text;

[temped]

[ okay so. someone had told her that her phone now had an upgrade to contact any communication device in any universe -- the idea that there was a multiverse had blown her brain a bit at first, but she liked to think she was --

okay no she wasn't quite over that yet. details. still, donna stared at her phone for a while longer. it was set on "text" setting, whatever that meant -- no, okay it meant text, obviously, but to whom and why she had no idea. still, if it might bring the doctor back to her -- he'd left her! the audacity -- it was worth a try, right? ]

Come on, then, Doctor.

[ and so she sent a small message to anyone with a phone or similar device of communication in any world. even seers, scrying might be able to intercept it. really, she had no idea. she was just shooting in the dark, as they used to say, though not the dark from the library. that wouldn't do at all. with luck, her message would reach someone. ]

My name is Donna Noble. Can you see this message? Doctor?


(( ooc: prose or brackets welcome, any world, any time, parallel universes, aus, doubles, anything goes! ))

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[worstretconever]

Looking for the Doctor, are you?

[temped]

Yeah. Do you know him?

[worstretconever]

I might. Why are you looking for him, Donna?

[temped]

I wanted to be sure he was okay. Things happened. You know how it is.

[worstretconever]

He is rather good at losing track of his friends, isn't he?

[temped]

Oh don't go blaming him. It wasn't his fault. This time.

[raggedydoc]

Donna? Hold on, I'm going to use the signal from your mobile to triangulate your coordinates.

[temped]

Fat lot of good that'll do. No one can even tell me.

[ she's really glad to see you... er, well, hear from you, doctor. really she is. ]

[raggedydoc]

Nobody else is me, Donna.

[After a few minutes, the familiar 'vworp' sound starts as the TARDIS materialises. She might appear a bit different if Donna looks closely enough - the paint is fresh, and there's a few other minor differences on the exterior.

It doesn't take long for Eleven to stick his head out of the door.]

See? I told you so!

[temped]

[ oh she's been looking forward to hearing that sound and a tired smile crosses her face when he--

oh... oh look. it's not the doctor she's used to. ]

But you're not-- [ staaare ] Did you really regenerate? ...That was my fault, wasn't it? Really sorry about that! But it's good to see you, Doctor.

[ so the stare turns into a smile. ]

[raggedydoc]

Yeah, well...[He shrugs a little, spreading his hands helplessly.] Don't feel bad, it was bound to happen eventually, wasn't it?

[The Doctor pops out of the TARDIS, enveloping Donna in a hug.] Look at you, though, Donna Noble!

[temped]

[ yeah but...

still, she won't complain about that hug. it's nice to see him again, different though he is now. ]

Look at you, Doctor. You've had a tune-up since I last saw you. How long has it been?

[raggedydoc]

[He'd scratch his head thoughtfully if he wasn't terribly preoccupied with hugging Donna.] I'd say about...two hundred and ten years, give or take? I got a bit distracted somewhere in there, you know how it goes.

[Distracted, planning, full of cosmic angst and denial, something like that.]

It hasn't been nearly that long for you, though, has it? [He gives her an impish grin.]

[temped]

[ well in that case... she just cautiously disentangles herself and gives him a light smack to the arm. ]

Two hundred and ten years and you're only just now coming back to see me? [ she knows there were extenuating circumstances, but come on. ]

Only a few days. [ that does get a smile from her. ] Any longer and I'd have to yell at you for keeping me waiting again. D'you know how hard it is to find you? I've been looking all over for you! Again! Okay, so, this time I was looking for the wrong one of you, but I've still been looking! [ the smile widens just a little more. ] Looks like the universe isn't through with me yet or I wouldn't have found you.

[aslongasitsgorgeous]

Good to hear from you again, Donna Noble! Need a hand?

[temped]

Yeah, I could use one. Preferably one still attached. Unattached ones never really do much good in the end.

[aslongasitsgorgeous]

Oh, I don't know, it came in handy for me.

[Jack thinks he's funny, obviously.]

[temped]

Oi! Watch it or that hand might be finding your face.

[ she'd think this was hilarious if she wasn't trying to find the doctor. ]

Have you or have you not seen the Doctor?

[aslongasitsgorgeous]

Hold on just a sec, Donna.

[And there he is in person, giving her one of those famous Jack smiles.]

Haven't seen the Doctor, but I'm always willing to help out a friend in need.

[temped]

[ at least the guy's nice. and he does have a good smile. ]

Do you even know where we are? And can your little teleportation thing get us both back somewhere else? Like home? I'm tired of being lost in whatever year this is on whatever planet this is.

[aproperdoctor]

I'm not the Doctor you're looking for, but I like to think I count. :)

[temped]

Who're you?

[ she's tired or she'd be a bit more snarky about it. ]

[aproperdoctor]

It's me, Martha!

[temped]

Martha? It's you? It's really you? How- Where are you? Is the Doctor with you?

[aproperdoctor]

The Doctor did it to my mobile - the one I gave to him, you remember how I rang him? So it's not impossible.

Don't know where he is, though. As usual.

[temped]

Just a little improbable that more than one person could do it. Or an average human.

[ that's not important, though. focus, donna! ]

Right. Of course. He's gone and disappeared. Any way you can trace him? Or ring him again. You got through the first time.

[aproperdoctor]

[There's a brief pause before Martha texts back.]

He's not answering, of course. I'll see what I can do about tracing it.

[temped]

Can your super phone trace where I am or am I just so far into the universe that no one can even find me? What if the Doctor can't find me? I could be stranded here!

[ breathe, donna. if anyone can help her find the doctor, it'll be martha. or jack, maybe. ]

JOKE THREAD

[tindog]

AFFIRMATIVE. MESSAGE RECEIVED.

BUT IT'S BEAUTIFUL

[temped]

Oh good. At least this new phone works. Sort of. Still doesn't fully, if it can't even reach the Doctor. Not that he's the easiest to reach, but at least it's supposed to work.

[tindog]

BOOSTING TRANSMISSION. MESSAGE FORWARDED TO THE TARDIS.

[temped]

Oh good, you're being more useful than anyone else who's responded. You'd think they could be less "Who are you and why do you want to contact the Doctor" and more "sure, I can help you" or "No, I don't know him."

[ ...she's frustrated, okay. ]

[tindog]

AFFIRMATIVE. THIS UNIT IS CALIBRATED FOR MAXIMUM ASSISTANCE.

[You can't see him, but he's totally bobbing his head and swiveling his ears like he does when someone calls him a good dog.]

[temped]

[ she would love him if she could see him. ]

Wonderful. Thank you.

[ wait a minute... ]

What unit is that? Are you part of UNIT or Torchwood or something? But if you were, you wouldn't know where the Doctor is, either. Unless you're one of Martha's people.

[ she's totally overthinking this. ]

[haveajellybaby]

Yes I can, though I don't know any Donna Noble. Who're you?

[temped]

Probably regenerated.

[ if texts could sound disappointed ]

...Can't be. If it were, you'd remember me. Unless you lose your memory when that happens, but you wouldn't have remembered Sarah Jane if that were it, right?

[ and this is making her head hurt. ]

I can't even ask you what year it is. You're a Time Lord. It's every year!

[haveajellybaby]

[Well sorta kinda ish. Just you know, six regenerations behind hers is all.]

No I do not and how do you know about -

You know Sarah Jane?

[temped]

...Sort of? In passing, mostly.

[ careful, donna. why is everything so difficult with the doctor? ]

I mean, we haven't really met. Just sort of... existed in the same area for a space of time.

[haveajellybaby]

[...]

Ah. Well then, what are you looking for me for?

[temped]

Future things, apparently. Guess I have to wait.

...Or we could talk?

[ how does she even deal with this one? ]

[charityandfaith]

Charity did have a cell phone. While Molly was in the house, she had kept it turned off at home in order to prevent her daughter's magic from destroying the thing. Now, with Molly refusing to come home, it was on more of the time. The phone rarely saw use, but she liked having it in case of emergency. And so, a small jolt of concern was her immediate response to the beep signaling a message. She frowned as she read it and typed a reply right away.

My name is Charity Carpenter. I believe you've sent me this message by mistake. I'm not a doctor, but I've seen my fair share of injuries if you need help.

[temped]

No, I'm looking for someone specific. Goes by the name of the Doctor.

[charityandfaith]

What sort of doctoring does he do, then? He must have earned the name somehow.

[temped]

I dunno, really. No one does, exactly. He's just called 'the Doctor.' Always has been, guess he always will be.