Sticky. That's the first thing he feels when he steps out of the TARDIS. Stickyness under his feet. It wasn't so sticky at first, just cushy. Now it's sticky
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"Go on now, get out of here!" Vila says to the jelly babies in an unusually commanding voice. He's been lurking around in this part of Candyland for the better part of the day, and if he has to watch one more display of tooth-rotting, sugary-sweet affection, he just might wish that he was back on Cygnus Alpha.
Do him a favour, and don't mention gummy bears, or their gummy bear hugs.
They squeal and release the Doctor to toddle off, stumpy arms held over their head as they make their getaway. The Doctor is left a little flummoxed (and still a bit sticky), but none the worse for the wear.
Leaving footprints through the icing grass he makes his way over to the gingerbread sidewalk. "My hero. I'm the Doctor, by the way!" Oh, he ought to pop off his hat with that, too. So he does so. Plus that removed hat gives him a chance to rub the side of his head and ruffle up some curly brown hair. "I took a bit of a knock on the head before I got here. Could you tell me where we are?"
He didn't half expect that to work, and watches, bewildered, as the jelly babies scamper off. If only that would've worked on Tarrant, the last time he mustered the courage to try it.
"Vila," he says with a smile, once his attention turns back toward the sticky doctor. "It's a... a fictional place, apparently. I'm still not sure about it, myself."
"Fictional place, fictional place...," he repeats lowly under his breath, looking around. He really should remember, but he just couldn't manage it. His cheeks puff out with a breath of exasperation, before he bursts into an abrupt grin and scrapes his feet off on the path.
Which ends in the soles covered in ginger-scented crumbs.
"Is there a part of this place that doesn't make one's teeth ache at the sight of it. I'm assuming the TARDIS will be well enough off, or else I'll be forced to ravenously eat my way back to her." The ravenously receives a thick roll of the 'r'.
With hands in pockets, Vila digs at the gingerbread pathway with his shoe.
"Well, there's a forest back that way." He motions toward the East. "Complete with babbling brook, seat-sized toadstools, and a unicorn. That might be safe, if you don't crave unicorn and toadstool sandwiches."
"Never been much on unicorns I'm afraid. But a babbling brook might be a start to something." He starts toward the East, then.
"Not much civilization? Fictional places have those, usually." And then he turns to make sure Vila is coming with him. That's what one usually does, after all; follow new people when they meet them.
Do him a favour, and don't mention gummy bears, or their gummy bear hugs.
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Leaving footprints through the icing grass he makes his way over to the gingerbread sidewalk. "My hero. I'm the Doctor, by the way!" Oh, he ought to pop off his hat with that, too. So he does so. Plus that removed hat gives him a chance to rub the side of his head and ruffle up some curly brown hair. "I took a bit of a knock on the head before I got here. Could you tell me where we are?"
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"Vila," he says with a smile, once his attention turns back toward the sticky doctor. "It's a... a fictional place, apparently. I'm still not sure about it, myself."
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Which ends in the soles covered in ginger-scented crumbs.
"Is there a part of this place that doesn't make one's teeth ache at the sight of it. I'm assuming the TARDIS will be well enough off, or else I'll be forced to ravenously eat my way back to her." The ravenously receives a thick roll of the 'r'.
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"Well, there's a forest back that way." He motions toward the East. "Complete with babbling brook, seat-sized toadstools, and a unicorn. That might be safe, if you don't crave unicorn and toadstool sandwiches."
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"Not much civilization? Fictional places have those, usually." And then he turns to make sure Vila is coming with him. That's what one usually does, after all; follow new people when they meet them.
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