Jo wasn't one to let a bit of weather stop her from going outside. Well, the blizzard had, but that only lasted a day and it had been fun with lots of people in the Compound, so she hadn't minded. But this had been going on a few days now and there was no telling when it was going to stop. So she went out anyway.

It took a lot longer to get somewhere if you were going against the wind - but a lot quicker if you were going with it. Now it was dark she was going sideways to it and it kept blowing her off the path. She ended up just going with it, hoping that at some point she'd be able to loop around and end up back at the Compound.

She wrapped her coat around herself, partly because it was quite cold and also because it had a tendency to stream out behind her like a cape. Which had been fun at first, but now just tended to be an annoyance.

The river appeared out of nowhere. One minute she was walking along, minding her own business, the next minute the wind blew her sideways again, and then she discovered the ground had disappeared from under her feet and had been replaced by cold, running water.

Although she flung her arms out it wasn't enough to keep her footing and she fell over with a cry.

There's nothing worse than sitting locked up in a cell with the Doctor, knowing that there's nothing you can do to get out of it because you've already tried everything.

When Cliff told Jo that the Prime Minister was going to show the world that aliens existed, all she said was, "That'll be nice," and he laughed and kissed her.

Jo woke up slowly and frowned, trying to work out what it was that wasn't right. It was a few minutes before she realised it was the smell. And the noise. When she opened her eyes she had a moment of panic, trying to work out where she was. When she thought back to the previous evening she remembered going to bed in her room in the Compound. And she didn't have a hangover, so there was no reason why she would have forgotten anything that happened the previous night.

When she pushed back the covers she discovered she was still wearing the pyjamas she'd worn when she'd gone to bed, which was something at least. She got up and peeked behind the blinds at the world outside and it definitely wasn't the island. But she recognised the landscape outside - and the soldiers doing drills helped with that. Turning back to look at the room she realised it was the bunk room at UNIT HQ and she wondered how she could ever have mistaken it. Except it wasn't somewhere she expected to be.

It must mean the Doctor had rescued her at last, even if it didn't explain why she didn't remember him doing so. Nor did it explain why she wasn't alone.

From a few people now:

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I can't help thinking that if I just knew Mike was in love with me at the time I'd have done things differently, and yet being able to look back on that time I can't say what it is that I could have done.

Continued from here

Jo slowed down a little, so she couldn't be said to be dragging him towards the Compound any more and changed her grip to thread her fingers through his, but loose enough so he could keep doing that.

"In that case I'd be honoured to see it." Which made her wonder just where he had it if it was well hidden. "But the only thing I have to show you is a slightly messy room."

Jo had been secretly curious about what went on upstairs at the Catscratch Club since it opened, if not curious enough to go on her own. But being in a group of people meant they were bound to have a good time. Okay, so they'd all have to pay for it, but at least once they were inside the drinks were free, the music was good and the strippers were interesting, if nothing else.

There were generally two places it was best to start looking for the Doctor: the TARDIS and the Treehouse. Although there were no guarantees he would be at either of them and there was a whole island to search. So Jo removed all doubt and wrote the Doctor a note, asking him to meet her at the TARDIS.

When she got there she was either first or he was already inside. She tried the door but it didn't open - although he could have just gone inside and locked the door. She wished she'd told him ages ago that she'd lost her key and then she'd have one now. But it was too late for that now and she certainly wasn't going to admit it so long after the fact.

So she sat down with her back against the door to wait and think about what clothes Chase might like out of the wardrobe room. Assuming the Doctor managed to find it.

It was too hot for all this running Jo decided as she stopped to catch her breath. As she looked around to check if she was still being followed she was glad to see only the Amazon around her. It should have been comforting - she'd lived here long enough - but it only showed her how many places there were to hide.

News was slow to make it out here and by the time they found out the President had been assassinated, the Prime Minister of Britain had made public contact with aliens and was now destroying the world, half of the Amazon rainforest had already gone. For a moment it had made her wonder why they had bothered to try and save the Earth all these years, but there were more important considerations now.

Like the survival of the species. And rescuing Cliff.

He'd been taken to what Jo suspected was some sort of slave labour camp. Although her first instinct had been to stick with him, she knew she was far more use staying free and working out how to get him out of there before it killed him. Although she'd managed to fight her way free from her would-be captors, it didn't stop them from following her.

But, as she stood, prepared to start running again she knew she'd stopped for too long. The Toclafane never needed to rest. Even as they swarmed overhead she ran - she'd seen what they could do to people they caught up with and she didn't intend for that to happen to her.

Write at least 100 short sentences about your character. The sentences should not connect and should not follow one another in any logical way. The idea of this exercise is to force you to outrun your own thoughts and intelligence and critical mind. Be careful not to be monotonous, using the name of your character or a pronoun to start each sentence.

OOC: Some of this is TR canon, some is RS canon and one sentence is just meta.

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Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily requiring a thread, are important to note for the sake of development. The important stuff should always be played out, but we know you can't always play everything, and sometimes you need a little nudge in the right direction.

This is the post for discussing what our pups might get up to that doesn't get threaded. Just indicate in the comment whether you're talking about TR, RS or prompts/sws etc.

...for the RP mun friending meme


(savagestime, I haven't forgotten the Sarah as Harry's pimp idea, I just haven't got to it yet :))

The last time Jo had been ill she'd assumed it wasn't serious and then it turned out it was. Although it had also mysteriously disappeared a few days later, which made her think it had been one of those strange island things. Now, she was just glad it wasn't anything like the body swapping she'd seen.

This time, though, she wasn't taking any chances so she'd gone down to the clinic to get checked out by whichever doctor was on duty there.

When she got there, she didn't recognise the man who was frowning over a thick book and hadn't noticed her arrival. There were still lots of people she hadn't met yet, so she wasn't going to worry about that.

"Hello," she said, or she planned to. What actually happened after she took a breath in was a coughing fit. She had to sit down before she fell down.

At that the man looked up. "Are you all right?"

It seemed a strange thing to say to someone who was too busy coughing to reply, but he also filled a glass of water and put it down in front of her. Once she could breathe again she gave him a grateful smile and took a few sips. "I think I've just got a cold," she said, afterwards, and sniffed, "but I feel terrible."

"Let's get you checked out." He smiled at her. "I'm Dr Sullivan. How long have you felt like this?" He was already rummaging around in cupboards even as he spoke.

"Jo Grant. And just since yesterday." She didn't get a chance to say more because then he put a thermometer in her mouth. She went cross-eyed trying to look at it but couldn't really complain because that was what she'd asked for, after all.

"There is something going round," he said, while he frowned at her file and she wondered just what was in it. When he took the thermometer and looked at it all he said was "Hmm," which she wasn't sure she liked the sound of at all. "Any other symptoms?" he asked.

"Just a blocked up nose, headache, sore throat, tired and dizzy." Those were all the things she was feeling at the moment anyway. "And a cough." Although she supposed he'd worked that last one out for himself.

He nodded. "It's probably just the cold that's going round. Get plenty of rest, drink plenty of water and come back if you don't feel better in a few days."

That was it? He'd barely done anything at all. And she needed to be better tomorrow. "But the masked ball is tomorrow evening."

He raised his eyebrows. "You won't be well enough for that."

Okay so she didn't feel well enough to go to a ball but that didn't mean she didn't want to. "I shall go to the ball," she said and stood up, raising her chin in defiance. Except she got up a bit too quickly and put her hand to her head with a groan and wished the room didn't spin so much.

"Back to bed with you." He put a hand on her shoulder and passed her the glass of water. "You'll only make yourself worse otherwise."

She sighed, but did as he asked because sleeping sounded liked a good idea just at a the moment. She tried not to think about everyone else having a good time tomorrow night, while she lay in bed and felt sorry for herself.

It was only as she left the clinic that she heard a sneeze from behind her and she wondered if the cold extended to the doctors too.

The trouble with offering to bribe people was that when you got what you wanted, you had to go through with the bribe. Not that Jo was averse to making biscuits of any kind, it was just that it wasn't that easy the first time, given the lack of chocolate and proper scales. And having to remember all the amounts in the recipe.

Even though they hadn't been out of the oven for long they were already very hard. She sipped the tea she'd made while they were cooking and decided it didn't really matter. They looked and smelt good, and as long as George turned up and they found J.D. and she won her bet and she didn't give any biscuits to anyone after that, no one would know.

I missed the good part then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in, I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in

Jo might be all happy and breezy as normal, so no one suspected a thing, but the mock A levels didn't go well at all. It wasn't that she hadn't revised - that was what the night before was for after all.

It was when she opened the first exam paper that she had a feeling of dread that didn't leave her for a long time. She remembered a fair bit and had thought she would be all right. But she didn't even understand the question; it didn't seem to relate to anything they'd learnt at all.

As she poured over the question, pretending to read it carefully, she pondered her options. She couldn't drop out now because she'd promised her parents she would stay at college and finish her A levels. She really didn't want to get stuck in some dead-end job where she never had enough money to do any of the wonderful, amazing things she wanted to do with her life (just as soon as she worked out what they actually were).

So she would just have to do the best she could now, conceal her results from her parents and then work hard for the next few months before the real exams. The trouble was that she wasn't used to working hard at lessons and there were far more interesting things to do than homework.

Pimping the Pimp my RPG meme - go and tell the world about the great RPGs you're in.

Hmm, Jo now appears to be Harry's pimp...

(My mun is bored)

justprompts: 12/3-26/3 I'll Keep Your Memory Vague by Finger Eleven


Now you've gone away
Don't worry it's ok
That you're gone away
Further than yesterday
But you'll never leave these scenes
My mind replays

Where in the world have you gone now?


Nothing had changed, Jo found, as she walked up to the entrance of UNIT headquarters. Even though she'd been away in the Amazon with Cliff, life at UNIT had gone on without her. Which she supposed it always would, and if it didn't it would be a disaster, but still, she hadn't properly realised it until she came back here.

She didn't recognise the guard on the gate, but she smiled at him, flashed her pass and he let her through. Inside was much the same: everything looked the same as when she left, but all the people were different. UNIT often had people leaving and others joining, but it was easier to keep up when it was one at a time.

She was glad, therefore, when she came across Sergeant Benton. She greeted him with a smile and he was equally pleased to see her and tell her about his promotion.

But when she asked him "Where's the Doctor?" his face fell.

"I'm afraid he's not here."

That wasn't really a surprise. "Do you know when he's coming back?" She didn't expect him to know the answer to that - the Doctor never really knew himself. But it was always possible he'd given a date this time.

Benton shook his head. "I don't think he's coming back."

"Oh." But that one syllable didn't begin to cover what she felt at all. She knew the Doctor would carry on without her and that one day he would leave Earth for good. She just hadn't expected it to be so soon. Even if she hadn't been able to save him that piece of wedding cake. "Can I... is his lab empty?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Grant, it's now the science lab. There's always something going on in there."

He did look sympathetic, she noticed, but it didn't help. "In that case, perhaps I'll just...." She looked round, unable to find anything to do. It wasn't as if she worked here any more. "Is Mike around?"

"He's not in UNIT any more."

Her eyes went wide. "He's not dead is he?" People usually left UNIT when they died or because they couldn't cope with all the alien stuff. Since Mike definitely hadn't had a problem with the latter, that suggested something far worse had happened to him.

Benton shook his head again. "No. But I think you should ask him why he left," he replied, anticipating her next question.

She wondered if Benton didn't know or wouldn't tell, but she would definitely find Mike next and speak to him. She'd missed him too, although not as much as she'd missed the Doctor. "I should probably go. I'm sure you've got lots of things on." They didn't need her hanging around the place.

He smiled warmly at her. "Come back and see us again sometime."

Jo nodded, but she wasn't so sure she would. UNIT wasn't the same without the Doctor and Mike there. She turned and slowly walked back outside, but for the first time since she married him she had to remind herself she was starting an exciting new life with Cliff. It was just leaving her old life behind that was harder than she expected.

Singing please, please, please
Come back and sing to me
To me, me

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