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We Can Work It Out [audio]

[All right, this has gone long enough. Hiding in her little cottage is really not working. In spite of being embarrassed about the mossy mess that her mane as become, Donna takes to the scrolls.]

Okay. Scientists. I know there are, like, 20 of you out there. What's actually being done about this Poison Joke thing and how can we help? Because I'm about sick of having my hair constantly damp and slightly slimy. It's a mess on my pillow in the morning, and I'd really rather not live life on plastic sheets, thanks.

I know the regular cures for the Joke aren't working. What's next?

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[Running off to fetch things? Well, she's already infected. How much worse could it get?]

How much of the Poison Joke d'you think you'd need to experiment with?

Five flowers, to be on the safe side.

All right. [Time to put on your game face, Donna, and soldier out.] Where should I come once I've got it? I can do this! [Even if it's alone.]

Edited 2015-07-02 04:51 (UTC)

I'll return to my shop in the town square. It's shuttered for the next few days, luckily, so I'll have the time to work this out.

I'll be there when I've got them!

[And so, Donna Noble, intrepid and drippy of mane goes slopping into the Everfree Forest in search of Poison Joke flowers. She's already infected anyway, isn't she? It's with a few more scratches and after evading a bear that definitely had a stinger and stripes like a bee, that she makes it to the town shop. She tries to be a little discreet, but there's a trail of scummy water that follows after her as she walks. She knocks on the door to Doc Brown's shop.]

Hullo? Is anybody in?

Right here.

[Yes, the Doc is in. His mane isn't as bad-off as hers, but very unusually for him, it's completely flat---not that he's affected too badly, it's mostly overwork.]

Ms. Noble?

[Donna really doesn't want to slime him, so she holds out the bag with the flowers she's collected for him to take, staying as far as she can from him.]

Doc Brown, isn't it? You can call me Donna.

[And she's just a little giddy, maybe, in spite of all this. Marty McFly and Doc. Ah, it's a treat.]

I've got your flowers in there. Best be careful, though. If you need anymore I did find a good patch of them.

I won't ask you to trek out again. This will be all I need.

[Doc's determined for that to be the case.]

Come in, sit down, this place is a dump anyhow you'll be harming nothing.

[Donna would really like it if she doesn't have to do that again, thanks. Doc's consideration is appreciated and noted with a smile as she steps in, still trying to be mindful of the wet, moss trail she's leaving.]

I can help you clean if up after all this is over, if you'd like. Not afraid to get a bit of grease on the elbows. What are you working on in here right now? Apart from the Poison Joke, I mean.

The time machine---I'm sure you've heard about it. My teammates are preparing to go back and observe a key event or two in this Equestria's history.

[She nods.]

Yeah, I... my friend, Andrew, wanted to help with that, but he's... [She shrugs noncommittally.] Home, you know? I've got experience with time machines, though. Used to travel in one called the TARDIS.

I've lost half my crew lately---that's why it's critical I leave as soon as possible, before I'm sent home as well. I owe you all this.

[He begins the chemical reaction then, watching the small fire go.]

TARDIS? I may have heard about it before. What was it like?

[Donna keeps a wary eye on the experiment. You'll forgive her, Doc. She's used to living with mad scientists who blow things up...]

It was amazing. Nothing like the De- [probably don't want to mention that] -dealies I'd seen on the telly. Sci-fi shows, you know? It's shaped like an old Police Box from the 1950s, but it's so much bigger on the inside. The TARDIS is alive, and she's wonderful, knows just where to stick you when there's trouble that needs sorting. The Doctor did a lot of that.

Sorting trouble, I mean. Had to get him out of it more than once.

Doc didn't quite catch that---but he wouldn't have minded too much. He already knew there were others who knew all about his adventures.

Of course, there was one question front and center in his mind. "Of all things, why a police box?"

Just as well. Donna's still not keen on breaking the 4th Wall for anyone. Existential crises are rough.

She only snorts at the question. "Have you ever heard of a 'Chameleon Circuit?' It's meant to let the TARDIS disguise herself for wherever she is, but it broke and the Doctor never got 'round to fixing it. Guess he was in London when it went all pear shaped. Personally, I think he just likes it that way now. It's got a perception filter - this sort of thing so nobody thinks it's weird. Reckon that's enough to keep it hidden. More or less."

Sometimes.

"I haven't, but it's an excellent idea. I'd have to look into building one, but the holographics would be expensive..."

He shook his head. "But I've got my plan, he's got his. And currently we're more concerned about getting ourselves back to normal, correct? I won't dilly-dally further."

Donna smiles at him, a touch of sadness there. The Doc really does remind her of her Doctor in some ways. "Don't think any of us can afford to dilly-dally much longer. I've been a pony for over a year. Feels like I might start forgetting how to walk on two legs before long.

"I'll leave you do it if you want to get back to work. Or... if there's something I could do to help a bit? Maybe tidy up the place for you? At least the mess. Might drip everywhere, though." She wrinkles her snout.

Doc waves her off with a little smile. "Thank you for the offer, but it's organized as I like it...honestly. And you should be getting some rest."

She's not that kind of sick, Doc, but okay. Start worrying about her already, why don't you.

Donna snorts. "Maybe. Good luck, Doc. Hope to hear about time travel soon, yeah?" And with that, she'll see herself to the door. Oh, what she wouldn't give to ride in his time machine, but she's not the person who would actually know how to build or manage one. That's her boys. The ones who aren't here.

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