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George Lass aka Millie Hager (notgivingashit) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-09 03:34:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 31, george lass, the doctor

Who: George Lass and OTA
What: George is sitting on the couch, looking ahead at nothing in particular, mainly musing, quite bored.
When: Day 31, afternoon
Where: Sitting Room
Status: In progress
Rating: PG just in case

George supposed she should do something. Start doing something, finding something she liked and run with it. But of course, being George, it was much easier to just sit around procrastinating and thinking about doing something.
So there she was, sitting on the couch, looking at nothing in particular, in silence. Just thinking about - again - nothing in particular. It was so easy to get bored for her, she was getting bored of that, too.
However, apart from slowly rocking back and forth with her elbows on her knees and her hands supporting her head, she wasn't even moving right now.
Tired of the position, she laid down on the couch instead. Big, comfortable couch. Too bad she wasn't even sleepy enough for a nap. Instead, she looked up at the ceiling, sighing.

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notgivingashit
2009-02-18 07:57 am UTC (link)

George sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes. "I didn't base my judgement on your allegged good looks, Doctor. I meant that I stuck arount and listened to what you had to say, and it seems like I was wrong. Saying that you don't look like a mass murderer is a manner of speaking, because I'm pretty sure looks have nothing to do with it!"

George felt like having some hot cocoa. She was cold and uncomfortable, and something sweet and warm would really do the trick. Obviously, she thought about it hard enough that a mug materialized right next to the Doctor's book, fuming and smelling great. With a smile, she picked it up.

"I know it sucks not being able to leave, and everybody has a theory about why that might be, but I'm pretty sure it could be much worse."

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fromgallifrey
2009-02-20 09:45 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor kind of snorted there, a very uncharacteristic mannerism for him. He set down his coffee cup and turned to rather openly appraise George. She was listening, wasn't she. He felt a twinge of guilt there, realizing he'd made a rather rude, incorrect assumption about the girl.

He watched as she took up the cup of cocoa, and the Doctor found himself wondering what he had to do to get a nice, rich cup of cocoa himself - with whipped cream and sprinkles and a cherry and a little cookie. With a blink his wish was granted, his cup smelt rich of chocolate and a cookie perched on a saucer on the edge of the sofa, just in the periphery of his vision. He had such affection for the planet despite it's misguided choice of imprisonment.

"You think it could be worse? How so?"

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	notgivingashit 2009-02-22 12:44 pm UTC (link)
	George frowned in thought for a moment. "Well...We could be stuck in a place where we'd be tortured, for instance. People could generally suck, too. I don't know. I think there are a lot of ways in which this planet could suck much more than it does." She noticed the elaborate drink and cookie that materialized on the table, and smirked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fromgallifrey
2009-02-23 05:02 pm UTC (link)

"It is sort of like torture being stuck here," the Timelord mumbled into his cocoa.

"Though, the people are generally quite nice. Couldn't imagine being stuck here without some of them, actually," he was thinking of Jack and Rose, and Sarah Jane. There was Andy, too. Kibeth, perhaps. Even the mysterious L had an endearing quality to him.

"You can't even fault the planet for it's food - even if it's not quite exactly what I imagine, it's usually pretty close," he stuck a finger into the whipped cream and shoved the dallop into his mouth.

"So, you travel at all before you wound up here?"

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	notgivingashit 2009-02-23 06:56 pm UTC (link)
	"I guess..." George muttered, also into her mug. She nodded at the Doctor's comment about nice people on the planet. God knew it was true. "I...didn't have much time to do that. I imagine you travelled a lot?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

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