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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-29 00:37:00

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Entry tags:astor bennett, complete, day 30, the doctor

Day 30 - evening
Who: The Doctor and Astor
When: Day 30, just around twilight
Where: Wandering the grounds of the resort
Status: Complete
Rating/Warning: None

The day had been as it was. He'd greeted someone new, played football with someone also new, and now he was back to searching the grounds of the resort for where the Planet had decided to stash his TARDIS. It was a rather large, blue box, sort of hard to misplace - yet, since he hadn't done the parking it was sort of hard to account for where she might be currently residing.

Taking high steps through the grass he was squinting into the tree-line trying to locate the tell-tale lights of the TARDIS' sign. No dice. Where did the damned planet stash his TARDIS? Oh, this was annoying, because there wasn't a force in the universe that was going to make him sleep in that room of his - no way, no how.


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[info]miami_angel97
2009-01-29 12:17 am UTC (link)
This was him. The guy who promised to give her a seat when he found a way for them to get off the Planet and go back home. He'd said he'd put her on the top of his list. Astor dropped the flower and beamed, leaning over and throwing her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she gushed.

Then she pulled away quickly, realizing that, essentially, he was a stranger and she really shouldn't be hugging him. "Sorry," she said quickly, still looking at him with excitement. "My name is Astor. I talked to you in your journal and you promised me a seat and said you wouldn't forget me," she told him, hoping that he'd remember.

He told her that when he found the box, he'd give her a tour. Astor was too excited about the prospect of going home to process the fact that he was saying 'box' over and over. If she'd been paying attention properly, she'd have wondered how they'd manage it. "I could help you look for it," she offered eagerly.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-29 12:23 am UTC (link)
It was one of the few, small victories that the Doctor had managed in the past three days: making a child happy. It was actually a pretty big victory, and the Doctor had to cling to it for that moment. His instruments and attempts at science had been failing one by one over the past few days. A circuit would blow, a frequency would waver, or a signal would just drop and the Doctor would be left back at square one again. The happiness of Astor here, however, this was a victory.

"Of course I wouldn't forget you. You knew where and when home is, right? The place, the time, the year? I'm sure you do. I can get you there," he said this with the confidence generally reserved for Timelords - the sort of certainty that goes beyond science and speculation of figures.

"You could..." He said tentatively, mulling the thought over. "Wouldn't you rather play, or something? I wouldn't want to keep you from all the fun that the Planet has planned for you..."

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