[things have been rather interesting for Donna recently, though she thoroughly loved having the power to create anything and had a field day making every single article of clothing, all her shoes, and her hats (just in case) impervious to anything that could potentially destroy them. it's been a real boon, lately, to have--even if she didn't ( Read more... )

[the moment Donna appears on the Plane, she slowly turns in a circle, looking for something in particular. but once she's oriented, her eyes light up, her lips twisting into a cruel grin. she heads off with a purpose, making a beeline of the mansion. she holds herself a little differently than normal; the sort of aura she gives off is one of ( Read more... )

[An expanse of the otherwise bleak Plane beach has been transformed--somewhat! Where there were once dried out palm tree stumps, there are still palm tree stumps, but right next to them are actual palm trees, albeit ones with violet leaves and white tear-shaped coconuts. Lit tiki torches bookend a table with various foods from the Plane kitchen ( Read more... )

[cautiously, she pushes open the door to the library, glad for once that the Doctor isn't there to barrel his way in. for all she knows, there could have been something left waiting to drop down on her head the moment she steps in!

but thankfully, there isn't, as a quick glance upwards tells her. she lets out a sigh, then chuckles to herself] ( Read more... )

[considering the hell of being chased around by zombie-like creatures, having the ever-living daylights scared out of her by whatever's lurking in the water, and now those plant things (one tried to use the image of her father and that just angered her more than anything), Donna's current peaceful, wistful demeanour is...a bit surprising ( Read more... )

[this...is not the place she expects to see when she arrives on the Plane. no impossible amount of stars, just the cool, stone walls and floor. thank goodness she's wearing trainers or her feet would hurt later on, though she wishes she thought to wear a cardigan at least and rubs her bare forearms.]Right, this isn't funny ( Read more... )

[now arriving on the Plane is a nicely dressed ginger-haired woman who takes one look at where she is, gasps, and screws her eyes shut]

Oh. My. God. I'm in the middle of outer space! Again! [but something in the back of her mind tells her to stop being so ridiculous; if she really is, she'd be dead by now and she certainly doesn't feel dead ( Read more... )