Great Minds Shop Alike, RP for eleventh_doctor

[thecopper]

It was a surly day in Cardiff, and a Friday to boot, the kind of day that Gwen generally spends hiding at her desk and then sprints home in hopes of not being stuck in poor weather. So she was already a bit annoyed when Rhys called, asking her to swing by Tescos and save him from an apparent lack of bread and lager, the two necessary items that made it possible to survive the looming weekend.

Trying to hide the fact she was almost seething, she bustles into the Tesco Express, thankful for the blast of warm air that greets her pink cheeks. The shop is near full, people wandering about in search of their own weekend necessities. Sighing, Gwen slips into the crowd, heading towards the beckoning alcohol isle with intent, trying to avoid toes and limbs swinging in her way.

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[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen skids clumsily to a stop and watches the Doctor, on her heels again as soon as the other woman starts off. She wonders if she has a special alien sensing finger, or is just taking the piss. Either way, Gwen has to fight a grin.

"That depends," she says in response. "on if you mean 'much more fun because Jack isn't here.' In which case I would tend to agree!"

It's kind of fun for Gwen, you see, having the Doctor all to herself?

Her head whipped around. "I think I just saw something that way," she points down a typical, gloomy, foreboding alleyway.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

CLEARLY the thing to do is go tearing off down it without doublechecking or anything.

Unfortunately, the Slitheen is running down a perfectly sunny and lit boulevard right now, so.

._.

"I saw that going better in my head," she says, coming to a stop in front of a dead end.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Clearly, because that is the way Torchwood does things! The Doctor really should know better.

Of course, they spend a lot of the time staring at dead ends, too.

Gwen rolls her eyes, and takes the moment to catch her breath. "Well, where in bloody hell did he go?"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Probably," she says, just a little bit grumpily, "in the opposite direction."

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen huffed. "Well, don't ya have something to trace him? Like... a Siltheen tracer thing?"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Slitheen tracer thing? Hardly. Though-"

Thoughtful tapping of finger to lips. "Maybe-"

She takes off without warning back out of the alley. KEEP UP GWEN!

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen gawps for a moment before kicking it in gear and following the Doctor.

She thinks this Doctor person definitely has a, well, different way of handling things. But, you know, pretty fun.

"Where are we goin'?" she asks, doing her best to keep up.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Life with the TARDIS! Lots of running. Seriously, a lot of running.

"To the TARDIS!"

As if there was NO OTHER PLACE they could be going. Obviously.

And OH LOOK. THE TARDIS IS PARKED IN THE PARKING LOT. Don't ask.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen jogs behind the Doctor, trying to not be caught off guard by the blue box sitting amongst mini Coopers and the odd Range Rover.

Of course, when she thinks about the TARDIS she usually imagines a ship, and not a little blue box. Gwen probably should spend less time watching YouTube videos at work and more time doing research on aliens, really.

She pauses outside of it. "Well, at least you didn't park illegally," she says.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"-There's illegal parking?"

This possibly explains a lot about Bessie. At any rate, the Doctor shakes it off as unimportant and opens the door, stepping in and leaving it open for Gwen.

Go on.

Say it.

We dare you.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen prepared to respond with a quip about parking tickets, as she tries to avoid commenting on the rather rugged looking TARDIS in front of her. She doesn't think the Doctor would appreciate her remarking about it so early in the game, so she keeps her mouth shut and slips past into the door, wondering how an advanced alien race manages to travel in such a tiny--

Ok, that would be how.

And, well, since you asked so nicely.

"It's... bigger on the inside," Gwen remarked dumbly, standing in the carnivorous interior of the TARDIS.