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Enter the Supertemp (Active)

Character(s): Donna Noble, Glitch
Content: Donna finds herself on another world, and while not incredibly surprised, is startled by a lack of a Doctor and a TARDIS.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate and surrounding area.
Time: Evening
Warnings: None?

“Hey, what’s the idea here?” She asked out loud, to no one standing near. “I have a feeling I’m not in England anymore. Although at this point, appearing in a random place and time shouldn’t surprise me.” What surprised her was the fact that the Doctor, Rose, and the TARDIS weren’t anywhere near either. She thought that the time travelling blue box would at least be somewhere close.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move in the grass. She took a step back, and saw a white animal…something cat like in movement and figure. It was joined by two others, and the trio eyed her warily, as if sizing her up.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” She said, taking a few more steps back, putting her hands up in a pacifist position. Risking a glance over her shoulder, she saw some sort of dome in the distance. Sighing, she knew what was next. Running…always with the running! Turning towards the dome, Donna began to run towards the line of people standing there.

“Excuse me, pardon me!” She shouted, pushing herself through the line and through the gate, earning some looks from the blondes in line. She was stopped by someone putting their arm in front of her.

"Oi!" She started to say something, but was interrupted.

"Name!" She narrowed her eyes at the guard who had stopped her, and it seemed as if the weird animals hadn't followed her towards the dome either.

"Donna Noble, what's it to you?" He scribbled something down on a clipboard and handed her a small box. She took it, and he waved her though.

"Something tells me that this trip wasn't planned." She mused out loud, examining the box in her hands. "That dumbo of a Spaceman!" Although she couldn't help but worry about him, he was hurt after all.

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"Spaceman?" a curious voice questioned. Despite having earned himself a bath and bed, Glitch looked no different than he did when he had arrived himself -- that is to say, he was still disheveled, his clothes were still worn and torn, and he looked somehow homeless. "I've never believed in those," he admitted, as though Donna surely cared and had, in fact, asked.

"But then," he added, after a moment's thought, "I've never believed in the Other Side either -- and here we are! Or there we were." He abruptly looked confused. "I can't remember which."

And then he thought he had a way to remember. Brightly, he asked, "You're not from the OZ, are you?"

"I know the Doctor. 9 letters," Glitch mused aloud, and, rather, abruptly. "Or is it 10? Do you suppose the space counts?"

Regardless of whether it counted or not, Glitch looked suddenly very sheepish. "I'm sorry. Just a small, er, glitch, hee." There was something slightly off about his laugh -- a little forced, as though something was not quite right with his mind.

It dawned on Glitch that he was speaking to a stranger -- at least, someone who could be a stranger. She could also be a good friend -- or an acquaintance. "Er..." There just never was a way to put this delicately. "Have we met?"

"Glitch," he told her merrily. "On account of the, well, glitching." Here, he touched the zipper on his head, pulling a bit on the zipper mechanism itself to show her. The zipper bisected the top of his head, with the mechanism on the back. Feeling it, he realized suddenly that it had come partly open.

"Oh, excuse me!" he muttered, properly abashed, as he took a minute to close it completely.

"Are you new here, Donna?" It was a polite enough question. "I've been here for ages myself -- or a few days. I can never seem to remember which."

Glitch didn't seem at all offended by being brushed off. Rather, his face lit up, and he extended an arm -- like a gentleman.

"I'd be happy to escort ya, Doll!" And while she was no doubt still deciding whether it was safe to take his arm or not, he suddenly danced away, journal in hand. "Okay, now, according to this..." The map flickered. "...Where did you want to go?"

He peered at her expectantly from above the screen, poised and waiting.

"These are journals," Glitch explained. And it took a little bit of doing (and all of Glitch's concentration), but the map did eventually appear on Donna's journal...

"Ah-hah! There it is!" Triumphantly, Glitch gestured to the output. "We're here -- you can navigate the map using these, search for desired locations -- it's really a neat little device. See, our position is transfixed on the map, likely by the use of a directional location beam grounded in th--" It was all coming so fast, a scientific observation of genius...and then...

"Oh! A cafe!" Indeed, the map had settled on the nearest cafe to the gate. "Gosh, I do feel like pie... Think maybe they have some?"

"Sure!" Glitch agreed -- but her words, and, more specifically, her acronym, had caught his attention. "What's a GPS?"

He gave her long enough to open her mouth -- and then he promptly interrupted.

"No, no! Let me think! Let's see... G-P-S."

And he started to think as they walked.

"Great Pestering Soundbox?" It could be that. Or... "Gamblers Precious Sapphires?" That one made him pause. "Wait. No. No, not that at all." It made no sense, for one thing!

"I didn't like the word journal," he added, "I wanted to call it a long-distance voice transporter hearing device -- but nobody liked it much!"

"Popcorn," he said, in answer to her question...kind of. "That's another of mine. To explain the disappearances." He was grinning at her proudly, looking all the world like a boy who had just finished his first clumsy building project.

His smile was also encouraging. "You try -- just make something up! About anything!" He was clearly a big fan of word games, despite his sporadic memory lapses and leaps of logic.

"Why not?" Glitch asked with a carefree shrug of his shoulders. "I do -- all the time, hee!" His laugh was half-giggle, half-chortle -- full of delight. "Nothing wrong with that -- that's what I say!"

Walking along, Glitch reached up, pulling a few leaves from the branches. The shone in his pale hands.

"Something about these! Like..." Here he sucked in a breath as he thought. "Uh..." He scrunched up his face in thought, scratching the back of his head. "LUC." (Pronounced LUCK.) "Look Up for Cash." And he beamed that childish, slightly disturbing grin again.

"Uh-huh," Glitch said, in response to her questions -- all of them. "Why not call it a skydome?" He squinted upwards at it, shading his eyes dramatically with his hand. "Skydome suits it -- I haven't heard it called anything else, hee!"

And why shouldn't they make up their own names for things? It isn't like things were LABELED.

"I'd say it's got a ring to it -- whatcha think? Skydome! Dome in the sky! Dome *of* the sky -- skydome!" He was prattling...

"Course, if you're gonna name things, you'd better expect some criticism -- some people think *their* names are the only right ones!" Tsk! Where was the imagination? "Seems boring to me..."

What he was expecting: his son, the forest, the tin suit holding Zero. What he hadn't been nearly expecting was this: the gate of the giants, the silvery grass field, and the distinct lack of his son. He turned back quickly, hat placed back on his head in a swift motion. He hissed, “Jeb?” but the boy was nowhere around. Cain looked back at the domes, glowering. He checked to make sure his revolver was still tucked away, than strode towards the gate with a heavy purpose.

The man at the gate barely caught him, desperately waving out the journal and pamphlet, which should have been more or an interest to Cain than it was, but he thought he saw something in the distance, and the last thing he needed was to lose it. "Your name, sir, please!" the guard asked, sounding frustrated.

"Cain," he answered quickly, if only to get the man off him. Journal and pamphlet in hand, he slid in without another thought. That prattling was indeed familiar, although the woman wasn't, but at quick inspection she didn't seem threatening. Keeping careful of her, he stepped behind Glitch, and remarked with a small touch of humor, "And your names are always the right ones."

She watched as he went on a mini tangent about the word skydome, and chuckled a bit. Most of her apprehension about being in this new place and separated from the Doctor and the TARDIS was melting away. Glitch didn't seem to be a threat at all.

Donna turned when she heard the new voice. He apparently knew Glitch, from his comment. Was it someone else new?

"Hello!" She said with a smile. She really was enjoying herself at the moment. The word games were quite fun, in her opinion.

"Well, they're not *wrong*," Glitch noted indignantly, as though such a thing was simply unbelievable. He half-turned, then blinked and finished turning. "Cain!" he announced joyfully, coming inches within giving his friend a hug...

...But then he remembered that this was Cain, which didn't keep him from being happy to see him.

"Did the mobats bring you here?" he questioned, looking at him intently. "And where's everybody else? How long have you been here? You haven't see the Brick Route, have you? And do I know you?"

He paused to exhale, then inhale again -- and the oxygen intake seemed to cure his brief memory lapse. "Cain!" And then he spun. "Donna!" Exhale. Inhale. "Donna, Cain. Cain, Donna. Donna, Cain, Cain, Donna!"

It wasn't exactly a normal introduction -- but he had certainly tried.

Cain smirked just a bit, waiting for the other to finish. Same old Glitch, really. Accompanied with confusion that often seemed to follow after him. Mobats? He gave a nod to the woman, Donna, catch at least her name from what Glitch said, and then looked back at him with an odd expression.

"I just got here." And he doubted the Brick Route was anywhere nearby. They had been around the O.Z quite a bit... and the looks of this place just seemed... not as much there. "Why would there be mobats in the first place?" That's what really made his odd look. The witch and her mobats were gone.

Donna smiled at Cain during the introduction, Glitch seemed to be trying. He was a very interesting man. Well, that was from what she had been able to gather already. Very interesting and somewhat (very) ADD.

"You just got here too?" She vocalized her question. Apparently, this place liked visitors. "How did you get here?" If she could get here without being anywhere near the TARDIS, then she wanted to gather as much information as possible.

"And what are mobats?"

"Because," Glitch replied in bewilderment, apparently to both questioners. "The mobats brought *me* here!" That was his theory, anyway -- his theory of the moment, anyway.

"Mobats are..." He paused, then laughed. "Well, you know! Monkey-bats! Everyone in the O.Z. has heard of them!" Then, soberly, he added, "And *I* was attacked by them. That's how I got here."

It seemed like a pretty bad theory, but Cain didn't say. He nearly went to give Glitch a smack to the head to get Glitch on the same page as him. He gave the other a skeptical look. "You couldn't be attacked by mobats," he said, finally stating his earlier thought. "Glitch, the witch is gone, remember?" He'd rattle the other's head if he had to, but maybe just a reminder would jog his memory?

"Monkey...bats..." She said, as if trying to convince herself that is what Glitch had said. Well, she was trying to convince herself that was what Glitch said.

"And, what's the OZ?" She asked. Even on her travels with the Doctor, she had never heard of that place....not to mention the fact that Cain had mentioned a witch in his sentence.

"Outer Zone," Glitch responded, sounding a little absent. He was racking his brain -- or what was left of it -- trying to come up with a memory to confirm Cain's claim. But he couldn't even remember a witch -- unless SHE counted as one, hee! -- much less the witch going away...

His eyes darted from one to the other, and then his face lit up. "Oh! Let's go get pie!" Flashing a grin, he began to march in the direction he thought the Cafe was -- which may or may not be the case.

Not much of a surprise there. He shook his head as Glitch wandered off. Pie. Right. He hardly even knew what was going on around here. He glanced over at the Donna girl. "You new around here as well?" It seemed the general gist of things. He glanced back towards the way he came in, which had still been a strange arrival, then back to where Glitch was getting far too ahead of himself.

With a small sigh, he mumbled, "Should keep him out of trouble," and started slowly after him.

"Yes." Donna said. "I had just wandered through the gate," More like ran... "when I met Glitch here." She motioned towards the man who was wandering off...if he was going the right direction, she really didn't know, she'd have to check again.

"So, you know him from before? Is he normally like this?" She asked, walking along with him as Cain began after glitch.

(OOC: Glitch is a bit ahead, so I don't mind if you two skip me until you catch up to him. So feel free to do the whole posting spree thing, yeah?)

Meanwhile, half-oblivious to Cain and Donna, Glitch was stepping lightly down the street. Curious as always, he was peeking into buildings' windows -- window-shopping, really -- and occasionally attempting a conversation with one of the citizens in the sea of blondes.

"I know him. He's..." There was no good way to probably put it. "Yeah, he's always like this. You get a bit use to it." Although it had took Cain awhile, and it was probably considered quite a feat.

... and just where was he getting off to?

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