Tea on Tripollicus XII. Lovely planet, lovely people. That's what the Doctor had said. Best tea in the galaxy. So, why the heck had Donna been running from a very big spider thing for the past half hour
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"It was XI not XII!" the Doctor yelled at the top of his lung as he ran across the muddy ground. He always got Roman numerals wrong. The tea was on the next planet, giant spiders on this plant. Of course! It all seemed so simple now, no wonder Adam kept on asking if he was sure. The bloody numerals.
Yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran, flailing his arms awkward, he managed to attract most of them to himself, pulling them away from Donna. The spiders seemed to have a rule - when in doubt, always follow the wailing pink flesh creature thing.
The Doctor went right in a loop, slipped down a muddy hill and landed right in the swamp. He didn't start panicking till he was sinking.
Typical. Time Lord brain jam-packed full of knowledge and he can't even get his Roman numerals right. Sigh. How he had survived this long without being killed beyond regeneration Donna would never know.
Oh great. And now he was stuck in a swamp. A sinking swamp. Some cruel, evil, twisted part of Donna wanted to leave him there. It'd serve him right. Tea indeed. She was dressed in her tea drinking finery and now it was ruined.
"Stop flailing around. You'll sink quicker." She made her way to the edge of the swamp. Oh, there boots were so ruined. She reached out her hand to him. "Come on, you idiot, before those spiders catch up and turn you into a snack."
Oh yuck, he was waist deep and the swamp was plastering his trousers to him. He gripped Donna tight and kicked his legs, managing to get out of the swamp, dragging half of it out with him. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed Donna's hand with his own muddy one and dragged her off to the TARDIS.
Adam was lucky that he was sick and refused to come, at least he kept himself and Percy safe. That meant it was just the two of them fumbling about in a swamp.
"Next time, I'll check. This was completely my fault, I take full blame. But, well, make sure to wipe your feet when we get in."
"Watch it with the mud, Spaceman!" Great, now she was covered in even more mud. Once they got back she would be forever claiming the bathroom. "And yes, yes it is all your fault. Mister 'I know everything about everything'."
The comment about wiping her feet only received a death glare. Someone wasn't a happy bunny.
She ran with him. The TARDIS wasn't that far away now. She stopped suddenly, pulling the Doctor to a halt with her. Great. The quickest path to the TARDIS was blocked by very angry, very hungry, very giant spiders. "I hate spiders..."
"I'm not a fan myself," The Doctor admitted as he picked up a nearby stick and ran at the spider, whacking it on the head and trying to get around it. Oh it was repulsive, his skin almost crawled. He dealt with a lot of thing and he generally loved everything but-- well, ew. Spiders were not nice.
"Just don't let it bite you."
Running again, the Doctor doubled back, went round the back and tried his best to find an alternate path. Which, of course, meant running through yet more mud and grime. Sorry Donna.
"Um... Just out of interest... what happens if they bite us?!" Not that she was asking because of the incredibly painful puncture wounds on her hand or anything. Nope. Not bitten.
She ran after him. No way was he going to leave her behind with the spiders while he went looking for a safe path. "Wait up!"
"Well, it just really hurts!" the Doctor admitted but it wasn't wise to get bitten at all. There weren't any real side affects except pain but pain wasn't much of a side effect, was it? It was expected. Considering the, erm, big bitey teeth spiders had. And yes, bitey was indeed a word.
Slowing down enough so she could catch his hand, he picked up speed again and they both ran like lunatics for the TARDIS. "We're never going for tea again!"
Really, really hurts to be precise. Really hurts and oozes goo. Lovely. Still, Donna would worry about the oozing, gloopy, painful wound later.
She clung to his hand as they ran. One day she'd be as fit as him. Really, she would... Once they reached the TARDIS, she was out of breath and pretty sure her feet had died somewhere along the line. And she had lost a boot in the mud.
She rested her forehead against the door, trying to catch her breath, pressing a kiss to the wood. "We can have tea, just make sure we are on the right planet first..."
The Doctor fumbled about and unlocked the TARDIS. And, as they got inside, the Doctor stopped and panted loudly. Sure he had brilliant biology but even he couldn't last that long running and not have a slight loss of breath.
Slumping down the door, he gave Donna a small apologetic frown.
"Erm, sorry about that. Do you still want the tea or should we just leave it?"
((ooc: I'm off to bed, by the way. Not feeling too good <333))
Donna removed her remaining boot and dumped it unceremoniously on the ground outside the TARDIS door. No point keeping one ruined boot, and she wasn't about to back-track through spider hell to find the other.
She wiggled her toes against the grating. "I need a shower, or a bath or sommat, and then we can go to the right place and the right time and get tea."
"Sorry about that. Really," the Doctor apologised again as he peeled off his mud soaked coat. Sinking into that swamp had affectively ruined all of his clothes. And that meant pin stripe was out till he could fix it. Good luck telling the difference between two blue suited lookalikes. Rubbing at his eyes, he exhaled slowly.
"We should both really use a shower. I get top floor, you can have ground?"
"As long as you don't get the TARDIS to send all the hot water to your shower like the last time we both needed showers at the same time." Donna didn't much fancy a freezing cold shower, thank you very much.
She rubbed at her aching hand. Oh lovely, more goo. Oh, she hated spiders so much.
"I'm not going to use it all... just most of it," the Doctor muttered, shoving his yet wet and muddy hands into his equally wet and muddy trousers, heading off to the top floor to use his shower. Course, he wanted to get all of this done before Adam caught him and pointed out the obvious. Bastard.
Git. Donna needed hot water far more than the Doctor did. She was female and human and just needed it more! She gave a huff. "I'm sure if I get lost, the TARDIS will point me in the right direction."
And off she went, heading for a nice, hot, long shower.
The Doctor obviously disagreed considering how much hot water he used of his own. He sang at the top of his lungs as he washed off the mud and dirty from his body and face. Ah it was so relaxing to have hot water warming him up. Just perfect, all of it was.
He'd check in on Donna when he was done hogging the hot water.
So much for nice, hot and long. After a few minutes of scrubbing mud, grime and other nasty substances off of her body under the steaming jet of water it started to run cool, then cooler until only cold water ran out.
Donna managed to tolerate the cold water long enough to shampoo and condition her hair before having to give it up.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself and another around her hair. She was going to kill him. She wondered what the sentence would be for murdering the Last of the Time Lords™...
Yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran, flailing his arms awkward, he managed to attract most of them to himself, pulling them away from Donna. The spiders seemed to have a rule - when in doubt, always follow the wailing pink flesh creature thing.
The Doctor went right in a loop, slipped down a muddy hill and landed right in the swamp. He didn't start panicking till he was sinking.
"Gah! Donnnnna!"
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Oh great. And now he was stuck in a swamp. A sinking swamp. Some cruel, evil, twisted part of Donna wanted to leave him there. It'd serve him right. Tea indeed. She was dressed in her tea drinking finery and now it was ruined.
"Stop flailing around. You'll sink quicker." She made her way to the edge of the swamp. Oh, there boots were so ruined. She reached out her hand to him. "Come on, you idiot, before those spiders catch up and turn you into a snack."
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Adam was lucky that he was sick and refused to come, at least he kept himself and Percy safe. That meant it was just the two of them fumbling about in a swamp.
"Next time, I'll check. This was completely my fault, I take full blame. But, well, make sure to wipe your feet when we get in."
Well, he had to ask!
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The comment about wiping her feet only received a death glare. Someone wasn't a happy bunny.
She ran with him. The TARDIS wasn't that far away now. She stopped suddenly, pulling the Doctor to a halt with her. Great. The quickest path to the TARDIS was blocked by very angry, very hungry, very giant spiders. "I hate spiders..."
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"Just don't let it bite you."
Running again, the Doctor doubled back, went round the back and tried his best to find an alternate path. Which, of course, meant running through yet more mud and grime. Sorry Donna.
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She ran after him. No way was he going to leave her behind with the spiders while he went looking for a safe path. "Wait up!"
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Slowing down enough so she could catch his hand, he picked up speed again and they both ran like lunatics for the TARDIS. "We're never going for tea again!"
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She clung to his hand as they ran. One day she'd be as fit as him. Really, she would... Once they reached the TARDIS, she was out of breath and pretty sure her feet had died somewhere along the line. And she had lost a boot in the mud.
She rested her forehead against the door, trying to catch her breath, pressing a kiss to the wood. "We can have tea, just make sure we are on the right planet first..."
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Slumping down the door, he gave Donna a small apologetic frown.
"Erm, sorry about that. Do you still want the tea or should we just leave it?"
((ooc: I'm off to bed, by the way. Not feeling too good <333))
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She wiggled her toes against the grating. "I need a shower, or a bath or sommat, and then we can go to the right place and the right time and get tea."
((ooc: Feel better soon Monkie ♥ ))
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"We should both really use a shower. I get top floor, you can have ground?"
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She rubbed at her aching hand. Oh lovely, more goo. Oh, she hated spiders so much.
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"You know where you're going, right?"
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And off she went, heading for a nice, hot, long shower.
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He'd check in on Donna when he was done hogging the hot water.
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Donna managed to tolerate the cold water long enough to shampoo and condition her hair before having to give it up.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself and another around her hair. She was going to kill him. She wondered what the sentence would be for murdering the Last of the Time Lords™...
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