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smithnjones

The angels have the phone box [Private RP with thatsortofaman]

Nov 03, 2008 22:15

Martha Jones presses her back against the alley wall, looking up at at the Doctor with her eyebrows raised.

It would be just their luck, or quite possibly just her luck (she hasn't quite decided which), that they should get stuck, that the TARDIS would simply disappear or well, get taken, and that they would be trapped here.

"So we're stuck here ( Read more... )

the doctor, rp

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thatsortofaman November 4 2008, 04:38:16 UTC

The Doctor gasps, pressing his back against the wall for a second, closing his eyes and shaking his head firmly. He'd forgotten what time travelling without the TARDIS could be like. Not something he really wanted to do again, for that matter. "Oh, my head," he mutters, shaking his head again, and then opens his eyes, focusing on Martha.

"We're... well... sort of... yes. Yes, we are. Stuck." He says it slowly at first, and then all in a rush, like he doesn't much want to admit it, but he turns a little to look at her and gives her a little smile in what ought to be a reassuring manner. "Not a bad year. Could be worse. It's got the moon landing. Remember the moon landing?"

smithnjones November 4 2008, 04:57:43 UTC

Martha raises her eyebrows even further as he says 'sort of', and then nods when he finally does admit it. There isn't a 'sort of' to being stuck. It's either stuck or not. And they are most definetly stuck.

She laughs, shaking her head at him.

"No, I don't remember. It was before my time. Wasn't even thought of yet. But I've seen videos of it in grade school! I remember that." She pushes herself away from the wall, reeling at the sight of his little smile. "You are right though. Could be much worse. But just how long are we going to be stuck for exactly?"

thatsortofaman November 4 2008, 05:15:02 UTC

"Oh, well." He shrugs. "You were on the moon. Same difference. Better, really, no bulky spacesuits... though there was the plasmavore, so I guess it evens out..." As he talks - probably just to fill the silence - he pushes himself away from the wall and starts off in a random direction. Might as well see where they are.

"Iiiit's very difficult to say," he says in answer to her question, glancing back at her. Really, where are they? Well, London, 1969, but that only tells him so much. "But we'll get back! I guarantee it." Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.

smithnjones November 4 2008, 05:34:00 UTC

"Yes. Better. I can agree with that." And then she just shakes her head and follows him, looking around, thankful for the alley landing so she could get her bearings straight ( ... )

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