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character(s); shout_geronimo & whyisthatsosad
content; Idris is panicked and the Doctor is mad. Let's see how this goes.
setting; Joutenheim
time; week 36
warning(s); probably none?


Sexy was seated in the middle of the small square where the Actua Are Hotels were located in Joutenheim. In her lap was the strange little trinket, of which she had decided to begin calling a ‘flipper’ from the suggestion made by one of the people she had spoken with over the audio option of the device. She was staring down at the device, although she had long since ceased to take it in, so to speak. Her gaze had turned rather blank once she’d realized that for the first time, she had no idea what was going on, what could happen and had no honest idea of where they were.

In her opinion, she had lost what it was meant for a TARDIS to be connected to the whole of time and space.

Unfortunately for the woman she didn’t know her way around the city and would have had quite the journey in attempting to find the Doctor, wherever he might be, in such a large place. She had no drive to locate anyone at the moment anyway, realizing that one has lost all that they knew was rather taxing on a machine turned person, as it were. The Master speaking with her had also greatly bothered her, although she would be voicing that to anyone in the near future, she didn’t want him to know that he made her feel things such as anger and fear; it wouldn’t do to have the Master knowing such things.

She found herself closing her eyes, inhaling a rather deep breath and let it pass in a great sigh from her lips. What was a girl to do when a girl realized she wasn’t everything she thought she was anymore? Still rather riddled with panic, although hiding it much better than she had been when she was speaking with the Doctor via the device, she continued to ask herself the same thing over and over again: ‘how is it that I don’t know?’

And so she waited, patiently, asking herself what was going on in the hopes that her thief would soon make his presence to her, because the woman was becoming frazzled and already it was too much for the flesh body of Idris to be holding the TARDIS’ consciousness within it. She wasn’t entirely certain how much more the frail thing could handle.

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There was no need to elaborate further, he knew. The woman who walked at his side truly seemed to know him, and the Doctor became lost in thought, pondering what he'd learned of her thus far. He fell silent, and remained so while he led Idris through the snow-filled streets of Paixao, frowning a little as he realized something would have to be done about it. But he had promised Yuna he would take it easy until he healed, and he intended to keep that promise. And he was much better than when Yuna had found him, even if healing spells could only do so much. To be honest, the young woman had done him a world of good.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Sexy asked him a question. "No," he told her, "it's just an expression. She's just very good at making a sad face with big eyes, and it works on me every time."