tempora mutantur | the times, they are a-changin'
Characters: Donna Noble & Gene Hunt | closed
Rating: R for language
Time Period: Modern... and then some!
Location: Castle Interior, the Time Room
Relative Date: Late evening on the day of arrival, after this and this
Status: CLOSED and COMPLETE
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Donna hurried up the lawn; she hadn't realized she and Edie had gone so far in such a short time. She wondered how far in the opposite direction the grounds stretched. Perhaps she'd plan her next escape in that direction come morning (give or take an hour depending on how much she drank tonight). Tony had been just ahead of her - she was surprised she didn't catch up. She put it down to the miserable piece of luggage she was still dragging. She couldn't wait to stash the blasted case, but she'd come too far with it to leave it now, so she carried on.
She passed a great garden on her left - was that a maze? Whoever lived her was obviously a little on the eccentric side. Finally, she was crossing a relatively flat section of garden, and the castle loomed large. She didn't recognize this bit, but then she guessed any entrance would do. She could find Tony once inside. She crossed a small, intimate terrace with lots of what her granddad referred to as lovers' nooks. A door was partially hidden behind a potted topiary, but it opened easily.
Inside, she found herself in a wide hall. The light was dim, but she made her way without trouble. She padded down the plush runner, half-afraid to make any sort of noise. "Tony?" she said softly. She was careful not to turn down any other corridors or peek into any rooms that weren't already standing open, but still, she felt as though she felt as though the farther she went, the more turned around she was becoming. She felt sure were she to turn around and check, the hallway behind her would have been walled off. That was just her being silly, of course, but she was no less relieved when she turned to see the door she'd entered through still there, though it was awfully far away.
Still, no matter how glad she was to see the exit, she felt ill at ease, not to mention dead tired of hauling her luggage about. Donna figured Tony or no, she could still have a drink, so she entered the very next room she came to. It was a smallish library (well, small when compared with the rest of the place that is - the room could still have fit most of her mum's downstairs inside it), decorated in dark mahoganies and glossy cherrys. It was warm and inviting, and when Donna spotted a cut crystal decanter on a sideboard, she knew she'd found her stopping place.
She went to the bombe chest to one side and uncorked the liquor. It gave off the rosy, fireside scent of brandy, and indeed, there were shining snifters in the cabinet below. Donna helped herself to a glass and sank into a smooshy armchair, feeling much better than she had since disembarking from the helicopter earlier that day. She sighed and toed her shoes off, tucking her legs under her. Already, she felt heavy and tired, but not in the same way she'd felt on the way to the road - this was a normal tired, a good tired. She wondered idly if she should close the door, but before she could decide, her eyes closed and her chin sank to her chest.
Edited because someone doesn't follow directions very well, Donna.
Rating: R for language
Time Period: Modern... and then some!
Location: Castle Interior, the Time Room
Relative Date: Late evening on the day of arrival, after this and this
Status: CLOSED and COMPLETE
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Donna hurried up the lawn; she hadn't realized she and Edie had gone so far in such a short time. She wondered how far in the opposite direction the grounds stretched. Perhaps she'd plan her next escape in that direction come morning (give or take an hour depending on how much she drank tonight). Tony had been just ahead of her - she was surprised she didn't catch up. She put it down to the miserable piece of luggage she was still dragging. She couldn't wait to stash the blasted case, but she'd come too far with it to leave it now, so she carried on.
She passed a great garden on her left - was that a maze? Whoever lived her was obviously a little on the eccentric side. Finally, she was crossing a relatively flat section of garden, and the castle loomed large. She didn't recognize this bit, but then she guessed any entrance would do. She could find Tony once inside. She crossed a small, intimate terrace with lots of what her granddad referred to as lovers' nooks. A door was partially hidden behind a potted topiary, but it opened easily.
Inside, she found herself in a wide hall. The light was dim, but she made her way without trouble. She padded down the plush runner, half-afraid to make any sort of noise. "Tony?" she said softly. She was careful not to turn down any other corridors or peek into any rooms that weren't already standing open, but still, she felt as though she felt as though the farther she went, the more turned around she was becoming. She felt sure were she to turn around and check, the hallway behind her would have been walled off. That was just her being silly, of course, but she was no less relieved when she turned to see the door she'd entered through still there, though it was awfully far away.
Still, no matter how glad she was to see the exit, she felt ill at ease, not to mention dead tired of hauling her luggage about. Donna figured Tony or no, she could still have a drink, so she entered the very next room she came to. It was a smallish library (well, small when compared with the rest of the place that is - the room could still have fit most of her mum's downstairs inside it), decorated in dark mahoganies and glossy cherrys. It was warm and inviting, and when Donna spotted a cut crystal decanter on a sideboard, she knew she'd found her stopping place.
She went to the bombe chest to one side and uncorked the liquor. It gave off the rosy, fireside scent of brandy, and indeed, there were shining snifters in the cabinet below. Donna helped herself to a glass and sank into a smooshy armchair, feeling much better than she had since disembarking from the helicopter earlier that day. She sighed and toed her shoes off, tucking her legs under her. Already, she felt heavy and tired, but not in the same way she'd felt on the way to the road - this was a normal tired, a good tired. She wondered idly if she should close the door, but before she could decide, her eyes closed and her chin sank to her chest.
Edited because someone doesn't follow directions very well, Donna.