http://oi-earthgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] oi-earthgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-11-08 09:38 pm

So, there really are other worlds here. (Active/Open)

Character(s): Donna Noble and whoever shows up.
Content: With the Doctor distracted by the going's on, Donna decides to do a bit of exploring. And then she finds Destiny Islands.
Setting: Destiny Islands
Time: Week 26.
Warnings: None at this moment.

So, Donna had decided to explore around the Church a bit. Sure, he had parked the TARDIS behind the building, but that didn't mean she couldn't go look in the building, right? Who knew how long the Doctor was going to be, at this point. Wandering in, she looked around at the inside. Typical Church. Sticking her hands in her pockets, she walked around, looking at the statues and glass, before walking towards the back of the Church. It was probably going to be boring, but she was trying to get rid of her boredom anyway.

Wait a minute. She said, as she walked into one of the back rooms. Why is there a door right there? It didn't look like it fit into the decor. Maybe it's a prop for some show...but why would a church have it? She walked up to it, and grabbed the doorknob, thinking nothing would happen, and was surprised when the door opened to reveal a hallway.

"Ok...What's the catch?" She walked into the hallway, hearing the door close behind her, but not minding for some reason. She walked the hallway and found herself then standing on a set of islands, hearing the water hitting the beach and the seagulls shouting in the air.

"Oi, Spaceman... Why didn't you tell me there was a beach here?" She said to no one, walking towards where she heard the water, and seeing a dock in the distance, went that way. At least things were starting to look up, even though she was stuck in this place again.

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