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Date: December 23rd, 2009
Time: 3:10 pm
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: The Rani and the Master
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13, just in case of evil plotting
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete
Christmas - the most annoying time of the Terran year to shop. Especially when one has absolutely no interest in tawdry gifts to woo or distract friends or lovers or family. Another reason for her to despise this so-wretched holiday, as if she didn't have enough reason with the crowds and utterly ghastly decorations plastered everywhere without a care in the world. At least something went right - today's attempt to acquire parts that can be coerced into passing for an alignment coil succeeded. Maybe, as she still hasn't gotten back to her TARDIS to begin work. But it does have potential, yes, there is indeed a great deal of potential resting in the sack in her pocket.
Weary of fighting through the madding crowd for the nonce, she managed to escape the press and make it to the relative calm of a cafe. Something hot to drink, and perhaps something to eat that she won't have to bother making herself. And then, back to the TARDIS. Before frustration with the sheer stupidity of the human race makes her do something rash.
Time: 3:10 pm
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: The Rani and the Master
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13, just in case of evil plotting
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete
Christmas - the most annoying time of the Terran year to shop. Especially when one has absolutely no interest in tawdry gifts to woo or distract friends or lovers or family. Another reason for her to despise this so-wretched holiday, as if she didn't have enough reason with the crowds and utterly ghastly decorations plastered everywhere without a care in the world. At least something went right - today's attempt to acquire parts that can be coerced into passing for an alignment coil succeeded. Maybe, as she still hasn't gotten back to her TARDIS to begin work. But it does have potential, yes, there is indeed a great deal of potential resting in the sack in her pocket.
Weary of fighting through the madding crowd for the nonce, she managed to escape the press and make it to the relative calm of a cafe. Something hot to drink, and perhaps something to eat that she won't have to bother making herself. And then, back to the TARDIS. Before frustration with the sheer stupidity of the human race makes her do something rash.