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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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[It's an effort not to want to just shake Andrew when he goes still.]

A dream? What sort of dream? [She raises a hoof and makes a circling motion.] Go on, go on! What dream, Andrew?

[She'd probably give him whiplash.] Home. I was...home. I don't think I wast there for long.

[Her eyes widen.]

Home. You actually made it back home? What happened? What d'you remember?

...Rose.

I...it had been so long.

[Donna's breath catches in her throat. Rose. The Doctor's Rose. No. Andrew's Rose.]

Oh, Andrew... [She doesn't know what to say, just pulls him into a tight hug for a moment.] She was all right, yeah?

[He hugs back ~~if slowly~~.] I'd barely even been there, you know? I was -- really young when Calice brought me here. Really young.

I don't think Rose bought the pony story.

... Of course she didn't, dumbo. Who would? [Her tone is gentle, even if her words are a little exasperated.]

I'm glad you got to see her, even if it was only for a bit. That's... that's really good. Just how old were you, though?

She is the one who crashed through the walls of the universe with a bloody great gun. [And thus should believe in pony universes, honestly.

Well, he did bring it up. He ducks his head; he didn't quite tell Donna this part when he finally had to explain who he really was, did he? And if it was strange coming 'home,' it was triply so for how little time he'd had there before Calice got him. He's literally spent nearly his entire life as an earth pony.]

...Two days.

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[Donna stares at him for a long moment. Though, from his perspective right now, it might hardly be half a blink.]

Two days? You're, like... less than 3-years-old right now?

[Granted, he has two lifetimes in his memory banks to draw on, but that's still... what?]

[At least it doesn't seem to throw her for too much of a loop, to judge by how quickly she replies.]

Well --

Yes.

Oh, my God, you're like a baby! [She's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but it's a thing that perhaps makes other things make more sense? Donna pulls him into another hug.]

You've done so much and you're only 2. God, Andrew, why didn't you tell me?

[Alright, hugging again. He couldn't dodge even if he wanted to, and he doesn't really want to. He lets out a low, rueful chuckle.] Well, you did call me a baby literally within a minute of finding out.

[Point taken...]

You know what I mean. It's just... I didn't know you were that new. Hadn't had any time to work out us.

[She pulls back and gestures between them.]

I guess I thought when you turned old that one time...

[Another vague gesture.]

You've been putting on a good face for it.

Well, two adult sets of memories. [Neither of which is his, but never mind that. He offers her a wistful smile.]

I'm fine.

Maybe... [Her own smile is rueful, and then she frowns.] But you're still moving at, like, a glacial pace. You know that, right?

You're moving fast.

...And your hair is slimy, why is your hair slimy?

[She frowns.]

Poison Joke. It's an epidemic. And I am not moving fast. Oh, god... you caught it, too. [Donna sighs.] Andrew, I think that's meant to be the joke for you. Always running around, half Time Lord. You got slowed down. I got pondweed for hair.

I thought it was a poison, not a communicable disease. [Andrew, stop using words like 'communicable,' you are holding up this conversation even more than it has to be.]

It's a poison that's communicable. Like poison ivy. [The most annoying poison... except for this one. Poison Joke is a hundred times worse.] They're looking for a cure at the moment.

Doc Brown's got a lab set up, and I know Don was trying something along with Zecora. If you think you can run, we might be able to get there in half an hour or so.

[Because at a 'walking pace', they might be there in half a day.]

I haven't touched anyone! [Figures. Just figures that he'd reappear and immediately be infected sans vector. Thanks, ~~Obama~~ Calice. He sniffs in a deep sniff and lets it out in a sigh and a nod. It's not that far, and from his perspective it'll just be a little bit of a jog.]

Course I can run. When can't I run?

...Race you there.

[And so he shall.]

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Wanna wrap this up with a ftb on them heading out to meet up with Doc Brown/others?

yessss