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[tempzilla]

[Donna sits on a stool in a steel cage, resting her chin on her hand and glaring at everyone within fifty yards. Her leg dangles uncomfortably, the cast making it impossible to rest anywhere. A sign outside the cage reads: "DONNA NOBLE: HUMAN-TIMELORD METACRISIS. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ONE BEFORE! THERE WILL NEVER BE ONE AGAIN

Comments

[phasedcat]

Jeez! What is up with this place today?!

[tempzilla]

Another curse, I suppose. Haven't seen one like this before, have you?

[phasedcat]

No, but I haven't been here that long. Do you need any help?

[tempzilla]

I kind of doubt you'd be able to bust me out of here, but if you could keep those tramps from hurling fruit at me, I'd appreciate it.

[phasedcat]

I could try phasing through it if you wanted? But I'll walk around and keep people from hitting you with fruit.

[tempzilla]

Thank you. It's not like it's my FAULT I can't "do anything cool." I didn't VOLUNTEER to be part of the Freak Show.

[phasedcat]

Are you sure you didn't sign a secret contract?

[tempzilla]

Not unless they drugged me, in which case it isn't valid anyway.

[phasedcat]

I once fought a guy who was able to get people to sign anything. He'd just appear as people you knew, or as someone asking for an autograph, and just these things you'd never think were him. So you'd sign it not even knowing.

[tempzilla]

That is REALLY freaky.

[phasedcat]

That's my life.

[tempzilla]

He's not here, is he?

[phasedcat]

No! Thank God, if he was here then it'd mean a lot of bad things were going to happen. We get enough of them without crazy people who work for even crazier people.