Much Ado About Nothing

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[And we see Rose appear on the plane, dressed like this, because, apparently, even though she's busy with saving the universe, Jackie Tyler still likes to force her to go to parties. Yay Jackie]

Someday, I really hope she learns there's a time and a place. I haven't met an alien so far that's intimidated by a girl in a pink dress wearing angel wings. [Siiiiiiigh] Not to mention the whole.....well....thing that's going on.


((Edited! Because I forgot that she's technically going through the events of Turn Left right now. This is just a little detour.))

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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Hello! Have a placeholder, so that the Doctor might poke at the wings.]

. . . Well, these are new.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Placeholders, whee~]

Nah, I've just been hiding them.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Tucked under your shirts and things?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I can't believe you never noticed.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

You really must hide them well. Perception circuit in your specs, maybe?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Siiiiiiigh] Caught me. After all of my hard work, too.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know me. I am quite brilliant at foiling secret, dastardly plots. It's a bit of a hobby of mine.

That and texting.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Texting? Really?

1/2

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure! Text all the time! I tell my mate, Sue, I tell her, "Text me the minute you've got home, I've always got so many things to tell you and you never answer!"

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- By which I mean no. No, not really

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....[Snrk] It wouldn't surprise me, though, knowing you.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What's that mean, "knowing me"?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

That it's very you?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

In what way is it very me?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Dunno, really. It just...is.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, that's a good answer.

[Buut letting the matter drop in order to poke at the wings again. ADD get.] What's the occasion, anyway?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Is that a physical poke?] Dunno, really. I haven't been around home lately, so I have no clue why she's throwing a party this time. It's a good excuse to dress up and not run around with Torchwood all day, though.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Indeed it is! Pokepokepoke.]

Sounds like you're keeping busy, at least. What's on the queue now? Defending the Earth, rescuing helpless aliens? Wild goose chases?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[This amuses her]

Donna, actually.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Pokepokepokepokep-- er, stopping now.]

. . . Donna?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Donna.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . What's happened so far?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to convince her to come with me, back to UNIT.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[a bit dryly] Sounds like a party. How's that going?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

All right, I guess. You already know, though, don't you?