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( bitter soulmate prompts | accepting | @xidoctor )

Today had, simply put, been a whirlwind.

It was a day off from her usual job at SciOps, which one would imagine would ensure things went smoother than normal, with no confidential projects or unexpected explosions from the other side of the lab, but no. Her luck wasn’t that good, it seemed.

She hadn’t been sure what was happening - none of the screaming shoppers had stopped for long enough to inform her - but there was clearly some sort of incident occurring at the mall. 

Escape seemed to be impossible, and as she ran over the bits and pieces she’d picked up about field work, she decided that the safest option would be to find somewhere to hide until she had a better understand of the situation. A coffee shop on the second floor seemed the best place to pick- it gave her a high vantage point, and she knew there were multiple exits should it become necessary to run.

As she reached the coffee shop, she heard movement from inside. She continued forwards cautiously, unsure if the source of the movement was simply a terrified bystander or the perpetrator of this incident. Unfortunately, Simmons had no field training, and despite her best efforts her footfalls were too heavy, alerting the other of her presence.

She wasn’t given enough time to work out whether he was dangerous or not - the moment she met eyes with him her entire world burst into colour and her lips formed an ‘o’ as she came to realise what this meant.

She allowed herself a moment of shock as she processed this information, before she hurried into the shop, hesitantly approaching him. She didn’t know how she was supposed to feel about this.

          𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲    important things to be doing when she stumbled upon the wrong boy –– she had been LOOKING for her stupid brother , who had APPARENTLY found a  m a g i c  stream. she had meant to be on her way there. why hadn’t anyone waited for her ?? why were the woods so featureless ??

            why was there a telephone box in the middle of the woods ? clara was very smart. she knew not to talk to strangers –– in every case aside from the ones where they were doing something WRONG , of course.

Knock knock—

    The farmer stood there, waiting and wondering by the end of the sidewalk. Many people passed back and forth, bustling with as much energy as the street festival surrounding them.

    Double Bay Festival was the best street party that Charlie will ever go to. All year,  every year , it would always be the best. There were vendors lined up next to each other, offering different things from food to trinkets to masterpieces of art. All kinds of people from around the world came to participate. For one of the very few times of the year, she felt a little less alone than before.

    So it was a little strange, to see the farmer distracted from the festivities, and standing in front of a blue police telephone box. She would’ve gone inside, had it not been locked. But it was, and no one had answered. So she knocked again.

                    ❝Land on the planet, he says, IT’S FINE, he says, look !! At !! This !!❞ she’s jumping all over the place waving her arms frantically up and down towards the flaming wreckage of what was once her space ship, a dramatic display of anger and dismay before finally plopping down on alien soil to silently weep for her fallen brethren. And oh sweet Azmuth KEVIN IS GONNA KILL HER when he finds out that the RUSTBUCKET III was burnt to shit entering the atmosphere because of a miscalculation, a small error in judgement on her part.

It never stops being a thrill really. Each day, coming down the TARDIS stairs to see the Doctor. His Doctor. His i m a g i n a r y friend the Doctor, the reason Rory never managed to make a friend last for very long. His very real Doctor, who came back for him. The excitement is almost enough to erase the consistent feeling in Rorys head that he’s missing something, something important. It’s the same feeling he used to get at school, and then an hour later he’d remember that he’d forgotten his essay at home. He’s much too grown up to forget essays however, and it can’t be that important or the Doctor would’ve reminded him of it.