#interl0per

[driftvoid]

She saw it as part of her job, working for HR after all, to meet everyone working for UNIT. At least everyone working at HQ. Meeting EVERYONE might be a little too ambitious, even for her. But she could at least make an effort. – And so the heels of her bright red boots were echoing through the hallways as she made her way to medbay. A way she would have found in her sleep, since she had made a habit out of sneaking in to meet Gordy on her lunch break. Today she wasn’t here to talk to her friend, and it was still some time until one would actually consider having lunch. Just about 10 am as she pushed open the door to the small office and showed Belinda Chandra her brightest, most charming smile to leave a good impression.

“ – Maddie Tam. People and Culture Officer. – Nice to meet you, Belinda. – Do you mind being called Belinda? I always think using first names creates more of a team spirit, that we need at UNIT, but there are always some people who don’t like it. Or were it feels totally weird.” | @interl0per [BELINDA] LIKED.

[unitlead]

 ❝ I'm afraid I can't do that Dr Jensen, ❞ She gestured to the spare seat in front of her desk as she settled into the one behind it. 

❝ We have to minimise the risk to the timeline and that means you and Miss Williams will have to remain on base until we can find a way to safely send you back. Rest assured, I have our best scientific mind on it. ... you know, I think you'd like her actually. ❞ A touch of amusement played on her lips at the thought. Romana had taken a while to settle into her role at UNIT, but she had always been invaluable to the team. Driven. brilliant. If Rachel's file were anything to go by, then she would appreciate that brilliance.

Doctor Rachel Jenssen, Intrusion Counter-Measures Group. ( ICMG ) Kate had seen many an unbelievable sight in her time, but somehow, this had still managed to surprise her. In many ways, UNIT owed its beginnings to Counter Measures. So too, it's eventual restructure. A government task force, led not by the military, but by science? ❝ Regretfully, this office and the lunch room are the only glimpses of two thousand and fifteen that you'll have to go on. ❞

@interl0per / accepting.

[driftvoid]

“I’m sure Ms Stewart has explained what UNIT does and what you will be doing, working for us, but do you have any more questions, Miss Chandra? – No matter whether it’s about your position here or about UNIT’s work in general.” If it had been him in her shoes, he would have had another million questions and in the end even those wouldn’t have been enough. But perhaps travelling with the Doctor – and everything else Belinda Chandra had been through – changed your view on these things, and suddenly an organisation such as UNIT was self-explanatory?

He gave the young woman sitting across from him at his desk a smile and then pushed the printed contract he had been holding, closer to her. “ – Paper might seem a little old-fashioned, but it’s still proved reliable over the years I’ve been doing this job now.” | @interl0per [BELINDA] LIKED.

[carbondated]

 ❝ No. Carry on, don't let me stop you. No X marks the spot in the archaeological record, isn't that what you said? ❞ That trademark smile exuded smugness, from the curve of her lips to the sparkle in her eyes. She eased herself down to sit at the edge of the well-dug trench, legs dangling off the depths.

All for show. The theatrics of it.  Age had mellowed her, but it hadn't robbed her of that zest for life she had always carried. Take the diig for instance. She knew she'd be jumping in feet first, whether her colleague asked her to or not. But she did so like to see Professor Summerfield stumble over her words.

❝ Ask me nicely, and I might be persuaded to lend a hand.❞

@interl0per for our fav archaeology gals.

[roisdevivre]

rewritten || @interl0per 's belinda chandra & the doctor

"Up."

He tapped her, none too gently, in the middle of her forehead, snapping his fingers in front of the young woman's face to rouse her. Leave her alone. Wake her. Let her rest. We'll never get to the fun bit if you don't-

"UP."

The Doctor crouched, bending over the prone figure, his face slightly too close for comfort. Wet, dark eyes flickered rapidly over the girl's face, then away again, his focus intent, then just as suddenly, far, far away. It was her. He had seen her. Down the unwinding paths of time.

Miss Belinda Chandra.

The nurse who would follow The Doctor.

A man he would never become now. She would never become. Nevermind. It was a perfect fit. The Doctor and The Nurse. The Nurse and The Doctor. It didn't matter if he was a little bit... well... early.

"The robots have gone now. I've just saved your life. Imagine that... It's giving me tingles. We'll get used to it. Are you going to spend the rest of the day on the floor?"