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((I’ve completed my first sketch request for Free Sketch Day! This one is of @thesecondanomaly‘s version of Jenny, the Doctor’s daughter, with Captain Jack the Cat.

I’ve still got 7 slots open, so come grab them up while you can-- right here: https://artbyamyla.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/welcome-to-free-sketch-day/! Sketches for this event are free, but tips to help support the artist are always welcome.

She blinked and spat and tossed flakes of mulch out of her ginger fringe before staring, aghast and a little slackjawed, at the other redhead–

“Look, pfff, bleah,” she spat again, “I understand that political discourse becomes a very fashionable form of guerrilla warfare in this decade but I think literal mudslinging is where one should draw the line…”

…and with a grin, she slapped leather, drew a purple water pistol from somewhere in the pockets of her coat, and began spritzing Kimber with it in the face.

“…but then again, when in Rome…”

She squealed and put up her hands, giggling.

“OI, this’s Westminster!” she rolled forward, grabbed one of Jenny’s legs and pulled, shoved her shoulder into the other one and pushed.  Kimber laughed again at the satisfying sound of bum hitting grass.

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Having met Jenny (the Doctor’s daughter); Kira had agreed to help her find her dad. But having no clue on how to find him, Kira had suggested to ‘cause a scene’ to get his attention.

Taking out a perfume size glass bottle (she had hidden away); the American breaks it in the Badlands in the American West in the late 1800′s. 

“If I know you’re Dad, he’s gonna be pissed about me doing that.” It was an alien perfume that should not be on Earth. So all they have to do is wait.

He stared at her for a minute like she'd grown a second head, then decided she was actually serious. "Oh HELL no! Nyet, nein, non, HONTOU NI!" He jumped out of his chair and stomped over to the stove to give the chili a stir. "The combined armies of all the Huns couldn't get me in that damned alien contraption!" He clomped over to the fridge and took out a beer, popping the top and downing it in one go. "That thing ain't natural." he wiped the suds from his mustache on his shirt sleeve and belched, giving her the Look of Doom.

No, no second head this regeneration, touch wood. "Oh, stop yelling 'no' in lots of languages, you know I only hear it as 'no,'" Jenny frowned, arms across her stomach. "And having fought Huns, I wouldn't count them out. Except Attila. Kind of overdid it at wedding receptions." The Anomaly sputtered, deeply offended. "As, essentially, a clone, I take that personally. There's lots of unnatural things in this world that do good! Are you telling me you'd never jump through a magic portal to save one of your Hunters? Never run into a haunted house if lives were at stake? Garth told me you once put an evil Japanese dog spirit through a woodchipper. A man who thinks that far outside the box can't stand to step inside one?"

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“Them things were natural ON THIS PLANET!  I don’t know anythin about alien gadgets or aliens for that matter! The difference is I got enough sense to KNOW I don’t know anythin, and to have a healthy dose of not wantin to get myself killed, or lost in space, or whatever the hell else could happen that I don’t even know about!”  

This was not something Faith had been expecting to see. To be honest, it wasn’t something she had seen in quite sometime, not since jetting from Sunnydale and all the wanna be’s.

Part of her wanted to keep walking, but the sight of the determined young women going to town on, well... No one, piqued her curiosity too much.

“I’ve never been much for standing behind anyone,” Evelyn said. Her gaze never wavered from the patchwork creature with the blazing eyes that lurched in front of them. It took a step towards them on mismatched, back-jointed legs that appeared to be sewn on at the hips, leaned forward, distended its sewn-on jaw, and roared at them. Its breath smelled like carrion. Actually, everything about it smelled like carrion. Bleugh.

“Hey, don’t knock it if you can rock it,” Jenny grinned unrepentantly, swanning towards the waiting Aston Martin, hands in the pockets of her chauffeur’s uniform– purple, natcherly, as she’d gotten it from Magenta’s wardrobe.

“The last time I got to wear tartan I was fighting Ancient Romans,” she tutted, “and not nearly at all in such nice company as I have today.”

Sliding into the (British) driver’s side, she checked her mirrors and adjusted her cap.

“Don’t shove the skirt too hard, I might want to borrow it later. It’s not really my color but you can really kick in those things.”

"KICK!  I don’ wanna sit DOWN in it!!”  She opened the back door and gingerly turned around trying to skootch as unbended as possible into the back seat.  “This's in my Top Fhree Mos’ Humiliatin’ Fhings.  Eva!”

Finally getting herself arranged with her backpack spread as thoroughly as possible over her lap, she leaned out and closed her door.

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Kimber Mac looked down at the gawdawful uniform from the “Q Branch”.  Might as well be a bloody Catholic School Girl costume.  She hadn’t shown this much leg...well ever, in public.  What kind of tech company made grown women dress like this?

“Shu’ it, you.”  She grumbled.  She was going to get in, find the data leak, and get out.