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Tweak says, "scooby dooby doo where are u?"

Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-18 21:03:00

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!log, donna noble, rose tyler

Who: Donna Noble and Rose Tyler
When: Monday, July 18th
Where: Donna's room at the Welcome Center
What: Examining a robot (Companion reunion)
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, incomplete.

Donna played with the toy-sized robot the way little boys played with a toy soldier- she made it march, and leap off her small dresser, and army crawl though "mountains" on her quilt. Alright, so maybe she was a bit bored. Martha was out looking for a job, and her search for the Doctor remained futile and exhausting. There wasn't anything she could do on her day off that she hadn't done a thousand times before- she put the word out about the Doctor, she looked for a place to stay for her and Martha- and maybe Susan, if they could. Now there was nothing to do but wait for Rose Tyler to show up. She shook her head, marveling.

The Rose Tyler. She'd heard so much about the other woman she felt like she knew her already. If her Doctor would get here already, he'd be so pleased. She was pleased, on his behalf. Rose Tyler. She couldn't believe she was going to meet the woman who was lost. She smiled to herself, marching the robot over the doily on her dresser, forgetting to feel foolish until there was a knock on the door.

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pinkandyellow
2011-07-22 07:29 pm UTC (link)

Rose winced in sympathy. “Tough break.” Rose really wasn't happy to be back in the shop, but at least she was used to it. She couldn't imagine putting all that effort into something and then just being told it was all for nothing. “Still. Doctor. She must be smart then. She probably picks things up quick enough.”

Right. Well, so much for easing that worry. At least he wasn't alone though. That was something. Course she had more questions now, but the way Donna refused to meet her eyes told her that her gut feeling coming in was right. “Well, good then,” she muttered. What else could she say? She followed Donna's line of sight. “Robots then.” She stared down at it. She could only make sense of the outfit. It was either stuck like the rest of them or had gotten history a bit wrong. Probably the first. Still, and she wasn't a history expert or anything, but the outfit was definitely pretty outdated. She fingered one of the sleeves. So what was it doing on robot from the future? “Do you think they were going for the real thing or just costume party?” She wasn't really sure where she was going with that, but hopefully it would help ease the awkward tension she had created.

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