WHO: Susan Foreman & Rose Tyler WHAT: Pulled off course, Susan has no choice but to investigate 21st century Los Angeles. WHERE: Random Street WHEN: January 28th; Early Morning RATING: TBA STATUS:In Progress
Susan hadn't been paying much attention to the console. Her first mistake was expecting that after the initial struggle for control that she had had to undergo after stealing her from the Master that she wouldn't be given anymore problems. But as the TARDIS gave a violent lurch and stalled out mid-trip, Susan peeled after off the far wall and mentally run through the list of faults that it could have possibly been.
"You're working just fine," Susan protested softly as she ran through the engine scans for the third time. "You're working perfectly. Why have you stopped?" She asked, glaring accusingly at the center column as it suddenly whirled back into action and sent them spiraling in the opposite direction than Susan had intended. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Susan muttered as the TARDIS pitched again, not used to being suddenly thrown into reverse in the middle of the Time Vortex, and tossed her to the floor before the computer screen flashed up the reason for the sudden change.
Staring at a set of odd vibrations that the TARDIS had apparently picked up, Susan hefted herself up to the keyboard and typed out command codes, demanding a destination setting. Sol 3, the computer pronounced happily as her TARDIS rematerialized.
"Earth. Why is it always Earth?" Susan muttered, pulling herself to her feet and dusting off the front of her dress. "Do be a little more gentle about it next time, all right?" Susan asked, petting the console before grabbing her coat and throwing it on.
There was only one thing she could do to make the best of the situation like this.