❯ lonely people, in talking to each other, can make each other lonelier.
– Lilian Hellman
[FARREN]
At the snow-clad factory complex, a short and dark-haired woman greeted the eager buyers with the widest, friendly smile. She had curved features and a black coat that matched the darkness of her hair. An Ood stood behind her obediently.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ood Sphere." Eager chatter erupted under the volume of her introductory tone and even though the noise of unorganised conversation pissed her off, she held her smile expertly "And isn't it bracing? Here are your information packs, with vouchers, three dimensional tickets and a map of the complex. My name's Solana, Head of Marketing" -and proud of it "I'm sure we've all spoken on the vidfone. Now, if you'd like to follow me."
She was ready to guide the gaggle but was immediately interrupted as three running figures burst through to stand at the front.
Farren was quicker on her feet and skidded close to Solana first, the Doctor followed behind her right shoulder and Donna's wild head of ginger curls bobbed by her left.
"The guards let us through," Farren breathed.
"And you would be?" Solana asked, still smiling but a little suspicious.
"Ah, the Doctor and Donna Noble," He rested one hand on Farren as he brandished psychic paper with the other "And this here, is Farren."
"Representing the Noble Corporation PLC Limited . . . Intergalactic." Donna haughtily stated and ignored the Doctor as his teeth-bearing smile became tight and forced, an attempt to shut her up.
Oh, God- Farren thought, biting her lip to hold back a laugh as her eyes went wide.
Solana looked between the three "Must have fallen off my list. My apologies. Won't happen again- now then. Doctor Noble, Mrs Noble and the young Noble- if you'd like to come with me."
Farren cringed visibly and began to shake her head. The Doctor and Donna looked equally disgusted.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. We're not married." He countered and Donna supported him lightly.
"We're so not married."
"Never." The Doctor nodded.
"Never ever" Donna reinstated a little more seriously as Farren leaned forward.
"And I'm not their offspring," She huffed and all three of them shuddered at the thought.
Solana held an amused smile as she handed the Doctor a slim package. "Of course. And here are your information packs, vouchers inside. Now, if you'd like to come with me, the Executive Suites are nice and warm."
Farren perked up at that, she felt like her feet were icicles. "Oh, great I'm freezing." She writhed her toes and followed with a perky gait.
"What, even with all those horrid layers?" The Doctor smirked, on her heels.
"Yeah-" Farren was swiftly cut off by a blaring noise that swallowed the air around them. The three travellers slightly tuned, looking around once before turning to Solana expectedly.
"Oh, what's that? Sounds like an alarm." The Doctor pointedly stated and Solana faltered slightly.
Still, she held the door open, the excuse ready to roll off her tongue as she smiled at the crowd. "Oh it's just uh, a siren for the end of the work shift. Now then! This way, quick as you can."
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