Tuck Those Ribbons Under Your Helmet [Closed]

[economicalrhinoplasty]

Eva waits on the log for a very long time, until the chill from the shoe tree leaves her shivering slightly, her teeth clicking irregularly as a replacement for her normal twitching and jerking. She's become a very patient person, she thinks - she measured her life in three-day cycles for so long that she thinks she no longer views time like a normal human being, but rather in some extended and flimsy nature, like a rubber band with all the elasticity stretched out of it.

Given that she has no watch on her - Stacy's unique perspective on time, even more distorted and deformed than Eva's, has long since made watches useless - she can't properly estimate how much time she spends sitting there waiting, but she expects it must be hours, since she feels tired and bored and tiny icicles are starting to form around her eyelashes and bangs.

Somehow it seems strangely appropriate to sit around waiting for the Doctor. He doesn't seem to follow anyone else's schedule. She wonders how many people before have sat on this log, waiting for something, maybe for the Doctor or for deliverance or for God. Or maybe she's singularly unique, the sole passenger in this log's history, and this is the one moment in time where this log not only exists but is sittable, and has been seen by sentient eyes.

She's starting to think like him. All the silence in her own head is getting to her. Maybe she should get her Yeerk back. She misses conversation.

That's a terrible idea.

She gets up and twists her back some, eking little pops out of her spine. She wipes the ice from her eyes, careful not to harm her makeup, although it did get smeared somewhat during the dumbwaiter trip and library attack. It's the principle of the matter.

Tossing her hair up into a clip again, she walks in the direction the Doctor took off towards, her feet adjusting to the sockless interior of her new shoes. "Doc?"

Comments

Going to have Eva free Eleven instead of Victoria

[makeherblue]

"Eva?" The voice is surprisingly far away.

There's some scrabbling sounds like someone is trying to push through the brush and then a sigh, an impressed "these are really good knots, for a plant!", and then the Doctor tries to call Eva over again.

"Eva, over here!" The voice is low to the ground and once Eva gets close enough to poke through the brush, she'll be able to see that the Doctor has somehow managed to end up tied to the ground by some of the roots.

He already looks bored out of his skull. That's the danger of this forest he's starting to realize. Dreadfully dull! Hardly a proper Everything Forest when Nothing is all that seems to be happening here. Maybe he ought to change the name, when he's not in danger of dying of boredom (literally). Give it a few centuries locked up in here. It's oddly poetic given his history and that near-miss with the Pandorica -- he has to wonder if this was one of the Master's little touches. If so, it's a bit brilliant, he has to admit. The Doctor's face lights up when he lays eyes on Eva.

Eva Salazar. Unlike Amy, the girl who won't wait. Oh Eva, he could kiss you! In fact he might have to after this! You don't understand how horrible death by boredom is to someone like him! The Doctor shivers, partially from thinking about all that Time stretching out and nothing to do or see, and also because really, it is rather cold, Eva, and his tweed jacket is already soaked through with snow. He tries to beckon her over with his chin, trying to pantomime that she should use that human ingenuity of hers and try to cut him loose without getting caught by the roots.

Don't worry, Eva. He trusts you to do the job.