Who: Donna Noble {open to all!} What: Getting through the day When: Afternoon, December 10th Where:Sally's Warning: Lots of frustrated mooing Status: On going
It started with getting up for a glass of water just after midnight, and it had yet to stop. She could say a word aside from what a cow spoke. No writing either. All words came out in just three letters. Well, technically, just two letters. She thought perhaps she hadn't fully awaken, so she'd gone back to bed.
The ever present mooing didn't stop with the morning alarm. It didn't stop when she tried to read her paper out loud. Didn't stop when she made a phone call. Or sent another message. Didn't stop when she said tried to say 'good morning' to her neighbor.
In fact, the morning at the shop was quite the task. It astounded her just how difficult it was not to speak at all. Rome wasn't built in a day though, and quite a few odd glances turned her way when she slipped. She did her best to avoid everybody she could and eventually, tossed up her hands and a few napkins as she gave up and decided to take a break.
She took a quick walk to a shop to get a pack of cigarettes and came back, grabbed a bottle of chocolate milk, and stood out behind her shop. No, she wasn't a smoker, but reaching for some wine in the middle of the day didn't seem like the greatest idea.