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[walkingthedust]

[Donna wakes up, stretches, and yawns - then pauses for a moment and double-takes]

[in a distinctly male and Scottish voice] Oh, hell, not again.

[Peter Carlisle]
Do I even need to ask where my body's gone?

Comments

Donna

[hollowlegs]

[grumble] You won't have to look far.

Peter

[walkingthedust]

Every bloody time. This place must hate us.

Donna

[hollowlegs]

I'm really beginning to believe that, yes.

Peter

[walkingthedust]

[sigh] At least you haven't had any animal losses yet.

Donna

[hollowlegs]

[sound of awkward shifting]

Peter

[walkingthedust]

[snort] I expect it's a bit different than the last time you were a woman.

Donna

[hollowlegs]

A bit, yeah. Especially the part where I know you.

Peter

[walkingthedust]

[wryly] And you're already familiar with my body, to boot.

Donna

[hollowlegs]

[aheh] Indeed. That helps.

Peter

[walkingthedust]

Ugh, this is so weird.

Donna

[hollowlegs]

[mrf] Tell me about it.

Peter

[walkingthedust]

[shifting a bit] A little uncomfortable, too.