Sep 16, 2011 01:31
Drifting through the vortex was lovely and all, but it's not long before Donna starts to grow restless. She's read two books, cleaned, cooked, done laundry, phoned home, done her hair, painted her nails and now she was bored. Like any human she's never satisfied. When they're running from deadly monsters all she wants is a vacation, and when she's relaxing all she wants is adventure.
Currently, she's draped over the jumpseat, watching as the Doctor does well, whatever it is the Doctor does when he's tinkering with the console. "Doc~tor~ I'm bored."
verse: fine line,
journal: gaillfreys_last