InsaneJournal

Day Four
Who: Ace & Rose.
When: Afternoon
What: The companions meet.
Where: the TARDIS
Rating: G
Status: Complete


Ace sat at the edges of the resort, crouching down to let the desert sand run through her fingers as she gazed out into the distance. It seemed that there was nothing outside the ranch area, just miles of sand as far as she could see. She supposed that there still might be more, and she'd survived deserts before, but there was still plenty here to explore before venturing out that way. So the brunette rose and swung a leg over her bike, the motorcycle quickly revving to life, and shooting back off back the other way.

It was her second day here, but the previous afternoon had been a waste -- forced onto some rafting trip by 'The Planet.' It had been enjoyable enough, she'd met a few characters, but really got little in the way of answers except that everyone seemed to be brought here against their will from different times and places. After which she'd been more then keen on getting home, but not only could her bike not travel between planets, but being dragged here out of the vortex had fried a bunch of her circuits.

So this morning she'd rose at dawn (old habits), grabbed a quick breakfast, and set off to take stock of her surroundings. Equipped with her rucksack of toys and other such items always on her person, she'd rode north of the resort until hitting the desert.

She'd been at this for some time, and was nearly done covering the grounds until something caught her eye. A big, blue, wooden something. A wide grin pulled at her features, and she kicked the speed up a notch until she was parked right next to phone box. A hand rose quickly, gripping the small key hanging round her neck as she moved to the doors, pushing it into the lock and letting the doors swing open.

Ace stepped inside, her brows furrowing at the sight of the place. "He's changed the theme." She grumbled disapprovingly before continuing forward. "Hello old girl." Ace greeted, running a hand lightly over the console. Sitting down, she pulled the screen towards her, wondering how long it had been for the Doctor since they'd last met. It had been little more then a year for her, or at least, that's what she figured. It was hard to keep track when traveling through time.

"The professor has been busy hasn't he?" She would find him later. While she was here she might as well fix her bike, maybe give it a bit of a boost. A few keystrokes, pulling a few cords from beneath a floor panel outside to fasten to the motorcycle, and then returning to start the diagnostic. While the TARDIS found out the extent of the trouble and fixed what it could, she set down her pack and decided to have a look around.