This is going to be a lovely cycle of indignant, until one of them figures out what's going on.
"I wasn't looking," she scowls. "I can't help reading what's right on the surface. And anyway, I saw her taking the doodle angel back to the medical room. So there."
The Doctor really shouldn't be annoyed as he is, but he doesn't stop to consider that the cause of his annoyance might be something outside himself. Instead, he just stuffs the phone back in his pocket and glares at her.
"Well, you go barging into someone's mind once, they're going to make assumptions the next time they see you. Lesson you ought to have learned before now."
"If that's not the problem… what is the problem? Assuming that there is a problem" Jet frowns slightly and tilts her head, questions of technology forgotten.
She's always been too nosy for her own good, but being nosy means being more informed.
Or being chased, but this person doesn't seem to be somebody who would chase her.
She's not in her park today, but in a different sort altogether it seems.
Lavendar just needed to be out and about, moving in fresh air and whatnot. She had been spinning about in the grass, arms outstretched, face lifted to the sky. Only when she tumbled to the ground near a park bench did she notice the man.
He did look vaguely familiar. "You look sad," she states quietly, looking up at him from the grass, "Is your friend not picking up?" She's assuming it's a friend, anyway. That' Lavendar, always on the positive. Overly, so.
The Doctor blinks at the voice, looking up and quickly closing the phone like he hadn't just been having a minor crisis over something as simple as dialing a phone.
"Nah," he says with a bit of a smile. "I haven't actually called her yet. Just thinking about it." He'll overlook the comment about looking sad, because it's something he'd just rather not address.
Lavendar knows she's probably seen this fellow before, but she can't quite place it.
"I bet she'll like it. Friends always like to hear from friends. Maybe you should bring her here! Parks are always so pretty." There is a small giggle, a smile (both appear too childish for her apparent age) and she sits up.
There's almost something eerie about her, if he watches close enough. Any passing adults seem to pay no mind to the fact that she's sitting in their way -- in fact, they don't see her at all.
"Oh, I'm sure she's been here before." He waves his hand dismissively in the direction of the Conrad. "She lives right over there, after all."
It feels like he ought to know her, but he's been so distracted since he got here trying to find a way to get everyone back, he hasn't paid much attention to anyone but the people who help him reach his immediate goal. And those (like Des) who just plain annoy him.
Martha missed the first call, because she had been busy helping Becky just as April had told the Doctor, but she checks her mobile as constantly as possible, though. Mostly for Brando, in case of emergencies, she doesn't honestly expect the Doctor to call her.
It never does quite stop, but she's certainly been out looking for the Doctor other than that day they ran into Calisto. She took Eloi once and Brando gave her use of the limo one evening he was on the streets searching for Calisto, spurred into action by Romana's presence, most likely.
She sees the missed call and flips the phone on. The number listed under missed calls... Martha sits and calls it back, desperately hoping that he'll actually answer (that it's actually him that has the phone) and cursing herself for not keeping the bloody thing with her.
The phone's never actually rung since he had it, so it startles him when it does, and he blinks at it for a second before flipping it open and holding it to his ear.
"Martha?"
Right. Because there's a chance it's someone else calling him.
"Oh, thank God," Martha murmurs, letting out the breath that she'd been holding and pressing her hand to her forehead as she bites down on her lower lip.
"Sorry. I missed your call. I was...erhm." She frowns, brows furrowing. "Busy. Where are you?" The words come out more desperate and concerned than she'd intended them to, which just makes her sigh, attempting to relax. "I mean. You're still in the city, right? Not... in Barbados... or anything?"
"No, I'm-" He stops and frowns a little. "Why would I be in Barbados? I mean, I can understand being concerned I left, but Barbados? I mean, it's not bad as tropical islands go..."
Yes, he's going to continue rambling until she reminds him he hasn't actually told her where he is, as opposed to where he isn't.
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And then he turns to look at her, giving her a slightly indignant look.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you to stay out of people's heads?"
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This is going to be a lovely cycle of indignant, until one of them figures out what's going on.
"I wasn't looking," she scowls. "I can't help reading what's right on the surface. And anyway, I saw her taking the doodle angel back to the medical room. So there."
Sometimes, April really is fourteen.
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"Well, you go barging into someone's mind once, they're going to make assumptions the next time they see you. Lesson you ought to have learned before now."
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Jet was never one for listening to orders, they bore her.
Stay inside, listen to your superiors, don’t touch that button, don’t get eaten by that shadow monster...
Life is better without rules.
Or at least that’s what Jet thinks, it’s probably best not to trust her opinion.
Especially when her opinion states that bouncing over the back of benches with a bruised hip is absolutely fine.
Jet leans back with a wince and eyes the phone with a small frown “even I know vaguely how to operate one of those.”
Note the “vaguely” and bow; you are in the presence of an obvious master of human culture.
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"Twenty-first century technology, it's child's play to operate. That's not the problem."
Not that he'll admit there is a problem, naturally...
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She's always been too nosy for her own good, but being nosy means being more informed.
Or being chased, but this person doesn't seem to be somebody who would chase her.
He looks rather like a serial runner to her.
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"There's not. A problem, I mean. I was just... you know... thinking." Cue expansive and vague gestures that may or may not be mean to elaborate.
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Lavendar just needed to be out and about, moving in fresh air and whatnot. She had been spinning about in the grass, arms outstretched, face lifted to the sky. Only when she tumbled to the ground near a park bench did she notice the man.
He did look vaguely familiar. "You look sad," she states quietly, looking up at him from the grass, "Is your friend not picking up?" She's assuming it's a friend, anyway. That' Lavendar, always on the positive. Overly, so.
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"Nah," he says with a bit of a smile. "I haven't actually called her yet. Just thinking about it." He'll overlook the comment about looking sad, because it's something he'd just rather not address.
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"I bet she'll like it. Friends always like to hear from friends. Maybe you should bring her here! Parks are always so pretty." There is a small giggle, a smile (both appear too childish for her apparent age) and she sits up.
There's almost something eerie about her, if he watches close enough. Any passing adults seem to pay no mind to the fact that she's sitting in their way -- in fact, they don't see her at all.
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It feels like he ought to know her, but he's been so distracted since he got here trying to find a way to get everyone back, he hasn't paid much attention to anyone but the people who help him reach his immediate goal. And those (like Des) who just plain annoy him.
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It never does quite stop, but she's certainly been out looking for the Doctor other than that day they ran into Calisto. She took Eloi once and Brando gave her use of the limo one evening he was on the streets searching for Calisto, spurred into action by Romana's presence, most likely.
She sees the missed call and flips the phone on. The number listed under missed calls... Martha sits and calls it back, desperately hoping that he'll actually answer (that it's actually him that has the phone) and cursing herself for not keeping the bloody thing with her.
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"Martha?"
Right. Because there's a chance it's someone else calling him.
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"Sorry. I missed your call. I was...erhm." She frowns, brows furrowing. "Busy. Where are you?" The words come out more desperate and concerned than she'd intended them to, which just makes her sigh, attempting to relax. "I mean. You're still in the city, right? Not... in Barbados... or anything?"
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Yes, he's going to continue rambling until she reminds him he hasn't actually told her where he is, as opposed to where he isn't.
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