[rp] You want me there, well he needs me here...
Donna has been very patient, she thinks, with people not telling her what the bloody hell is going on, on the whole. She hasn't bugged Gwen (too much) when she's on the TARDIS. She hasn't pitched fits, or tried to get off the TARDIS. Mostly, she's been making sure Maria keeps herself entertained and doesn't get into any trouble. Good kid, that girl. Reminds her of the Doctor in a lot of ways, which seems a bit odd, but she's not questioning it.
But she's finally gotten tired of not knowing what's going on, exactly. She knows the Doctor's in trouble, obviously, but that's all. So she's determined that she'll find out for herself if he's hurt or safe or what-have-you.
It takes a bit of searching, and asking the TARDIS for a bit of help, but she's found a nice little room, free of distractions. It's quiet and just the right temperature to not be too cold or too hot, with cushions to sit or lay down on. Soothing. There's a hint of lavender in the air, she thinks.
She sits on one of the cushions, gets comfortable, closes her eyes, and concentrates.
It's one thing to poke into the Doctor's head when he's nearby, but he's not, and she's never really dealt with the whole speaking telepathically before, but... she figures if she can find him, she'll deal with it.
It takes time and concentration, but eventually she finds a hint of a mind that feels oh-so-familiar, and she reaches and reaches until she thinks she's made contact.
:: Doctor? ::
But she's finally gotten tired of not knowing what's going on, exactly. She knows the Doctor's in trouble, obviously, but that's all. So she's determined that she'll find out for herself if he's hurt or safe or what-have-you.
It takes a bit of searching, and asking the TARDIS for a bit of help, but she's found a nice little room, free of distractions. It's quiet and just the right temperature to not be too cold or too hot, with cushions to sit or lay down on. Soothing. There's a hint of lavender in the air, she thinks.
She sits on one of the cushions, gets comfortable, closes her eyes, and concentrates.
It's one thing to poke into the Doctor's head when he's nearby, but he's not, and she's never really dealt with the whole speaking telepathically before, but... she figures if she can find him, she'll deal with it.
It takes time and concentration, but eventually she finds a hint of a mind that feels oh-so-familiar, and she reaches and reaches until she thinks she's made contact.
:: Doctor? ::