Rooms

( narrative behind the cut: Okay, so Martha Jones had never loved Christmas. )

[Later that evening, she wrote this quick journal entry to the other companions.]
These grinches are erratic.

[Doctor Who Crew]

So, Santas attacking at malls. Does it sound familiar to you ladies?

[A few random sketches of new designs.]

[Doctor Who crew]
[After trying to reach the Doctor.]

Is he gone?

[Text to Aubrey R]

I ate all the chocolate ice cream. Can u bring home more plz?

[As Spencer R]

[The handwriting is no where near neat and tidy, sloping up and down the page, but easily read enough.]

There are dozens of explanations that I can come up with as to what this is and why this exists, but none of them exist in the realm of the probable. An elaborate dream, perhaps? No, that can't be. Research indicates that one sign of a dream is the inability to read words easily, and considering I can read this and the other words on these pages, a dream is unlikely.

For once, I don't think I have an answer.

Who: Clara Oswald, The Doctor (Ten)
What: Talking. Figuring each other out, maybe.
Where: Neutral Territory
When: After TARDIS trip?
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( This Doctor, she still didn't know where she stood with him. She didn't like not knowing. )

[Locked to Rose, Martha, Clara, and Kitane]

Right then, let's go somewhere. Get to the TARDIS!

Everyone this is Kitane, I met her at the restaurant and promised an adventure. She doesn't know how to get to our door, so that's step number one.

Rose, pick a place. Or we can do Russian Roulette, let the TARDIS pick, probably not a good idea she's always getting me into trouble.

By the looks of things it would appear I arrived just after the festivities ended. And from what I can tell from the information available - that is probably a good thing.

To the nice woman I sat in the booth with discussing the feelings of first loves, it was nice to talk. When in Rome, it's nice to not be wandering alone.

Doctor, Clara, Rose--you all better be well!

Thanks for the dress? [...] Guess that's normal, then.

Doctor. What have you done this time?

[She doesn't know where she is or how she got there, but she's sure it's the Doctor's fault.]

I had plans.