So, there really are other worlds here. (Active/Open)

[oi_earthgirl]

Character(s): Donna Noble and whoever shows up.
Content: With the Doctor distracted by the going's on, Donna decides to do a bit of exploring. And then she finds Destiny Islands.
Setting: Destiny Islands
Time: Week 26.
Warnings: None at this moment.

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[cowardly_hero]

The apartment was getting crowded. Three demons, two Nobodies, a human, a lion, a warthog and a meerkat simply did not mix well in such a small space. And though Timon was more than stubborn enough to refuse surrender of the bed he had claimed for himself, he had begun to get the feeling that it was time to move on. Between the Vyers’ horrid breakfast platters and dreadful singing in the shower, there were still the ongoing antics of the others. He had grown to call the apartment home but it never could be home. He wanted somewhere out in the ‘outdoors’ as Vyers had referred to it. At least, as close to the outdoors as he could get in a castle. This is what had brought the island to his attention. The grass, sand, the great, big, bright thing in the other big blue thing, and all the bugs he could eat. Not to mention the cover the place held from the Organization. Everyone lived in the city, they stuck to one floor. But that didn’t mean they had to.

With these things in mind, Timon took forth in a journey he quickly come to regret, ready to head back the moment he had been forced to travel by foot outside the cities gates. But after far more walking than he had ever planned to have done, he finally reached the same door he remembered Vyers had brought him too, the door to Destiny Islands. And if he had made it this far on his own, he could not turn back now. Not unless something spooked him, anyway.

Timon had not been on the island terribly long before Donna’s arrival. He had begun by simply wandering along the guided path before he had caught sight of a beetle crawling across the ground. Without a second thought, he immediately followed it into a bush where he was rewarded an entire nest for his efforts. The meerkat had just finished feasting on the succulent little entrées and had begun to prepare himself for the main course, an entire colony of ants he had discovered down by the water before he heard a voice. A woman’s voice.

“Oi, who’s there?” he called out, taking hold of the nearest object in hopes of using it to defend himself. It turned out to be a stick, no larger than Timon himself, and ultimately a pretty lousy weapon. None the less, he held onto it tightly, daring to only peeking out from behind the rock he used to take cover. The voice was not one he recognized but they did not seem to carry a particularly threatening scent. They were definitely not a Nobody, or Heartless, or any other monster that had been known to muck about the city - er, island. Castle. Whatever.