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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

Donna looked at Susan and shook her head, sighing. "No- no, it's not about what they think Susan, it's about not getting locked in a loony bin. Mental health care isn't really at it's peak in the sixties. I'm not saying it's your responsibility- wear whatever you like, but be careful. You really don't wanna get institutionalized."

As they continued walking, Donna smiled at the men in the street. This era was excellent for eye candy, that was sure. All those men in suits, she loved it. She was distracted from a particular raven-haired specimen by the description Susan gave her. "You're joking." she said, "Elephants. On a turtle. Flat." She exhaled. "Yep, different enough." She wasn't sure if Susan was testing her, but she rose to the challenge.

"Yes, I am British- from London. Not that I've been there lately- I've been travelling. Through time and space." She may have sounded a bit smug, but come on. It was a bit impressive. Usually, anyway. "With a friend of mine- I'm actually looking for him. Calls himself the Doctor? And yes, it's just "the Doctor" don't bother asking. It's all he'll say."