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shout_geronimo ([personal profile] shout_geronimo) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2012-11-11 01:36 pm

Shipping [Active]

Character(s): Eleven, Sexy, open
Content: The Doctor and his TARDIS finally tie the knot.
Setting: Macalania Woods
Time: All day/night!
Warnings: Potential bad guys showing up, but none so far.

He hadn't been to a wedding ever since his own with Elizabeth I, but somehow this was different. Sure, he's liked Good Queen Bess well enough (he thought), even if her imperialist tendencies had troubled him, but he hadn't had much in the way of affection for her. He'd been running at the time, and she'd been nothing more than a convenient excuse to hide. He still felt guilty over it, playing with someone's heart like that - but, well, she had ordered his head off before he'd even done it. But never mind that! There was work to be done.

Since the collapse of the city, he'd busied himself with helping as many people as he could. the citizens would likely never accept an outsider again, but that hardly slowed or stopped him. They were people, and needed help. Now, however, was different. He'd worked all night, getting everything ready - the woods wouldn't need to be decorated; they were lovely enough as it was. But he'd still needed to move around tables and chairs and do all the cooking and baking. Luckily for him, it was hardly the first time. Usually, he only came for the dancing. This time, however, was special. Idris - or Sexy, as he liked to call her - was his TARDIS. And alive. And - really, that made things exceedingly simple, didn't it?

He took a step back to admire his handiwork and wipe the sweat from his brow. Not bad, for having done everything himself. Well, himself and his TARDIS, which had been rather laboriously flown into the woods because there was no way he was going to drag everything there himself, but still. A quick shower and a change of clothes later (tails, this time; there was only ever bad luck in a tux), and he sat back in one of the chairs, whipped out his journal, and began speaking into the device.

Now all he had to do was wait, and he hated waiting, but he'd make an exception for today.

[ooc: This will (mostly) be party-log style. You all know what to do~]

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