WHO: Donna Noble and Claudia Donovan WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: Entertainment car (at least to start) WHAT: Claudia arrives and is not very happy about it RATING: Medium - there will probably be lots of swearing later. STATUS: Incomplete / Closed
Claudia closed her eyes tightly as the ribbon wound around her wrist. They should have waited for Artie! She wasn't ready, wasn't ready for this at all! There was a crackle and a surge of energy; to Claudia it felt like the whole world was moving under her feet. She didn't open her eyes until she counted to 100.
Nope. Not in the Warehouse.
"Sleeper car? Really? How 19th century of them," Claudia snarked, shaking the green ribbon off her wrist. "I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS!" she yelled to the room, still in the mindset that this was part of some Caretaker initiation. "These digs are going to need serious revamping," she scolded disapprovingly. She pulled out her Farnsworth and wasn't surprised to find it wasn't working.
"Alright, you wanted to purpose me, you got me, but I don't have to like it!" Not to mention, she had decided to kill Artie for putting her in this position. She fumed for a second more, then ripped open the sleeper door and peered out. "Oh, great, it's a whole effin' train. Badly designed, regents, even by your pitiful standards." She noticed the door across from her had two names - turning back, she realised her door had her name on it. Fingering the name plate, Claudia gave a deep, resigned sigh, then headed down the hallway. She might as well figure out what the actual hell was going on. Then get back to the Warehouse. Then kill Artie.
As she entered the next train compartment, another woman was trying to get to the sleeper cars. "Yo," Claudia said, by way of greeting. "You trapped in this hell with me, or you part of it?"