Oncoming Storms - Prompt 165.5 - RP
Character(s): Donna Noble, and OPEN
Setting: Halloween, present day, in an idyllic suburb--or is it?
Warnings: Otherworldly shenanigans and candy?
Other notes: To be added if needed! As a personal note, I might be a bit slow tagging, but this is open to anyone!
Trick or Treat!
Delighted screams, giggles, and chattering of children filled her ears the moment she stepped outside the TARDIS. She didn't know exactly where she was--the Doctor had been a bit vague there, instead explaining to her why they were there--but from the decorations and myriad costumes wandering about, there was no mistaking what day it was: Halloween. Of course, many of the children were quickly pursued by parents in half-done costumes, their arms laden with pumpkin-shaped plastic buckets (or pillowcases, etc), coats, torches, and bits of costume that might have fallen off at some point--or had been refused to be worn for any longer than necessary after the obligatory photos at the start of the early evening's endeavours.
There was still a decent amount of light out still, but a biting chill ran down her spine, stirring the crisp, sharp scent of autumn and fallen red and golden leaves on the ground. She shivered slightly, but was glad her chosen costume was relatively warm. She'd found a pretty butterfly costume in the TARDIS wardrobe, complete with a sparkling antennae headband, fake wings, and a gratuitous amount of glitter she was sure to be washing out for weeks to come.
After a bit of wandering away down one of the streets, Donna finally checked the small device strapped to her wrist. The Doctor had thrust it into her hand before instructing her to dress for the occasion, and then darting out of the TARDIS doors, eager to find whatever or whoever had sent the distress signal. An instruction manual might have been nice, she thought glumly after a moment of poking at it with nothing to show from it yet. She highly suspected it was something thrown together by that space dunce in the past, so naturally, an explanation of how it worked was going to be the furthest thing from his mind.
"Well," she murmured under her breath, "let's see where you lead, hmm?" The night was still young, after all.
Setting: Halloween, present day, in an idyllic suburb--or is it?
Warnings: Otherworldly shenanigans and candy?
Other notes: To be added if needed! As a personal note, I might be a bit slow tagging, but this is open to anyone!
Trick or Treat!
Delighted screams, giggles, and chattering of children filled her ears the moment she stepped outside the TARDIS. She didn't know exactly where she was--the Doctor had been a bit vague there, instead explaining to her why they were there--but from the decorations and myriad costumes wandering about, there was no mistaking what day it was: Halloween. Of course, many of the children were quickly pursued by parents in half-done costumes, their arms laden with pumpkin-shaped plastic buckets (or pillowcases, etc), coats, torches, and bits of costume that might have fallen off at some point--or had been refused to be worn for any longer than necessary after the obligatory photos at the start of the early evening's endeavours.
There was still a decent amount of light out still, but a biting chill ran down her spine, stirring the crisp, sharp scent of autumn and fallen red and golden leaves on the ground. She shivered slightly, but was glad her chosen costume was relatively warm. She'd found a pretty butterfly costume in the TARDIS wardrobe, complete with a sparkling antennae headband, fake wings, and a gratuitous amount of glitter she was sure to be washing out for weeks to come.
After a bit of wandering away down one of the streets, Donna finally checked the small device strapped to her wrist. The Doctor had thrust it into her hand before instructing her to dress for the occasion, and then darting out of the TARDIS doors, eager to find whatever or whoever had sent the distress signal. An instruction manual might have been nice, she thought glumly after a moment of poking at it with nothing to show from it yet. She highly suspected it was something thrown together by that space dunce in the past, so naturally, an explanation of how it worked was going to be the furthest thing from his mind.
"Well," she murmured under her breath, "let's see where you lead, hmm?" The night was still young, after all.