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The Doctor And I {Psych13 and Moi}

The Doctor began pacing back and forth, thinking, as she spoke. "We're looking for a transmitter. The Consciousness, which is the ring leader in all this, is controlling every single piece of plastic. So," She stopped pacing and looked at him. "it needs a transmitter to boost the signal." She sighed running a hand through her hair. "It would need to be round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London." She looked so confused it was aborable.

The Doctor And I {Psych13 and Moi}

The Doctor was very upset. "I lost the signal. I got so close." She said before kicking a rock in her anger and it went sailing through the area. She then looked at him completely calm and with a grin. "Disappears there, appears here." She explained vaguely. He wouldn't understand.

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"Melt?" She asked him curiously. She then looked behind her and saw the head melting. "No, no, no, NO!" She said, clearly panicing. She ran around the TARDIS hitting complex looking buttons, switches and levers. "You might wanna hold onto something!" She yelled to Dexter. She held on to the console tightly as the TARDIS began moving. "I'm following the signal and it's fading." She explained and then, all of a sudden, they stopped. "We made it." She said cheerily before running to the doors.

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The Doctor was confused for a second but, she then remembered. "Jessica? Hadn't thought about that. She should be fine." She said and when she whirled around to face the console she let a guilty look come over her face. She had not thought of that. Oops?

The Doctor And I {Psych13 and Moi}

The Doctor responded easily and quickly. "Yes, I am an alien." She then tilted her head at him. "Is that alright?" She asked him curiously. Finding out about aliens and the fact that she was alien couldn't be easy exactly.

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The Doctor had stood in front of the console with a smirk on her face watching his reaction. She then mouthed along with him as he mentioned it being 'Bigger on the inside'. She then turned to the console and began hooking the head up to the console while she spoke to him. "You see, the arm was too simple, but the head's perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source." She then turned to him, her hair whirling everywhere.

"Right, questions. Where do you want to start?" She asked him while looking down at her outfit with a frown. Not very pretty. She'd have to change. But, she shook it off for now. Instead looking back up at him with a huge grin.

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The Doctor wandered over to the TARDIS and gave Dexter a very wicked grin. "I'll tell you what, let's go in here." She said, patting the TARDIS feeling it warm beneath her hand. She then opened the door and gave him a wink before walking inside.

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The Doctor grinned widely before she began shaking the champagne bottle vigorously. "Don't mind me. I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!" She said before releasing the cage on the cork. And it went flying into Jessica's forehead. "Yes!" She said happily but, her happiness was short-lived when the plastic Jessica spit the cork out. "Dang it." She mumbled, dejected. The plastic Jessica's hand turned into a chopper and she wrecked a table. The Doctor then had an idea so, she ran over to plastic Jessica and gripped her head tightly before pulling it off. Yet, the body continued to flail around. This caused The Doctor to sigh in annoyance. She whirled around before running to the door that leads to the back entrance. She opened the door before yelling to Dexter. "Come on!"

The Doctor And I {Psych13 and Moi}

The Doctor didn't give up. "Sir, your champagne." She said with insistence in her voice, to Dexter while keeping an eye on the girl.

Brighter Days

Brandy glanced over her shoulder at the group. "Perhaps we should get to know each other? Find out our strengths so that we can know who is best at what for the group?" She suggested as she stood walking timidly over to the group. Her notebook in her arms, held close to her chest. Her pencil behind her ear, held close in case she needed to right something down.