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paixaorpg2012-06-03 09:28 pm
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The Best Man for the Job [Active]
Character(s): Donna and Eleven
Content: The Doctor needs a best man. The trouble is, he doesn't have many male friends. What's a Doctor to do? Ignore tradition, that's what!
Setting: The park.
Time: Mid-afternoon, (also slightly backdated before the battle with NiGHTS).
Warnings: None.
So, weddings. Weddings were fun, right? Mind, he rarely stuck around for the whole thing; the ceremonies tended to drag on and bore him to sleep. Sometimes literally, and blimey, did it annoy everyone when he snored. That was why he usually stuck to dancing at weddings; no muss, no fuss, and he usually escaped the evening without having something thrown at him unless he was lucky. Besides, his last wedding... hadn't gone well. Sure, he and Elizabeth had eloped but... well. It wasn't the best decision he'd ever made.
Still, marrying his TARDIS, who was a woman? That was something he could get on board with. Luckily, she'd wanted to do most of the planning herself; all that was left was to find a best man. But who? He didn't really know anyone here well enough for that except his previous self, and that was out of the question. Spoilers, and all. Still, there had to be someone he could ask.
The Doctor wandered over to the park, pondering this all the while, and settled on a bench. Who could he possibly ask?
Content: The Doctor needs a best man. The trouble is, he doesn't have many male friends. What's a Doctor to do? Ignore tradition, that's what!
Setting: The park.
Time: Mid-afternoon, (also slightly backdated before the battle with NiGHTS).
Warnings: None.
So, weddings. Weddings were fun, right? Mind, he rarely stuck around for the whole thing; the ceremonies tended to drag on and bore him to sleep. Sometimes literally, and blimey, did it annoy everyone when he snored. That was why he usually stuck to dancing at weddings; no muss, no fuss, and he usually escaped the evening without having something thrown at him unless he was lucky. Besides, his last wedding... hadn't gone well. Sure, he and Elizabeth had eloped but... well. It wasn't the best decision he'd ever made.
Still, marrying his TARDIS, who was a woman? That was something he could get on board with. Luckily, she'd wanted to do most of the planning herself; all that was left was to find a best man. But who? He didn't really know anyone here well enough for that except his previous self, and that was out of the question. Spoilers, and all. Still, there had to be someone he could ask.
The Doctor wandered over to the park, pondering this all the while, and settled on a bench. Who could he possibly ask?