11; I told you I was trouble [Yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[there is a Doctor. He is bandaged up on the wrist and is in a fresh suit. He also looks somewhat panicked.]

Lucy!

[mutters] Should've figured out an easier way to find her before...

Lucy!


OOC: Plz to be closed to shatteredqueen.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Actually, I opted for Barcelona. The city, not the planet. Figured you could use some sun.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What happened to the hospital?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[snort] Outside. We're at New New Earth. Barcelona's for when you can see it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[blank stare for a moment as he processes this]

Oh.

[sighs and brightens]

Right, then. We should get you off to hospital. Properly this time.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Right.

I'm doing all right. Nothing to worry about.

Still. Come on.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Let the doctors decide that. Real doctors. MEDICAL doctors.

[and he follows after the self proclaimed non-MEDICAL Doctor]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, yes.

[leads the way]

But I get to look in the shop afterward.

[opens the door to New Earth]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he moves out the doors, and stops short, looking around himself in confusion. because right about now he's seeing New Earth too, and when did that happen? he's just going to be speechless for a moment and wonder if maybe Barcelona has really changed so much]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Royal Hope still that way for you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he takes in the scene around him, space crafts flying through the sky. he turns around and sees the TARDIS. legitimately sees her. he turns back around to face the hospital.]

No.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Different part of London?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

How about different part of the universe?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[What?]

What?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he does not know!]

I don't know. Point out something to me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up to the sky]

Color of that flying car.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he tilted his head up to look]

Sort of yellow with white.

[he looks back at the Doctor for confirmation]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyes on the car, then looks down and smiles]

Must be an emotional connection. Danger makes companions of us all.

[nods] Lead the way.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins but tries to look put out]

Don't go around quoting yourself. It's tacky.

[but he can't really stop from grinning, because yay!]

Right, course.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and off they head to the hospital as though they'd never left to go pick up Lucy, despite the time that's passed]