shuts the door and tries the one across from it.

The site in front of her is that of a cozy ski lodge that several people are milling around in. One is a brunette female that looks shockingly familiar to her. She steps in and closes the door behind here.

"Well, hello there."

[diedalittle]

Buffy smiles. "Hiya," she says, waving to the new girl. "Ooh, I love your jacket!"

[tardislessrose]

Rose smiles back and looks down at her jacket.

"Thanks. I've had it for ages." She doesn't add that she bought the jacket in 1953 in a parallel universe. She's learned by now that you don't just slip those things into conversations.

"This may sound very silly but do you know where we are? I was at work and then I wasn't. Not that I'm complaining, I have this meeting I'm not really looking forward to this afternoon."

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