[for rude_not_ginger] clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

[galeforcehero]

If you didn't know otherwise, you'd probably be surprised to find out that the Library is one of Dorothy's favorite places in the TARDIS, but it's true. When she's with the younger version of the Doctor, on the TARDIS that's wooden and gothic, she can often be found there, stretched out on a leather couch, surrounded by flickering candles and a

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[rude_not_ginger]

"Dorothy!!!"

Whatever silence might've been in the library is certainly gone now, replaced by the Doctor's panicked voice.

The lights in the TARDIS are dimming, it's getting far too warm, and did the Doctor mention how much he really, truly does not like Sundays?? Because he doesn't, at all.

The Doctor runs into the library and nearly goes falling into a pile of books near the couches.

"Scrambled egg!" he cries.

[galeforcehero]

Dorothy sits up so fast, the book she had been reading (for the record, it was The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte. Not that she'll ever be able to pick it up again without associating it with scrambled eggs, thanks, Doctor) very nearly goes flying across the room. Sleepy and discombobulated, she naturally assumes she managed to mishear him somehow. Maybe it's the accent.

"I'm sorry," she mutters, rubbing at one of her eyes with all of the infinite patience in the world that she has ever so graciously designated to be used on the Doctor's behalf. "What did you say?"

Because either he's burning the kitchen down again after trying to make Sunday brunch (wouldn't be the first time), or he has some sort of aphasia. Or something else has gone horribly awry, which she can't be bothered to think about, because she's still only half awake, and honestly if she's going to die from scrambled eggs she might as well do it while she's not fully aware of exactly what the hell is going on.

[rude_not_ginger]

"Scrambled egg," the Doctor repeats, as though this makes all the sense in the world. To him, it does. To him, it's life or death and more likely death, but! It's important!

"More importantly, cold scrambled egg, which is the shape and consistency of a very nasty time fungus which the TARDIS has decided it would be really great time to have leak all through the halls."

[galeforcehero]

"Time fungus." She must be awake. Her dreams make more sense than this. She swings her legs over the side of the couch and leans over, taking a deep breath and trying to wake up a little more.

"Why is there time fungus in the TARDIS." Because lord knows this isn't gonna be HER fault. No sir. Oh, she'll probably be the one that has to clean it up, because that's her job, but she doesn't mind. Probably better than napping the day away, anyhow. For some reason.