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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things!

--um, what was next? Oh. Right.

Of shoes! And...um, ships? And sealing wax! Of cabbages--ew, and kings!

I don't remember the rest. I think there was something 'bout oysters. Which are gross. They're all slimy and have sand in them and last time I ate them, I got sick.

((Because the TARDIS is in need of some crack. Rose Tyler, age five! Again! Yaaay--*shot*))

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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[it seems so. ): checking behind a tree! ] Two!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[She's still wandering. :O What happens if he reaches ten?]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[it's a mystery to us both. DX wandering a bit ahead, and a bit louder,] Three!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Let's leave him hanging for a little while longer, then. :O]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[s-so cruel. ;___; he'll be checking around another tree, though] Four!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[She's not really doing it on purpose! I promise.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . [hm, this might be the first inklings of fear] Five?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Awwww, Doctor]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Rose Tyler, I am really not joking around.

. . . Six!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Is that a new icon?]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[actually yes--! It's replacing an old one--! And by the way, the Doctor is checking in some bushes for the missing Rose. ): ]

Seven?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he can find her when he reaches nine. She'll fall or something]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[we can only hope; running a hand through his hair in frustration and looking around] Rose, I've gotten to eight!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Oooh, a beetle! Let's follow it!]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[still looking around and-- oh, was that a flash of blond hair darting off he spotted from the corner of his eye?] Nine--?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Falls, ow]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Ten--

[oh, so it was a flash of blond, ah but he's crouching down next to her] Did you hurt anything?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Pouts] I dunno.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[checking her knees and elbows ))): ] What got you so worked up, anyway?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

What?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What was it that you were chasing after?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Lots of things.

--that! [Sees the beetle fly away and tries to chase it]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[this time he's grabbing onto a shoulder and even if he's not using his KUNG-FU GRIP, it's very clear he has no intention of letting her go. :I ] Ah-ah-ah. No. Sit.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Tries to run off for a second, but then sits] But I don't like sitting.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[still checking for damage. :I ] You'll sit till I'm sure you're not hurt, eh?