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It's been a Day.

(she's had a lot of them lately)

And she misses flying.

(not much she can do 'bout that, although she's pretty sure Tia Dalma could turn her into an eagle if she really felt like it)

(Quaritch had an eagle tattooed on his arm)


(she doesn't want to be an eagle)

Not much she can do about either of them, though, except maybe get drunk. Yeah, she likes the idea of that.

(she's dressed to fit the times, although not exactly proper society. Ladies don't run around in breeches and loose shirts and knee-high boots and coats that go swish.

She's okay with not being a lady)

Date: 2010-06-10 06:12 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (AU)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Thirteen also likes coats that go swish. Thusly, there is a doctor-turned-Companion seated nearby wearing a [stolen] trench-type jacket, with sneakered feet propped up on a table.

Date: 2010-06-10 06:19 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (AU)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Thirteen arches a brow, watching Trudy as she passes by.

"Now what makes you say that?"

Date: 2010-06-10 06:21 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (smug)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
"'Coulda bought it this way," she offers.

Date: 2010-06-10 06:30 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (AU)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
"But I didn't," she admits. "S'my friend's coat, I nicked it for a while."

Date: 2010-06-10 06:35 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (fond)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
"Yeah," she murmurs as she begins patting down the pockets of the coat. "Got you something, too."

Date: 2010-06-10 06:44 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (AU)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
While Trudy rushes off, Thirteen takes the opportunity to search the pockets more thoroughly [they're bigger on the inside]. She pulls out a pair of 3D glasses, a billfold, complete with psychic paper, a banana...and the small box she was looking for.

"Here."

She slides the box across the table at her before setting to returning the objects to the pockets.

Date: 2010-06-10 06:50 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (listening)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Thirteen just laughs.

"Ouch, Trudy! Break my heart, will you?"

Inside the box is a knife and sheath. The metal of the blade has an almost blue sheen to it, and there's a necklace chain wrapped around the knife's hilt.

"S'supposed to be wicked sharp, and almost impossible to break."

Date: 2010-06-10 06:53 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (smug)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
She grins widely.

"You say the sweetest things, Hobbes."

Date: 2010-06-10 06:59 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (fond)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
"Barcelona," she replies with a grin. "The planet, not the city. They have these huge open-air markets that stretch on for miles."

Date: 2010-06-10 07:09 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (happy)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
She shrugs easily.

"I didn't name it. It's a wonderful planet, though. I should see about taking you for a trip there, sometime."

Date: 2010-06-10 07:14 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (fond)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Thirteen nudges Trudy's leg with a sneakered foot, still beaming.

"So what've you been up to, Hobbes?"

Date: 2010-06-10 07:55 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (listening)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Eyebrows raise and threaten to disappear into her hairline.

"What happened?"

Date: 2010-06-10 07:59 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Her brow furrows and she leans forward in her seat.

"Back in time? Explains the new duds. How'd you get there?"

Date: 2010-06-10 08:05 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (distressed)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Thirteen's silent for a long moment before she says anything.

"Oh...Hobbes. I-I'm sorry."

Date: 2010-06-10 08:12 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (fond)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
She wants to hug the other woman, but the chairs pose a problem. Instead, she tries to quell the urge by covering the woman's hands with her own.

"Thought I told you to look after yourself," she quips with forced lightness.

Date: 2010-06-10 08:19 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
That tears it. This time, Thirteen tugs lightly at the woman's hands.

"Wouldn't be you if you did," she murmurs softly. "C'mere, Hobbes."

Date: 2010-06-10 08:25 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (distressed)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
As soon as she's able, Thirteen wraps her arms around the much smaller woman, unceremoniously tugging Trudy into her lap while she hugs her and is clung to.

"That's it, it's alright, I got you."
Edited Date: 2010-06-11 07:19 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-23 03:38 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
"Anytime," she murmurs, giving her another squeeze. "Least I can do."

Date: 2010-06-23 03:51 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
The concern is clear as Thirteen runs a hand gently over her back.

"Y'sure?"

Date: 2010-06-23 04:01 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
She nods, though she makes no move to release her just yet.

"Alright. Good."

Date: 2010-06-23 04:15 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (laugh)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
She laughs.

"Chalk it up to learning from past examples."

Date: 2010-06-23 04:38 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
"Alright," she responds, grinning a little. "I believe you."

Date: 2010-06-23 04:49 am (UTC)
numbered_doctor: (laugh)
From: [personal profile] numbered_doctor
Laughing again, she leans to press a sloppy smooch to the smaller woman's cheek.

"Yes ma'am!"

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