From the Journal of Sarah Jane

1. Make a list of the gifts that you would give to other people, if money and power were no object.

[ooc: Individuals mentioned from a variety of different games/verses/what have you. Point is? They are all individuals on her friends list that Sarah has gifts in mind for.]

born_running: A trip about the galaxy, completely danger free and preferably with the Doctor and K-9 joining us.

callitavesper: What do you give the man who has given you something as precious as a daughter, a husband and a proper family? I wish I could give you everything your heart desired. In the end, I think the only gift I can give you is the promise that I will always, always be there for you. I love you. And, materialistically? It would most certainly be a framed photograph of our family.

clever_wanderer: I think a box of tissues might be appropriate, considering all the crying I seem to do around you. But any gift? I’d find some way to fix the TARDIS for you. I know you aren’t happy with the way she’s acting right now. I just… oh, I wish I could make everything right for you.

cocky_cockney: Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. :D?

coffeekingianto: A pretty little China teapot and some Darjeeling tea. If that doesn’t convince you of tea’s value, I honestly don’t know what will.

eleventh_doctor: I think you need a bright pink teddy bear that says best mum. You certainly can be to Luke when you want to.

exiled_prof: Perhaps… oh, if I could give you anything? It might just be a child.

gethin_jones: An extra helmet for whenever he’s not alone on his bike.

hapan_heiress: A shopping spree at Hamley’s.

i_heart_winona: A weapon good enough to replace Wynonna.

izzie_mcphee: Most definitely a good pair of running shoes.

j_harkness11: I think I may just be willing to offer to babysit at some point so you and Ianto can enjoy some time alone.

londonsdaughter: A practical guide on how to travel with the Doctor, complete with illustrations on how to best thwack him when not listening. It’ll quite possibly be written by yours truly, if you don’t mind, Donna.

lost_a_hand: Not quite the best gift in the universe, but a banana milksahke and the promise to be the best companion I ever can from this point out. This time, I’m not giving you any reason to leave me behind.

lovetolongago: Another kiss. Or, if not, a trip for two to this new Earth we’ve found ourselves on.

ninewho: A silly Hawaiian shirt, the tackier the better. You need some sort of colour to brighten up your wardrobe.

not_on_her_own: I know the perfect gift for you, Maria: a leather bound journal so you can start some writings of your own.

not_tindog: A K-9 unit of your very own. Someone like you ought to have one.

notanarc: My prized typewriter. I need to give it up sometime, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather give it to than a fellow journalist and a wonderful friend.

queenofmay: It may be a children’s book, but I think it might give you some insight to what women of both the modern world and the past are quite capable of: Lives of Extraordinary Women. And another book, Literature of the Women’s Suffrage Campaign in England. I do hope you find both useful.

rude_not_ginger: I think that, perhaps, I would want to get you a kitten. I have very fond memories of rather enjoying my time with a kitten who had your personality, after all.

shot_my_shoes: Your own little yacht. Then, if you wanted, you could have your own travels to gloat about someday.

slasherofprices: If I could control such matters, it would be another chance at life and this time with me and Luke in the picture.

thecricketer: Would you fancy a new cricket set? I’d even be willing to throw in a game or two with you, if you promise to make the odds more interesting. Say, winner has to treat the other to trip of his or her choice?

thedoctorwho: A part of me wishes that I could give you my promise that I’ll never do anything to make you cross again, but I know that isn’t true. So it would have to be a photograph I took one day when you were lounging about Milliways. So that you remember that you can always visit me here.

toshtosh: One of the Doctor’s old sonic screwdrivers.

velvetdoc: Some silly gizmo that you could have fun playing with. I wouldn’t understand it at all, of course, but I’m certain you’d try to explain to me anyway.

walkineternity: I would work up the courage to give you the absolute and honest truth about how much I adore you.

works_in_space: Most certainly another trip to James’ London.

4. Roleplay Prompt - For some reason, you're tied together with someone else. Now what?

There are always perils associated with a trip to Milliways Bar. Always. Be it magical gender switching or transfiguration into animals or even random songs, there are real perils associated with a trip. It usually akes for interesting times. And sometimes, it makes for annoying ones.

Today, Sarah Jane finds herself face to face with one of those latter events. Without Valerie to serve as a figure of neutrality, she and Le Chiffre had spent the past fifteen minutes bickering over who arrived first at a barstool. Sarah was more than certain it was her. The other man was convinced otherwise.

Bar, as they found out a few moments later, isn't fond of such a row. So very not fond that, in effect-

"Oh, this is all your fault!" Sarah Jane yells, glaring down at their tied wrists.

Is there something that your muse does that shows a certain emotion or feeling? Do they eat when they are depressed? Run when they are upset? What things does your muse do, either intentionally or as an automatic reaction, when dealing with certain events or feelings?

Sarah Jane wears her emotions on her sleeve. She doesn’t try to hide her feelings most of the time. If she doesn’t want someone to know something, she’ll go into another room or another place and avoid them. That’s usually a drastic case though, as she tends to be rather honest about everything. If she’s upset, she’ll cry easily. Happy: smiles everywhere. Angry: beware a temper.

It’s that simple. For a change.

Make your muse dance. Can they dance? What do they look like when they do? What kind of music would they most likely dance to? Who would they dance with?

Given the proper location, music, and partner, Sarah Jane would enjoy dancing. She wouldn’t be the most graceful or the most talented dancer on the floor – far from it, in fact – but she would be the one with the greatest amount of laughter in her features. Sarah would be the girl who would not care about following the proper rules of dancing: she would consistently step on the toes of her partner (half by accident, half on purpose), she would keep her eyes on her feet a lot, she would let hands wander, and more than anything, she would probably try to seize the lead away from her partner. Dancing for Sarah wouldn’t be about looking good in front of people, it would be about having fun and taking pleasure in her partner’s company.

With that in mind, the sort of music would really matter much to her. With Sarah Jane being a girl from the seventies, she probably grew up dancing to the pop of the sixties and whatever else was popular in her times. But as long as it’s a melody with some promise of fun, she probably wouldn’t complain. And if it is a familiar tune, well all the better then, right?

However, if this dance became highly formal or put Sarah in the spotlight, I think all of the above would not apply. Then, in this scenario, she would try to remain as serious and to the rules as possible. Given that, dancing in these conditions would not be Sarah’s first choice.

As for who she would dance with, that list would probably include just about anyone who asked. But (not that she would ever admit it), if she could pick anyone to dance with, it would be the Doctor.

Your favorite possession has climbed to the top of the Empire State Building and is threatening to jump. Talk your beloved item out of jumping by expressing your love and letting it know why it's so important to you.

“Oh, K-9! Oh, get back here, won’t you?”

Sarah Jane stood with her back and palms flattened to the wall of the Empire State Building, trying rather hard not to look down. Heights had never been her strong suit, and at this moment, she felt dizzier than at any other time. It probably had something less to do with being pressed back against the wall of the building, back flat and palms clutching paint, and more to do with the whole reason she had snuck out of the Observatory in the first place.

“K-9!”

That flipping dog! For the life of her, she couldn’t remember what had possessed her to bring him with her to New York while on assignment. Maybe it was because he was a recent acquisition to Sarah’s collection of oddities – a gift she had received from the Doctor last Christmas – and one that meant more to her than anything else she owned in the universe. She hadn’t been ready to part with it yet, not even for a week.

And now…now she was chasing him throughout the Empire State Building, past the Observatory and in to the Staff Only entrance and up more stairs to the very top of the tower. An area where, Sarah Jane could note quickly enough, only those workers with absolutely no paranoia of falling away from the antennae tower and to the concrete below should go. It was clearly an area she should never be, and she felt sick as the wind ruffled her hair.

“You daft metal dog! Don’t tell me you’re malfunctioning already!” It would be like the Doctor to give her something that would start having problems within months. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, willing for the wind to stop so she could inch around the corner a few more steps to where K-9 sat too close to the railing. “Oh, K-9!”

“Yes, Mistress?”

At last! It had taken him long enough, but with the response came the release of a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. Slowly, Sarah Jane opened her eyes and carefully glanced over to her pet, careful not to let her view dip too far below the horizon. She smiled weakly at him, and tried nodding to the open door.

“K-9,” she began, trying to be stern but unable to keep the quiver of fear from her voice, “we ought to go back inside. We don’t belong here.”

They seemed like silly words, coming from her, but at the moment Sarah Jane would honestly and wholeheartedly comply with rules if it meant getting off this narrow balcony.

“Negative, Mistress. My task is not yet complete.”

Sarah sighed, rather audibly. Oh, that dog! It would figure that any former pet of the Doctor’s would be just as stubborn as he was! As patiently as she was capable of, Sarah asked, “And what task is that?”

“To jump,” came the quick and assertive robotic reply. “I need to see if my primary repulsion jets are still in functioning order. This building appears to be a superior location for the test. It fits all qualifications, including your concern of human passer-byers, Mistress.”

“My concern of…K-9! You can’t be serious, can you? Um, ah… oh, I really don’t think the top of the Empire State Building is where we should be having this conversation right now.”

“Negative, Mistress.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Sarah Jane replied, reaching out with one hesitant hand towards the robot dog. “That should be ‘affirmative, Mistress,’ not negative. Get back here, K-9. I’m not losing you over some daft test!”

“Your concern has been noted,” K-9 replied, ears twitching as he spoke. He moved closer to the edge and Sarah Jane gasped. “However, it is unnecessary.”

“No it isn’t!”

She winced, sighing. Sarah had never liked begging, but it seemed as if right now, her stubborn dog was giving her no choice. She was determined never to let anything happen to him. He was her last connection to the Doctor. And more than that, he had become her friend and companion. One who had become as dear to her as his previous owner. If K-9 jumped and if his jets really weren’t working, Sarah Jane would never forgive herself. He was her responsibility. He was her friend.

“K-9, we’ll do flying lessons at home. Right now, I just don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re my best friend, the only one I have left. Please, K-9? Please?” Sarah’s eyes glistened with budding tears. “This is positively barmy to do this here. Adequate or not, can’t we start with something smaller? I love you.”

The dog turned its head, and Sarah could almost imagine him cocking it rather like a real dog. Its red eyes (if you could call them that) glowed, and she knew he was considering her request. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, K-9 rolled forward away from the edge of the top of the world, towards Sarah Jane and safety.

“Affirmative, Mistress.”

Who or what makes you laugh?

I don’t like clichés. I’ll tell you that now and I’ll keep by that until the day I day. But if I had to pick just one cliché, one motto to live by, I think that maybe - maybe - it would be that one that says laughter is the best medicine. Because it’s true, isn’t it? Seeing the irony in life, in the situation, the underlying note of humour that just makes you smile and twitch until it’s full blown laughter - that’s what makes you feel good. It’s what makes you feel alive.

That’s not to say that we shouldn’t go about making fools of ourselves on a day to day situation. But poking fun in the situation, taking the mickey out of someone for something absolutely daft? That’s how life should be lived. It’s how it should be enjoyed. I know first hand just how short life can be, just how precious every moment is, and how much it has to be enjoyed. And there really is no other way to show your appreciation but to laugh alongside your best friend.

So I wouldn’t say any one person or thing makes me laugh. It’s everything. It’s life. Life that’s just so simply wonderful that you can’t help but smile at its intricacies. Although on that note, I do have to say this:

Doctor? More than anything or anyone else, you make me laugh the most.

Thank you.

After being gone for several hours, you come home and find something in your home that wasn't there when you left. What is it, where is it and what are you going to do about it?

There was a pitchfork in her room.

Sarah Jane didn’t know why there was a pitchfork in her room, a rather new looking one with still shining metal spears and polished oak wood, but there was a pitchfork in her room nonetheless. She had only been gone for a few hours, a trip to the library and then to that lovely pool for a soak with a good book. Then the plan was for a quick nap before they landed in London.

But there was a pitchfork in her room. It was a pitchfork that was leaning against her bed looking so inanely out of place against the four post bed. It was a pitchfork, Sarah Jane considered, that would look out of place anywhere except a barn.

After staring at the pitchfork a second more, Sarah sticks a head of still damp hair out into the hallway to see the Doctor walking her way. She blinked again, rubbing at one eye as if to make sure she was seeing everything correctly. Sure enough, there he was with his curly brown hair covered by a straw hat, dressed in a red and brown plaid shirt and wearing overalls. He was carrying a pitchfork similar to the one in her room.

“Doctor?”

“Get a move on, Sarah Jane. We have work to be doing.”

Slowly, Sarah looked back in to her room, eying the pitchfork with disdain and then the Doctor with confusion. It was as if all of the sudden, her life had left Oz and wound up in Kansas instead.

“Ah, Doctor?”

“Yes, Sarah?”

“You’re carrying a pitchfork almost identical to the one in my room.” It’s amazing just how rational she was able to make the sentence sound just now. “Is there a reason for all this?”

Maybe coming back to find a random pitchfork in her room was worth it just to see the awkward expression that filled his face as he thought of a response. Her eyebrows arched upward as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the doorframe, waiting for a response.

“Well, you see. The TARDIS may have inadvertently landed in the middle of a rather large pile of hay in a barn loft somewhere. From what I was able to see, it appears that we’re somewhere in America, turn of the twentieth century, I’d say. And well.” The Doctor shrugged. “I may need some help digging her out.”

Ah. So that’s what the pitchfork was for. Sarah didn’t bother stifling her laugh and only smiled brightly before stepping out of the doorframe and in to her room. Shorts and a blouse probably wouldn’t do. “Let me just change in to something a little more suitable and I’ll be right there.”

He smiled jollily and she smiled back before closing the door behind her. Well, there was a pitchfork in her room that needed to be put to use. The nap would just have to wait.

Does your muse engage in and/or enjoy sex? Discuss your muse's sexual behavior and conduct.

Yes and yes. Even though Doctor Who is family friendly television, Sarah’s a feminist living during the start of the sexual revolution and second wave feminism I can wholly see her supporting the ideas go with that as part of advocating Women’s Lib. Like everything else, in her eyes women should be given the same expectations and allowances as men when it comes to sex. They should be capable of engaging in pre-marital sex, have as many partners as they wish, etc. without being looked upon any differently as a man would look upon himself.

( I sort of can't believe I wrote this much. )