DramaDramaDuck (RL with the Doctor- Woman Wept- Rescue)

Oct 02, 2008 05:02

In a side room of an abandoned building on the edge of a city Lucy Saxon didn't know the name of, she hunched further into herself, shivering as she wrapped her ratty cloak tight around her body.  It was ragged and dirty, probably one of the nastiest things Lucy had ever worn in her life, but after a day or two on Woman Wept- if that was what this ( Read more... )

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sky_w_diamonds October 2 2008, 20:33:29 UTC
It was so unaccustomedly warm inside the Doctor's TARDIS that Lucy actually stopped still for a moment, letting the cold slowly leech out of her. It felt incredible. Somewhat awkwardly, she tilted her head forward, baring the back of the scold's bridle to the Doctor's inquiring eyes. It was only a few moments before she heard the buzz of his sonic screwdriver, and then he was lifting the thing forward and off ( ... )

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sky_w_diamonds October 5 2008, 11:05:43 UTC
Donna. She must have been the Doctor's newest in the way of faithful companions; apparently Miss Jones didn't outlast the year that Harry and the Doctor had inflicted on her. Lucy had never talked to this new woman, Donna, on the community, but there was a vague impression of a shouty ginger woman that came to mind with the name. She nodded absently, her lips crooking in a little smile.

'I assumed you had a shower,' she said, with gentle sarcasm. 'The question was intended to mean, can I use it?'

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timey_wimey October 5 2008, 12:47:00 UTC
"Be my guest," he said, his smile staying in place. "I'll show you the way, shall I?" he added, jumping out of his seat and extending a hand to help Lucy out of hers. "You'll probably want some clothes to go with that shower, though, so a trip to the wardrobe is probably in order as well."

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sky_w_diamonds October 5 2008, 12:52:47 UTC
She took his hand and allowed him to help her out of her chair before she could think any better of it. But really, no harm. After all, he was feeding her, clothing her, washing her, why should he not play the gentleman whilst he was about it?

'I probably will, yes,' she agreed wryly, plucking distastefully at her ruined garments. 'These, I'm burning as soon as I get out of them.'

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timey_wimey October 11 2008, 20:58:20 UTC
"Quite right, too," he said. "Right then. To the wardrobe!"

With that, he led the way out of the room and through several corridors before finally reaching the wardrobe room, stopping and gesturing to the racks of clothes.

"You know better than me what you'd like. There should be something in there for you."

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sky_w_diamonds October 12 2008, 11:38:57 UTC
The wardrobe room was immense, great overarching coral struts hung with racks upon racks of clothes, all bisected by a helical staircase that connected the several floors that comprised the room. Had Lucy been in a different sort of mood, she might almost have laughed. One could get lost in this room.

'This is your wardrobe, and yet all you ever wear is that suit?' She gave him a wry little look, before turning to peruse the racks of clothes.

Usually, Lucy was one for style at all times, but at the moment, warmth and comfort rather took precedence. It didn't take her long to find a pair of corduroy trousers and a warm-looking, cream coloured jumper. She almost felt warmer already just holding them, in comparison to the thin silk blouse and torn skirt she was wearing at the moment.

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timey_wimey October 12 2008, 11:52:27 UTC
The Doctor, who had moved to lean against one of the coral struts while he waited for Lucy to pick something out, grinned. "It's functional! Besides, can you imagine how much time I'd waste in here if I spent all my time picking out a new outfit every day?"

He pushed himself off the strut and nodded at the jumper. "Nice jumper, that. I was wondering where that had got to."

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sky_w_diamonds October 12 2008, 12:00:34 UTC
'It looked warm,' she replied with a shrug, picking her way back over to the Doctor. She tipped her chin up at him, giving him an expectant look. 'But I'm not dirtying it with me as I am at the moment. Shower?'

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timey_wimey October 12 2008, 12:07:36 UTC
He paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side in mock concentration. "Out of here, past the bins, first turn on your left, down to the end of the corridor, up the stairs, and it's the first door on your right. The towels are in the airing cupboard just as you go in."

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sky_w_diamonds October 12 2008, 16:15:50 UTC
'Thank you,' she said mildly as she brushed past the Doctor ( ... )

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timey_wimey October 12 2008, 16:52:06 UTC
The Doctor, meanwhile, had settled himself on the floor of the wardrobe room tinkering with some bits of old junk from one of the TARDIS's myriad rooms. He was trying to cobble together some form of scanner - why he would need a scanner in the forseeable future he had no idea, but the chances were that he would need one at some point in time. Which was why he was currently sitting on the floor with part of a second-generation iPod and bits of a Judoon-issue scanner.

He looked up from his work when he heard footsteps and stuck his head out of the door of the room. "Are you done then?"

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sky_w_diamonds October 12 2008, 17:11:29 UTC
Somehow, she'd almost expected the Doctor to be able to tell she'd been crying, but of course, he was completely unaware of anything to suggest that she had. On reflection, it seemed silly that she should have supposed he could have; she knew how to pretend everything was fine, after all, and the Doctor, from what she knew of him, was hardly tops in the area of emotional sensitivity. Still, she felt somehow wrong-footed by his casualness, and it took her a moment to answer ( ... )

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