When she feels that first, familiar tilt toward nausea, she fights it. She doesn't want to be pulled somewhere new, not right now, not right now, not when she's just getting Gabriel back
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The TARDIS lets the Doctor know when there's been an intrusion into the TARDIS. Today, it's not just the soft alarm of an unfamiliar biosign on the ship - there's a louder, shrilling alarm that indicates potentially dangerous energies breaching the defenses of the ship itself, and the Doctor jumps so hard he smacks his head on the bottom of the console. All he was trying to do was make a few adjustments to the wiring, and he goes and nearly concusses himself. Typical
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Murphy twitches in surprise at the sound of the voice, still laying on the floor. It sounds familiar. Very familiar. But for some reason, hard to place. It takes a second for her to haul herself into a sitting position, and then, well. She can't quite believe her eyes.
She wants to smile, wants to laugh, wants to jump to her feet and wrap her arms around him and thank the powers that be for something familiar. But she's wrung out, for one. And for another... Just like when she fell through the rift this time, something seems wrong. Off.
Weeeell, that's... not quite right. He just stares at her for a moment before answering, trying to work out who she is. Someone from his personal future, maybe? Like running into River from time to time doesn't give him his fair share of that.
Or.... maybe not. Maybe she's been looking for him for something, maybe she did end up here by design, maybe...
"Yes, I'm the Doctor, you're on my TARDIS, hello!" His voice is briskly cheerful, but more preoccupied than anything else. "I don't think we've met." Pause. "Or at least, I haven't. I don't know about you."
Her disappointment shows. She can't help it. Maybe this will be her Doctor, or maybe it's a different one all together, but the bottom line is he doesn't know her. She's alone.
Alone and-- "I'm on the TARDIS?"
Murphy rolls on to all fours and hauls herself to her feet, still soaked through. She wrestles off one of her shoes, letting a dribble of water out before setting it aside and turning her attention to the other. That done, she turns and--socks making embarrassing squelching noises on the tile--walks right up to him and hugs him, close and tight. "I guess we haven't met. But, just an fyi--it's really, really good to see you."
She lets go and steps back, squeezing water out of her ponytail. Her tone is leaden with exhaustion. "So. What's going wrong?"
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She wants to smile, wants to laugh, wants to jump to her feet and wrap her arms around him and thank the powers that be for something familiar. But she's wrung out, for one. And for another... Just like when she fell through the rift this time, something seems wrong. Off.
"...Doctor?"
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Or.... maybe not. Maybe she's been looking for him for something, maybe she did end up here by design, maybe...
"Yes, I'm the Doctor, you're on my TARDIS, hello!" His voice is briskly cheerful, but more preoccupied than anything else. "I don't think we've met." Pause. "Or at least, I haven't. I don't know about you."
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Alone and-- "I'm on the TARDIS?"
Murphy rolls on to all fours and hauls herself to her feet, still soaked through. She wrestles off one of her shoes, letting a dribble of water out before setting it aside and turning her attention to the other. That done, she turns and--socks making embarrassing squelching noises on the tile--walks right up to him and hugs him, close and tight. "I guess we haven't met. But, just an fyi--it's really, really good to see you."
She lets go and steps back, squeezing water out of her ponytail. Her tone is leaden with exhaustion. "So. What's going wrong?"
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