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ten_fwd2016-03-20 10:06 pm
foronemoment) wrote in ten_fwd2016-03-20 10:06 pm
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[closed to 10th Doctor - continued from here with permission]
She would keep going on, and on, and on, unless he does deem it prudent to derail her train of random thoughts. It is like finding herself aboard the Tardis again for the first time. That same feeling of being scared shitless, and the wonder of it all. There is less angry screaming at least, less blaming and telling someone, anyone, to get her back home.
Rarely get along... Sorry, but it does bring a small laugh from her, before a bigger one, and she's wiping her eyes. Is it a case in point of siblings, only the same being, but some know more and others know less, and each of them has a point to make and wants their point to be made, and the others are all vying for the same thing?
"What- how has it happened before then? And so then there are multiple Tardis...es? Tardi? Blue boxes?"
[closed to 12th Doctor - continued from here with permission]
What... can he do for her? With what, exactly? True, it's not exactly the adventure that her Doctor promised, but it's not like they always turn out as planned anyway. And it is an adventure. And she seems to remember some of the actors being pretty cute, even if they aren't actors and are completely in character. And... she's been giving him a look.
"What do you mean what can you do for me? Don't go getting any funny ideas."
[open - hallways]
Well. Donna has seen some strange things, but suddenly finding herself about a space ship... Is actually one of those strange things. Maybe it is a good thing that she has, otherwise it likely would have been much like the first time, which included a lot of noise (on her part), indignation, and some very strongly worded sentences.
As it is though, she's lost, which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't too surprising. A left instead of a right, not paying as much attention as she should have, and now she's in some bloody hallway without a clue. A computer is what she needs. Or she thinks. Maybe? Of course a proper spaceship had to be all proper and she gives a loud huff, arms crossing under her chest. "Can't the bloody ship just beam me up!"
Which is not at all how it works.
She would keep going on, and on, and on, unless he does deem it prudent to derail her train of random thoughts. It is like finding herself aboard the Tardis again for the first time. That same feeling of being scared shitless, and the wonder of it all. There is less angry screaming at least, less blaming and telling someone, anyone, to get her back home.
Rarely get along... Sorry, but it does bring a small laugh from her, before a bigger one, and she's wiping her eyes. Is it a case in point of siblings, only the same being, but some know more and others know less, and each of them has a point to make and wants their point to be made, and the others are all vying for the same thing?
"What- how has it happened before then? And so then there are multiple Tardis...es? Tardi? Blue boxes?"
[closed to 12th Doctor - continued from here with permission]
What... can he do for her? With what, exactly? True, it's not exactly the adventure that her Doctor promised, but it's not like they always turn out as planned anyway. And it is an adventure. And she seems to remember some of the actors being pretty cute, even if they aren't actors and are completely in character. And... she's been giving him a look.
"What do you mean what can you do for me? Don't go getting any funny ideas."
[open - hallways]
Well. Donna has seen some strange things, but suddenly finding herself about a space ship... Is actually one of those strange things. Maybe it is a good thing that she has, otherwise it likely would have been much like the first time, which included a lot of noise (on her part), indignation, and some very strongly worded sentences.
As it is though, she's lost, which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't too surprising. A left instead of a right, not paying as much attention as she should have, and now she's in some bloody hallway without a clue. A computer is what she needs. Or she thinks. Maybe? Of course a proper spaceship had to be all proper and she gives a loud huff, arms crossing under her chest. "Can't the bloody ship just beam me up!"
Which is not at all how it works.