returning to orbit

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[the ice cream truck hadn't been hard to find.... eerie tune notwithstanding. Five found the whole thing rather novel, and had gone so far as to order a serving off the list for each person he considered a companion, for curiosity's sake. York, Jilly, Crowley, the Ponds, River, Jack, Galadriel, Alan, Yuan.... the list went on and on, and the Time Lord was staring down a sizeable amount of ice cream.]

Ah... hmm. My stomach, unfortunately, is NOT bigger on the inside. ... Anyone care to come help me finish all this?

Vwooooorp.

Yes, besides you, Tardy. Get your beak out of that, if you please.

[and with that, he tucks in. a short while in, he gets to the bit of white soft serve swirled with green ... Gibson's. he smacks his lips experimentally ... and realizes, an instant late, what it is.....]

I wonder what space tastes like....

((OOC: Return of the Space Core loss for a few hours! This is also an open post for anyone, companion or otherwise, who wants to share the sundae of doom. Just specify if you want pre or post spacey Five!))

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