the doctor! (i_goto11) wrote in bizarroworld, @ 2015-05-02 09:38:00 |
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First date [Rogers]
The Doctor wanted a banana. Not just any banana, of course. The Gros Michel variety of banana was clearly superior to the modern Cavendish, despite having gone extinct. She impatiently tapped buttons and pulled levers on the TARDIS console, until hearing the delightful vwrop! vworp! of the landing.
"The Gros Michel," The Doctor explained, "is superior because it's still the flavor emulated in banana custards and candies. Superior flavor and texture, although sadly not very disease resistant. Lucky for us! Still in bountiful supply in 1941. Also jazz, I do like a big band every once in a while."
The Doctor looked up and realized she was speaking to an empty room. Right, Rory was gone. So was Wilfred Mott before him, and Micky Smith before him. She frowned, but was thankful that her forgetfulness was only witnessed by her time machine.
"So, bananas then," she said to herself. And unlike other times when the Doctor promised one adventure only to be brought into another by the TARDIS, she was almost a little disappointed to find herself in the exact destination she'd tried for: New York City 1941. The Doctor wondered what Churchhill was up to as she stepped out of the tiny blue box and locked up behind her.
Although a young woman in a man's dark suit and tie might have stood out, most humans were polite enough to look away. Her hair was down and hung plainly at her shoulders, strolling in reasonable low cut boot perfect for running. Perhaps she'd tried to emulate the Beatles' early look just a bit, but really who hadn't? Or, she paused to consider, perhaps it was the other way around.
A girl in a suit just taking a stroll. No adventure here. None. Nope.