#panicmooncompanion

[thedoctornumber11]

Starter for panicmooncompanion

((OOC: Sending a starter towards @panicmooncompanion since we haven’t interacted in a while and I wanted to change that))

The Doctor had been visiting Erika weekly and today was Saturday, the day of the weekly visit.  He landed his TARDIS outside her house and rang the doorbell.  He wasn’t sure if she’d want to stay in, or go out for an adventure, so he parked the TARDIS fairly close.

[thedoctornumber11]

☺ (Christmas Meme)

The Doctor walked into the kitchen and looked around.  “I’ve never really done much baking before,” he told Erika as she followed him in.  “I’ve done lots of cooking, but not much baking.  How do we start?”

[beatingdrxms-blog]

My Faithful Companion

@panicmooncompanion

Part of acting the role of a candidate for Prime Minister, and perhaps one of the most enjoyable parts of it, for that matter, was acting like a one of the measly little humans the Doctor always seemed so fond of. Eating their food, living in one of their made buildings, having conversations with normal people to spread the word of his candidacy, every personal meeting a potential chance to get yet another voter on his side. And honestly, he was doing it very well.

Because he was making himself seem human, doing human things that people could catch him doing, as though it were just a coincidence. People loved meeting celebrities after all, even if they were political ones. Just as well; the name Harold Saxon was plastered all around the streets of London, all around the country, along with photos of his smiling face and sweet, well crafted words that no one knew were meaningless. Vote Saxon, they all read, and he just loved it.

Today, that accidental place was a bookstore, a cozy little thing with a bunch of boring looking tomes that he pretended to take an interest in. So far, seven people had come up to him, asking who he was shaking his hand. He’d only been there for an hour. With the shop about to close, it seemed like a good deal. Not to mention, he had skimmed and scanned the place twice now, picking up a book or two to make it seem like he was actually looking for something. He’d probably throw them into the stack of other useless human junk the moment he got home.

Five minutes left, and no one but the girl working left in the place. Time to call it quits, the Master thought, as he chose one last book and sauntered up to the counter, placing the three things down on the counter and giving the girl his most winning Saxon smile, “Good evening.”

[thedoctornumber11]

✪

“Erika?” the Doctor asked, knocking on her TARDIS bedroom door, “Where do you want to go today?” he asked before knocking again, not realizing that the door was already slightly open.  The door opened, and he noticed she wasn’t dressed.  “Whoops, sorry,” he told her, blushing as he closed the door behind him.

[captainamericarogers]

[text]:Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him.

Texts from Last Night inspired text starters

[ text: ] Which drunk friend is it? I have a fair few.

[thedoctornumber11]

🌹

"I think she has a very cute face.  It’s not just her eyes or nose or anything like that.  She just has a cute face.”

[thedoctornumber11]

💋

“Hello,” the Doctor grinned as Erika walked into the console room.  He ran over and kissed her on the cheek.  “I think today is going to be a great day,” he told her cheerfully.

[thedoctornumber11]

Sexual Sunday Starter for panicmooncompanion

The Doctor smiled at one of the shops.  He had taken Erika shopping at an outerspace small.  They had gotten food and bought a some clothes, and even a few microchips the Doctor planned on using to upgrade the sonic screwdriver.  However, the store in front of him was unfamiliar.

“A sex shop?” the Doctor asked, “Is that really a thing?”  He raised an eyebrow just a bit. “Want to go inside?” he asked.