We Can Work It Out [audio]

[thedoctorsmate]

[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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[4thdimensional]

"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."

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[thedoctorsmate]

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.

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[4thdimensional]

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.

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[thedoctorsmate]

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.