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Post by donnanoble on Oct 25, 2009 19:05:25 GMT -5
"Another drink, ma'am?"
Donna downed her the rest of her strawberry daquiri, and nodded as she winced during a brain freeze, "Couldn't say no. Fill 'er up..."
Tapping her fingers on the bartop, she looked at her watched. She wasn't waiting for anyone in particular, but it couldn't hurt to have a civil, or better yet, human conversation once in a while. Being stuck with the Doctor sort of tooks its toll during the last few months. Not that she had anything against him; the man was brilliant. However, it all came down to the fact that she had no social life. Communicating with the Ood, didn't count, not did dealing with Sontarans ever come close to being apart of her social life.
She did consider visiting her mother and grandfather in London, but she couldn't leave the Doctor here alone. She wasn't his companion for nothing, and so she could not bare to leave him.
The drink arrived and she flashed a smile, immidiatly taking another sip of the elegantly-dressed cocktail, complete with a mini-umbrella. Sometimes, she needed time to herself to kick back and enjoy it while it lasts.
"This ain't so bad...Cheers, Donna -" She raised her glass whilst talking to herself. A few people turned to stare, but she ignored them, knowing fully well that she deserved this drink more than the last one. |
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Post by Rose Tyler on Oct 26, 2009 2:22:50 GMT -5
Rose stepped into the bar, looking around cautiously. You had to be careful about which Cardiff bar you went into. Some of them where great, but some of them were just plain dodgy - and places someone with any ounce of concern for their personal welfare shouldn't go into. Not that Rose was exactly one of those people. She was more the sort to rush head first into something, and realise only afterwards that she couldn't get herself out. Luckily those situations were usually with the Doctor, and he always had some plan or another. However, over the past couple of years, she had been forced to learn the skill of stepping back from soemthing, and going in with at least a backup plan, if improvisation failed you. Which it often did.
But this was a bar. The only threat here was a perverted drunk, and thanks to some basic combat training in T1, she could handle that just fine. And this one looked alright.
She headed towards the front, and spotted a free seat next to a red head who was looking just a little tipsy. The sight of a redhead brought the Doctor back to mind - it didn't take much. She'd popped her head into the Tardis on her way over, fully intending to drag him out for a drink. But he had his head down into the centre of the Tardis, and no amount of pleading, begging and promises could get him out of there. She fully understood his desperation to get the old girl running again, but his obsession was starting to wear on her nerves. She just had to make sure he was eating.
As the bar tender server the girl next to her, she rose her finger to him, and asked for a squash. As the girl raised her voice, she turned to her.
"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness - or too much to drink" she added with a friendly smile, to let her know it was a joke. |
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Post by donnanoble on Oct 26, 2009 4:10:47 GMT -5
Donna took another hasty sip of her drink, Well, more like a 'glug', actually. She knew it wasn't very lady-like, but she did not seem to care what anyone else thought about it. If the rest of Cardiff knew where she had been, they'd order another round of drinks as well. Or throw a tequila night. Either way, they better be sure to mind their own business.
Being a little bit tipsy, she barely noticed a shuffle beside her as person sat next to her. The woman must have said something to her, because Donna could barely make out what she was saying.
"Well, about time, spaceman...Ya found me! Where the devil have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere..." Of course she immediatly thought it was the Doctor, but it was not until she turned to face a blonde-headed woman did she realise it was not him. Her face turned into suprise, as her red hair flicked around her face. She blew a strand away. She must look like a wreck. "Oh, sorry - Thought you were someone else. Tell me, hun, where to lost men flock to?" Whether it made sense to the young woman or not, she had no idea. It was a friendlier version of, 'Where the hell does a lost Doctor go to, when his TARDIS fails to move anywhere?' |
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Post by Rose Tyler on Nov 1, 2009 1:19:49 GMT -5
Rose payed for her drink, and took a gulp, just slightly more gracefully than the red head, who seemed to have had at least too many, by the slight slur in her voice as she misaddressed Rose. She grinned.
“If only I knew.” She sighed. “Even when they’re standing in front of you, they seem to be in another world.” Inwardly, Rose had to raise question at what she was saying. Alcohol had a strange effect on her, even just a touch. There was a reason she didn’t drink great amounts. She didn’t hold it well. Besides, the way she saw it, life was crazy enough without doing things to make it more so.
She held out her hand to the red head. “I’m Rose. Rose Tyler.”
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Post by donnanoble on Nov 1, 2009 21:29:54 GMT -5
"Oh, lovey, I know exactly what you mean - " She smiled, which must have looked slightly lop-sided due to the effects of the drinks. Frankly, she hasn't had enough.
The woman announced her name while Donna was taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes were wide open, and she nearly choked. "Rose? Rose Tyler? As in, the Rose Tyler? Bloody hell! I've heard an aweful lot about you, missy. It's about time we meet - " She gave the blonde girl a wide grin, looking much like the chesire cat. The woman was just as the Doctor described her. Youthful, friendly, and not to mention the fact she was blonde. After all this time enduring the Doctor's rants about Rose, they finally meet. It was about time, too.
"The Doctor simply adores you, Rose. The name's Donna Noble. Nice to finally meet you!" She rested a hand on the womans shoulder, finally relieved to meet someone who knows the Doctor. |
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Post by Rose Tyler on Nov 4, 2009 3:08:38 GMT -5
Rose started at the somewhat excited reaction she received from the woman as she introduced herself. She didn’t think she’d gotten such a reaction before, and a number of manes went through her mind that might have spoken so highly of her to get it. Well, not really a number. Four if she was being honest, and half of them where in another dimension, where she no longer had any clue of what was going on, or indeed if they were still alive.
No, that wasn’t a good way to think. Not helpful at all.
The woman’s next words confirmed her suspicions. The Doctor – who else. As she introduced herself to Rose, she found herself looking the woman over in a whole new light. This must be the Doctor’s new companion, or course. Rose’s ‘replacement’ as she’d said to him earlier. His choice certainly didn’t surprise her, although the Doctor didn’t choose companions as much as find them. Red head, friendly, a little odd, but not weirdly so. So far, Rose couldn’t complain. She grinned back at Donna, just as widely. “Donna. So you’re the new woman. How are you finding him?” Inwardly, Rose was pleased to hear that the Doctor had been talking about her. After all, what woman didn’t like to know her man had talked about her like that while she was away? |
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Post by donnanoble on Nov 4, 2009 5:30:00 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry for the short post >.<]
Now that she engaged in a very interesting conversation, she decided to put her glass down. "Yeah, that's me. The Doctor? Bit of a nutter and an oddball, but other than that, he's not too bad. We got along, which was the main thing. I didn't think we would."
She beamed at the blonde woman. Now she understood why the Doctor liked Rose so much. She was rather nice, friendly and very beautiful. Ah, to be young again. Then she did a double-take, and her grin turned to confusion.
"Wait a minute - From what I heard you were off in another dimemsion? What's up with that? No offense, love, but how come your back here?" |
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Post by futuredoctor on Nov 5, 2009 8:49:00 GMT -5
 Travelling through time and space is one thing, but travelling through different dimensions and timelines is another. If the Doctor once thought time-travel was rough, his opinion surely has changed now. With sparks and flames bursting in and out of the console right in front of him, the Doctor is surely in deep trouble right now. It was all because of a foolish decision to follow his enemies to anywhere and anywhen they went to. Judging with the damage that is being done on the TARDIS, the Doctor surely regretted his decision. The TARDIS stood for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. It was the Doctor's transport throughout time and space. It may look like a clunky, old wooden police box, but it actually is far more than that. Inside the box are countless spacious rooms that makes the TARDIS an impossible thing by itself. The explanation for that is that it is Transcendental in nature. It's bigger in the inside as many people termed it in their own simple way. Like his previous incarnations, the Doctor always radically changed the desktop theme of his interior. The Doctor has currently set his desktop theme to the Disco TARDIS theme. Apparently it was dark inside with a lot of purple neon lights surrounding a pillar in the middle. That said pillar had the time rotor of the TARDIS in it and the console itself. Unlike previous consoles, this console seemed to have a touch screen of some sort and the things that seem to be tangible on it are nothing but a handbrake and a coffee maker. But enough with the descriptions as the neon lights on the walls of the TARDIS are now a bright, scarlet red. Upon hearing the cloister bell, the awkwardly dressed Time Lord looked severely distressed and simply said, "Well, that certainly ruins my day." "Time to start the emergency materialization Watson!" the Doctor shouted as he began to push several buttons on the touch screen. Fires began to manifest within the console room and the Doctor looked up only to see nothing but thin air in front of him. Remembering that his good old companion, Watson, wasn't travelling with him anymore, the Doctor looked crestfallen and slipped underneath the console to do some jiggery pokery of his own. You see, the Doctor never had a companion for the past five hundred years as things got dangerous back then. His last companion, Watson, almost died because the Doctor was too lazy to deal with things. With Watson losing his hand in the misadventure, the Doctor swore to never take on a companion once more till things in the galaxy got better. He might have broken that promise to himself during his Eleventh incarnation, but never again will the Doctor take a companion. But seeing how his little promise lead him to this state, the Doctor said in annoyance, "Alright! That's it!" The Doctor stood up and took out a wooden mallet from his pockets, "I'm getting too old for this. Maybe it's time for me to take on a companion..." The Doctor seem to grin madly, despite the situation, but his grin disappeared when the TARDIS shook violently. "Maybe not," the Doctor said as he threw the mallet away and pulled down the handbrake. A second later, the TARDIS materialized within an alley and appeared to be spinning out of control. The blue box slammed into a wall and remained motionless. Three seconds later, the coughing Doctor emerged from the TARDIS, whose console room is now filled with smoke. The Doctor put on his coat and closed the TARDIS' doors. The Doctor exhaled in relief and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Well...I better leave you here to cool down a bit. I'll just...take a peek to see where I am hmm!" The moment the 2, 758 year old Time Lord got out of the alley was the moment the Doctor knew something was wrong here. Smelling something was out of place here, the Doctor went inside what seemed a small cozy pub. It didn't look much, but it was good enough for this insane alien. The Doctor knew he shouldn't be drinking and all, but his mind kept telling him that he should relax as the Eternals can wait later. Such is the habit of the Doctor. Such extreme measures of procrastination the Doctor employs from time to time and looking at his 'record' so far, a little drink wouldn't hurt. "Landlord, give me a pint of your finest lager," the Doctor said in a rather 'posh' way as he sat on the bar counter. After seeing the bar man nod at him, the Doctor saw there were two ladies a seat away from him. At first the Doctor thought they were people whom he thought he knew and it was nigh impossible for them to be there anyway. But as soon as he heard the blonde speak, the Doctor stood up as if he was in a trance and stood in in between both women. He looked like as if he was going to cry and he asked in a rather sorrowful voice. "Excuse me ladies, but you two aren't Rose Tyler and Donna Noble right?" |
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Post by donnanoble on Nov 8, 2009 19:34:09 GMT -5
[Was gonna wait for Rose, but i'll put in a post anyway]
Donna smiled at the young woman, trying to gather anything in her crazy mind that the Doctor might have said about Rose. Usually he would only mention little things with her, because he seemed to get emotional over what had happened to her. The Doctor may have mentioned it somewhere along the line, but Donna wanted to know more. How they came to be; how they met; why Rose got her ticket into the TARDIS; and even the events that unfolded as they parted.
But as she opened her mouth to say something, a figure loomed over her casting a very unwelcoming shadow. She was just about to say 'Doctor', when she realised that the shadow belong to a slightly bulkier man. Tough luck for the beanpole of a Doctor she knew. She turned around in irritation. The man said her name; and Rose's for that matter.
"Oi - bugger off, won't you?!" She just about to return to her drink, when she shot him another look with an eyebrow raised, "Besides, who's askin'?"
Actually, that gave her the time to fully look at this man. He was rather...handsome, actually. Much to Donna's liking, but there was an air of familiarity about him that she could not quite grasp. He seemed to have the wackyiest sense of style as the Doctor. She glanced down at his shoes. No converse there. |
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Post by Rose Tyler on Nov 12, 2009 5:31:41 GMT -5
Rose grinned, about to reply to Donna's comment on the Doctor, when a shadow fell over the two of them and where they were sitting. She turned to face him, curious, and her eyes met quite a hulk of a man, around about in his forties and certainly not attractive. However, this was not what threw her.
It was when he said her name.
Of course, she'd just told it to Donna herself, but it wasn't that he knew her name that threw her off. It was the tone that he said it in - like it almost hurt. She raised an eyebrow, her heart panging at the sorrow, and spoke to him, certainly not as defensively as the fiery red head beside her had.
"That'd be us." she replied. "As Donna asked, who would you be? And can we help you?"
[sorry its midget]
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