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// Leanne Jones ([info]unrequitedjones) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-11 23:31:00

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Entry tags:!log, donna noble, martha jones

Who: Martha Jones and Donna Noble
What: lookin' for the Doctor
Where: around the Statue of Liberty
When: tuesday morning.

The Angels. He had told her the angels were bad. And then suddenly she'd materialised in an alley, in the middle of ... somewhere. Not that it had taken her long at all to figure out it was New York. But! She had to put her head in the game, figure out where he'd gone, and where the best place to meet was.

Something familiar to both of them. Despite being in a totally unfamiliar place and time, she had to smile as she saw the Statue of Liberty. Where else would they find each other in such a vast city? She was lucky she was so close to the docks, as she walked, she searched for a newspaper stand to see if she could catch a date. No sense in asking someone and looking like an idiot.

It was New York, and it didn't take her long to track one down. "1964!" she exclaimed, looking about, hoping no-one paid her any mind. "That's great Doctor, strand me in America in 1964. Nothing could possibly go wrong ..." She trailed off when she realised a ginger-haired woman was looking at her curiously.

"Don't mind me," she said, in her cheery accent. "My friend's just havin' a bit of a laugh at me."



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[info]illhaveasalute
2011-07-17 05:13 am UTC (link)
She was glad she'd asked Martha- they'd gotten off to a much rougher start than last time, but she was sure that could all be sorted. "Never heard of Angels, no. Last I saw he was talking about the Vashta Nerada- got me way too scared of the dark. So like him, half the time he's got human technology figured out to an exact decimal, other half he gets it all muddled up."

"Still haven't had a word from him. I'm not sure why- I know he's in the city, and I think he knows I'm here, but I can't- I can't find him, and for some reason he hasn't found me. I've never not been able to find him before." She sighed, then smiled at the other girl. "Well, maybe I just haven't found him yet, hmm?"

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