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Characters: Donna (forever_noble) and Morgana (ofthesaltsea)
Location: The TARDIS! (Or rather, Donna's reality version of the TARDIS)
Time: During the fairytale plot!
Summary: The only fairytale ending Donna wants right now is the uninterrupted bliss of a bubblebath. Sadly, she isn't going to get it, but does get a visitor and a lost possession in return.
Warnings: Reality-hopping shenanigans! (Okay, so none really, but I didn't want to make this section all lonely and stuff.)
After all the recent excitement, Donna was more than happy to ditch the special sunglasses and the dark energy powers. She never did get used to having them and got lost using that dark portal thing more times than she'd like to admit.
However...it did lead her to discovering a nice room in the TARDIS she hadn't used before. Had she found it early on in her travels, she would've been appalled and most likely insulted that the Doctor had neglected to mention the existence of a bathroom with a sauna. By now, though, she's been with the Doctor for...actually, she'd lost track of how long she's been with him, but however long it's been, it's been quite a while and she isn't surprised he'd forgotten about this room. She was fairly certain that he just had so much stuff and rooms crammed into the TARDIS that there was no way possible for even him to keep track of it all. Not with that brain of his running at the speed of light all the time and processing lord knows how many thoughts at once. How he didn't think himself dizzy she'd never know.
But thankfully, the day she discovered this wonderful bathroom of glory, she'd had a notebook on hand and was able to note down the many turns and she made trying to find her way back to a familiar section of the TARDIS. She'd happily take this substitute since the Doctor was dragging his feet bringing her to a resort planet. As she walked down the twisting corridors in her robe and fuzzy slippers, towels slung over one arm while she held her scribbled directions in front of her, she couldn't help wondering if there was a shorter way there. Granted, another thought about what she'd do if the room had been mysteriously moved in the meantime had crossed her mind and she hoped for the Doctor's sake that that wasn't the case. She knew he was tinkering with the TARDIS console at that very moment and really hoped he wasn't in a redecorating mood.
As soon as she turned a corner, she found herself in the long and somewhat dusty corridor she'd turned up in a few days ago and gave a little cheer in excitement before continuing to make her way down to that special bathroom. Her footprints from before were still there--though in hindsight, wearing her fuzzy slippers probably hadn't been the best idea but she wasn't about to turn back now and exchange them. If the arrangement of the corridors did change while she was having a bath, she wouldn't mind playing a little Marco Polo with him, or simply demanding he put things back to the way they were before. That worked just fine for her as well.
Location: The TARDIS! (Or rather, Donna's reality version of the TARDIS)
Time: During the fairytale plot!
Summary: The only fairytale ending Donna wants right now is the uninterrupted bliss of a bubblebath. Sadly, she isn't going to get it, but does get a visitor and a lost possession in return.
Warnings: Reality-hopping shenanigans! (Okay, so none really, but I didn't want to make this section all lonely and stuff.)
After all the recent excitement, Donna was more than happy to ditch the special sunglasses and the dark energy powers. She never did get used to having them and got lost using that dark portal thing more times than she'd like to admit.
However...it did lead her to discovering a nice room in the TARDIS she hadn't used before. Had she found it early on in her travels, she would've been appalled and most likely insulted that the Doctor had neglected to mention the existence of a bathroom with a sauna. By now, though, she's been with the Doctor for...actually, she'd lost track of how long she's been with him, but however long it's been, it's been quite a while and she isn't surprised he'd forgotten about this room. She was fairly certain that he just had so much stuff and rooms crammed into the TARDIS that there was no way possible for even him to keep track of it all. Not with that brain of his running at the speed of light all the time and processing lord knows how many thoughts at once. How he didn't think himself dizzy she'd never know.
But thankfully, the day she discovered this wonderful bathroom of glory, she'd had a notebook on hand and was able to note down the many turns and she made trying to find her way back to a familiar section of the TARDIS. She'd happily take this substitute since the Doctor was dragging his feet bringing her to a resort planet. As she walked down the twisting corridors in her robe and fuzzy slippers, towels slung over one arm while she held her scribbled directions in front of her, she couldn't help wondering if there was a shorter way there. Granted, another thought about what she'd do if the room had been mysteriously moved in the meantime had crossed her mind and she hoped for the Doctor's sake that that wasn't the case. She knew he was tinkering with the TARDIS console at that very moment and really hoped he wasn't in a redecorating mood.
As soon as she turned a corner, she found herself in the long and somewhat dusty corridor she'd turned up in a few days ago and gave a little cheer in excitement before continuing to make her way down to that special bathroom. Her footprints from before were still there--though in hindsight, wearing her fuzzy slippers probably hadn't been the best idea but she wasn't about to turn back now and exchange them. If the arrangement of the corridors did change while she was having a bath, she wouldn't mind playing a little Marco Polo with him, or simply demanding he put things back to the way they were before. That worked just fine for her as well.