Who: Lacey Harkness, OTA What: Exploring the town When: Late evening, early nighttime, Thursday Nov 13 Where: Just wherever as she wanders the streets to clear her head Why: Lacey's having a bit of a sulk away from her roommates Status: In Progress
She kicked at a stone on the ground, hugging herself tightly. It was bloody freezing. She idly wondered if there was a shop opened where she can pick up a coat. Some gloves too. It was times like this that she cursed her human heritage. If she were a full Time Lord, she wouldn't be cold, not until January or February. She huddled down and kicked another stone.
"Stupid Rift," she muttered to herself, "stupid time slips. I don't wanna have to explain it all over again." She shivered again. Even though she knew where and when she was, didn't mean she had to like it. "How could this happen? I don't like it. I don't like it at all."