double rainbow all the way across the sky [Party Post]
[OOC: I'm sorry for the delay! I had an unexpected baseball game to attend for work. Don't ask. This is a PARTY POST. Feel free to make up booths that are there and thread-jack to your heart's content, tag characters multiple times, post characters in a couple times at different moments throughout the fair, feel free to assume that your character
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He does this by winning the game.
When that is preceded by a question, something along the lines of "How could you win if it can't be beaten?" he merely shrugs.
"I'm brilliant," he says before eating more cotton candy (though, he's switched off from the blue and onto the pink) and then he's moving along to interrogate the Ferris Wheel operator. There isn't anything that won't catch his attention today, however, as he's wide-eyed and curious about everything here.
He's also wanting to go on the carousel, though he has someone in mind to go with him.
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It was a break, if she's honest, from being Martha Jones. She wasn't a leader at all, but she supported her friend who was brilliant and she took a moment to stand on the sidelines, instead of the very front.
It still feels as though some switch has been set in the 'off' position, which is just as well. It's easy like this.
However, she stops whatever it is that she was doing when she notices the Doctor having a discussion with someone running one of the games. When he walks away from them, she claps.
"Very nicely done," Martha says, and smiling doesn't come easily but she tries. "You are brilliant."
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"I am," he says agreeably, then meanders on over to her side. He turns around in place, looking at all of the people and booths. There's so much to see.
There's laughter and color and people moving to grab their friends' hands. It's a moment of happiness.
"You're rather brilliant yourself, Martha Jones. This is quite the event." He nods, agreeing with himself, then he turns all of his attention to her and lifts his brows in question. "There's a carousel. It's been quite a while since I've ridden on a carousel."
That hint is all for you, Martha. So is the concern, alas.
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Why is it only wood and movement?
"Thank you," Martha says and smiles at him, watching his expressions, watching the way that he looks at everything.
If nothing else, it's distraction enough being beside him. It's like being somewhere else entirely. It's hard to fall back into emptiness when he's so distracting.
"Is that a hint, Mr. Smith?"
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"It is," he replies cheerfully, his head tilting slightly as he nods. It's simple movement, and it's followed with a smile of his own. It's a day for smiling, after all, and it's something he can find easily for Martha.
There's always movement. Worlds and time and air and breath and memory, everything moves and he moves with it. It's impossible to keep still, to ever keep still, in the midst of so much motion. It's part of the electricity that makes life possible, and he surrounds himself with it.
As they move, the sun shining down all the while, he points his hand toward the carousel. "I've got my eye on the blue horse," he admits. It's the one that passes closest to the edge, and were there a golden ring to grab, it would be best achieved by riding the blue horse.
There's not a ring, of course, but he's fond of the tale, so that's the horse he wants. The music is rather loud, the closer they get, so when he whispers, it's still rather loud. "We'll ( ... )
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As painful as parts of that journey had been for her, there's so much in it that's made her into someone better. There's so much in it that she remembers fondly, better than any other memory that she has now, and there are so many. It feels like she's lived lifetimes, and she smiles at his cheerful response, laughing softly ( ... )
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He also likes the blue horse because there are several interesting looking creatures around it. Martha will have her pick, and he's willing to 'help' the ride come to a stop directly in front of them so they'll be able to pick the best.
Of course, it doesn't seem he'll need to.
Martha is laughing, and it's a lovely sound. He laughs with her, simply because it's impossible not to. It's something he missed, even before he came here. It's simply seemed more profound in this place, in this city.
'I haven't forgotten how to run.'
He spies that smile, and there's one of his own threatening to ruin his 'serious face'. "I'm wearing my best trainers."
He's wearing his only trainers, of course.
His arm moves slightly, so he's gripping her hand, and when the carousel slows to a halt, he grins, one foot poised and ready to take off in a run. "Now!"
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She loves the sound of his laugh as well. Something in her chest relaxes at the sound, and it's easier to breathe. There's a lightness there in place of the emptiness. It's somehow easier after being away for two days to enjoy something as simple as that.
Martha looks down at those trainers when he mentions them, and then laughs, having a similar thought as the narration is having. "Of course you are," she says instead of reminding him that they're his only ones.
At the Now!, she does run, sprint in fact. They must look absolutely ridiculous, running through the mass of children to make it to the carousel first, and she couldn't care less how they looked. They're first to get to the carousel, and Martha does get to pick the duck to sit on.
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When she grabs the duck, he climbs aboard the mighty blue horse. He's feeling rather pleased with himself, and he waves jauntily at a little boy who seems to think he should have gotten the blue horse.
No. Such. Luck.
His legs are a bit long for the stirrups, and his knees are up rather high. This doesn't matter to him, and when the carousel starts up, lights and music bright and noisy, he laughs again. He sees a ridiculous pink-and-orange zebra and thinks Donna might have appreciated it. It's a pang and a laugh, and the laugh wins. At least today, it wins.
It's entirely too slow and absolutely absurd, and it's fun.
There's a mother sitting with her daughter in a sleigh, there's an elderly man waving to a child as they pass by, there's the carousel operator laughing every time they pass.
It's all very human and it's part of what he needs sometimes. There's Dr. Martha Jones on a duck, riding with him on a carousel, and it's a lovely day.
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He's riding his magnificent steed.
She's on this large duck.
They're on a carousel together, her and The Doctor.
This emotion that she's feeling if only for a moment, it may just be happiness.
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