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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.
shout_geronimo & whyisthatsosadcontent; 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.
soooob, i'm sorry this is so late Flight ;_; ♥
For most of their journey, she remained rather silent. Despite her favorite thing when she was on House’s back, so to speak, with the Doctor being able to converse with him through mouths which she felt to be more ‘real’ than their communications before that; she couldn’t bring herself to openly comment on the situation she’d found herself in. The more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that she was a prisoner of sorts — stuck in a body that didn’t belong to her, one that could deteriorate and cause her life to end — and trapped in a city with no exit. Finding herself frowning, she shook her head gently and glanced to the man at her side once they were in a new part of Paixao; Iriela.
“How much further is it to the stray’s home?”