Three; Video

[reallygreathair]

[Who can resist a carnival especially at night? Certainly not the Doctor who appears on screen apparently eating what looks like cotton candy. He thinks it’s all brilliant as he walks by some rides, people screaming in fun with their hands up in the air. There’s nothing odd about this at all. There’s a curious part of him that wonders if with all this activity if Alonso is around.

He appears distracted stopping by a haunted house and peering at the entrance, which resembles a black and white hypnosis circle. It’s enough to make a normal person dizzy.]

Alonsooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

Comments

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

Maybe you should just let it settle in one place for a while and see what happens?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Yeah, me letting it settle in one place.

[He gives her a "be serious" look.]

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

She'd be settling and not you.

[She looks at her feet for a moment.]

You could move around. At least until you find a way out. There's still other things to see. What about asking your other self for help?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

[Sees her looking down and swipes a stick of cotton candy from a passing vendor.]

Oi. Chin up, Rose. We're at a carnival.

[Hands her the cotton candy.]

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She takes it and looks at him with an appreciating grin. She can't help it if the thought of losing him forever hurts.]

You're right.

[She leans over and kisses his cheek before taking a bite.]

Thank you, Doctor.

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

[He looks a little dazed.]

Yeaaaaaaaah. I mean, you're welcome.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She notices and offers him some cotton candy.]

Are you sure, you're okay?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Oh yeah. I'm fine.

[Waves off the cotton candy.]

Too much sugar in those. My hearts will race.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

More for me then.

[She takes another bite although still concerned.]

Since when are you worried about your hearts racing?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

900 plus years old now.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

What about those other activities that you do?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Other activities?

[His eyes flash down to her chest again before shooting back up to her forehead.]

What do you mean?

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She notices and wonders if there's something of her forehead. She brushes her hair back with her hand.]

You know all that running and stuff.

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Oh. Right! Yes. Wellllll, that's different.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She finishes the cotton candy.]

Different? [She snorts.]

Right. Sure it is. Hearts are still racing.

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Not as much as with all those sugars in that stuff.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

Well you're definitely missing out.

[She looks up ahead to see different vendor booths.]

Wanna try some carnival food?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Unlike you, I'm trying to keep my figure.

[His eyes drift and linger a bit over her then shoot back up again.]

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She notices again but then gives him this mock offended expression.]

Oi! I can keep my figure just as well.

[And now she's curious.] Who are you trying to impress by keeping it?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

Hello? Running? Can't do that very well if I'm the size of a beach ball.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She laughs at the mental image.]

That would be some sight! But suppose I can understand.

[She approaches one of the booths and orders an elephant ear. Because she really needs more sugar in her life.]

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

[His eyes drift down to her arse as she's ordering, and he smirks at a memory. He mutters.]

I think one won't do much harm.

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She breaks up a piece and looks back at him offering it to him.]

A small bite won't hurt, yeah?

Re: [Action;]

[reallygreathair]

[Looks up in surprise, wide-eyed.]

Small bite of what?

Re: [Action;]

[missrosetyler]

[She shakes the piece of fried elephant ear in his face.]

This. You don't want it?