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[Oncoming Storms] Response
Apr. 19th, 2008 03:34 pm Get your character drunk.
By now she should have known better when the Doctor told her not to eat the food or drink the water. After all, she had been travelling with him steadily for months by now. And common sense said that what may be edible for one species wasn’t for another.
Still, everything on this planet was gorgeous. When the Doctor had said Phototron Five was known as a pleasure planet, he had meant it. The ocean sparkled like diamonds in the golden sun. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which was a gorgeous blue-purple-pink colour that reminded Sarah Jane of a permanent sunset. Beyond the beach was a lush forest of unique, vine-like plants. That was where the town was – the town past the huts on the beach that is.
The Doctor had abandoned her by the water hours earlier, wandering off with some village elders to discuss the current tourism rate. She had thought that he had fit right in. As the elders stroked their bushy white beards, he played with the fringe of his scarf. Sarah was too preoccupied with collecting seashells to notice when the talking stop and the wandering off had begin.
( Not that Sarah Jane cared now, either. )
By now she should have known better when the Doctor told her not to eat the food or drink the water. After all, she had been travelling with him steadily for months by now. And common sense said that what may be edible for one species wasn’t for another.
Still, everything on this planet was gorgeous. When the Doctor had said Phototron Five was known as a pleasure planet, he had meant it. The ocean sparkled like diamonds in the golden sun. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which was a gorgeous blue-purple-pink colour that reminded Sarah Jane of a permanent sunset. Beyond the beach was a lush forest of unique, vine-like plants. That was where the town was – the town past the huts on the beach that is.
The Doctor had abandoned her by the water hours earlier, wandering off with some village elders to discuss the current tourism rate. She had thought that he had fit right in. As the elders stroked their bushy white beards, he played with the fringe of his scarf. Sarah was too preoccupied with collecting seashells to notice when the talking stop and the wandering off had begin.
( Not that Sarah Jane cared now, either. )
