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Characters: Christine Chapel and Jamie McCrimmon
Location: the Plane, then the TARDIS
Time: during the Musical Chairs of Power event
Summary: Christine's lost item is her prized pair of ballet slippers, and she wants them back! Jamie seems to recall seeing just such a pair on the TARDIS...
Warnings: Just a fired up Southern woman possibly swearing!
Christine appeared on the Plane, close to the info booth. Immediately she circled around it, bent at the waist, and looked over every nook and cranny. Once she realized that what she was looking for wasn't there, she straightened up, looking annoyed.
"Ok, so what's the deal here?" She wasn't speaking to anyone directly, but the Plane at large.
"Is this another stupid game? A test? A scavenger hunt? What?"
Of course she didn't receive an answer, and she headed off towards the Coliseum, hands balled into fists. After about an hour, she exited that place, looking weary but still completely pissed.
She was muttering to herself, but if anyone was around, they might have been able to hear her ranting.
"Those shoes have goddamned sentimental value, you bastards. I hate this place! What are you trying to prove? That you can drive pitiful little humans insane?"
Putting her head in her hands, Christine tried to take deep breaths. She just wanted her ballet slippers back.
Location: the Plane, then the TARDIS
Time: during the Musical Chairs of Power event
Summary: Christine's lost item is her prized pair of ballet slippers, and she wants them back! Jamie seems to recall seeing just such a pair on the TARDIS...
Warnings: Just a fired up Southern woman possibly swearing!
Christine appeared on the Plane, close to the info booth. Immediately she circled around it, bent at the waist, and looked over every nook and cranny. Once she realized that what she was looking for wasn't there, she straightened up, looking annoyed.
"Ok, so what's the deal here?" She wasn't speaking to anyone directly, but the Plane at large.
"Is this another stupid game? A test? A scavenger hunt? What?"
Of course she didn't receive an answer, and she headed off towards the Coliseum, hands balled into fists. After about an hour, she exited that place, looking weary but still completely pissed.
She was muttering to herself, but if anyone was around, they might have been able to hear her ranting.
"Those shoes have goddamned sentimental value, you bastards. I hate this place! What are you trying to prove? That you can drive pitiful little humans insane?"
Putting her head in her hands, Christine tried to take deep breaths. She just wanted her ballet slippers back.