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Location: Coffee shop near to her flat
For: Anyone, but probably drmartha_jones
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*is sitting with a newspaper open to the Opharan classifieds, red pen in hand* *has not circled a thing so far* *sighs after a bit and sets the paper aside, sipping her coffee and staring at her mobile, considering texting Martha* *picks it up and dials her mum instead*
Sylvia: Donna Noble! So you are still alive - Grandad said so, but as you only call him... where are you? It's Nancy and Alan's anniversary today and you haven't even...
Donna: Mum! Could you... stop. I'm not exactly local, so I doubt I'll make it to the party.
Sylvia: "Not exactly local?" Oh, right, of course - Donna Noble, world traveler. *clucks her tongue* Well, while you're off gallivanting, did you know you've received post from that lovely John Davis chap you used to go around with?
Donna: *dryly* I did not go around with him - he used to spy on Sara and me at the pool.
Sylvia: Well anyway he send a postcard from Nice. Signed it 'Doctor John.'
Donna: *rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth* How lovely for him. How'd he even get my address, then?
Sylvia: *matter-of-fact* I gave it to his mum when I saw her in Tesco.
Donna: You what? Mother, I... ugh! Look, is Gramps about, then?
Sylvia: No - he's gone to Joseph White's - they reckon they can repair Mr. White's old sail boat. Can you imagine? Your grandfather -
Donna: *cut across her* I've got to run, all right? Just... uh, I love you. Same to Gramps. I'll ring soon.
Sylvia: But... oh very well. *resigned sigh* I love you too. But Donna, dear? You'd better start getting your life together. I'm... well, I'm worried about you.
Donna: Right, Mum. Will do. *she pressed the button to disconnect and dropped her face into her hands*
For: Anyone, but probably drmartha_jones
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*is sitting with a newspaper open to the Opharan classifieds, red pen in hand* *has not circled a thing so far* *sighs after a bit and sets the paper aside, sipping her coffee and staring at her mobile, considering texting Martha* *picks it up and dials her mum instead*
Sylvia: Donna Noble! So you are still alive - Grandad said so, but as you only call him... where are you? It's Nancy and Alan's anniversary today and you haven't even...
Donna: Mum! Could you... stop. I'm not exactly local, so I doubt I'll make it to the party.
Sylvia: "Not exactly local?" Oh, right, of course - Donna Noble, world traveler. *clucks her tongue* Well, while you're off gallivanting, did you know you've received post from that lovely John Davis chap you used to go around with?
Donna: *dryly* I did not go around with him - he used to spy on Sara and me at the pool.
Sylvia: Well anyway he send a postcard from Nice. Signed it 'Doctor John.'
Donna: *rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth* How lovely for him. How'd he even get my address, then?
Sylvia: *matter-of-fact* I gave it to his mum when I saw her in Tesco.
Donna: You what? Mother, I... ugh! Look, is Gramps about, then?
Sylvia: No - he's gone to Joseph White's - they reckon they can repair Mr. White's old sail boat. Can you imagine? Your grandfather -
Donna: *cut across her* I've got to run, all right? Just... uh, I love you. Same to Gramps. I'll ring soon.
Sylvia: But... oh very well. *resigned sigh* I love you too. But Donna, dear? You'd better start getting your life together. I'm... well, I'm worried about you.
Donna: Right, Mum. Will do. *she pressed the button to disconnect and dropped her face into her hands*