Or at least he thinks so. Despite his wish to have this winter, with all it's memories and the sense of loss he's been feeling lately, to just pass by him despite his usual love of the season and his obsession with Christmas, the magic mistletoe seem to have other ideas.]
(A)
[First he tries to hide from the world in the rows and rows of bookshelves in the Library. Work always seems to be good to keep his mind off of unhappy thoughts, but just when he finally gets into a groove, returning books to their rightful place, he finds himself stuck.
Looking up, he stares at the little sprig of mistletoe that's perched on the top of a bookshelf at the end of one of the rows. Eight glowers at the pernicious little plant and reaches a hand up to snatch it down, but he can't really reach it, short as he is and as tall as the bookshelves are. He's stuck until someone kisses him or the plant disappears. But would you want to kiss that sour face?]
(B)
[Thinking the worst is over, Eight goes to the shops to purchase items their fridge at home is running low on (thank goodness for no more rationing), and as he's rushing past a few people to get out the door without having to be stopped to have a conversation with anyone, his entire body jerks to a halt so suddenly that the bag of groceries keeps going right out of his hands, flying forward to crash on the street, milk and eggs leaking everywhere.
As he looks up with dread, he groans deeply to find that, once again, one of those little bastard plants has rooted him to the spot. Again. His cheeks burning, he shoves his hands in his pockets and waits for someone to take pity on him or mock him mercilessly until the stupid plant lets him go.]
(C)
[Oh this is just getting ridiculous now.
Eight tries his hardest to keep far away from anything hanging over his head. By this time, he's been stopped over and over again, at least a dozen times, and he's absolutely certain that the little blighters are following him now. They seem determined to get him kissed or teased at every bloody opportunity.
In a last, desperate attempt to get back home so he can humbug in peace, he skulks through the open field portion of Gefion Park. Of course, he can't hide forever, and he has to pass by a few trees to head in the right direction towards home. And, of course, as soon as he passes them, he nearly falls flat on his face when the trees practically explode with branches and branches of magical mistletoe.]
Oh, this is just ridiculous! Why can't you leave me alone?
[And yes, he's shouting at the trees. It's been that sort of day.]
The Eighth Doctor | Day 556, Multiple Locations | OTA
Or at least he thinks so. Despite his wish to have this winter, with all it's memories and the sense of loss he's been feeling lately, to just pass by him despite his usual love of the season and his obsession with Christmas, the magic mistletoe seem to have other ideas.]
(A)
[First he tries to hide from the world in the rows and rows of bookshelves in the Library. Work always seems to be good to keep his mind off of unhappy thoughts, but just when he finally gets into a groove, returning books to their rightful place, he finds himself stuck.
Looking up, he stares at the little sprig of mistletoe that's perched on the top of a bookshelf at the end of one of the rows. Eight glowers at the pernicious little plant and reaches a hand up to snatch it down, but he can't really reach it, short as he is and as tall as the bookshelves are. He's stuck until someone kisses him or the plant disappears. But would you want to kiss that sour face?]
(B)
[Thinking the worst is over, Eight goes to the shops to purchase items their fridge at home is running low on (thank goodness for no more rationing), and as he's rushing past a few people to get out the door without having to be stopped to have a conversation with anyone, his entire body jerks to a halt so suddenly that the bag of groceries keeps going right out of his hands, flying forward to crash on the street, milk and eggs leaking everywhere.
As he looks up with dread, he groans deeply to find that, once again, one of those little bastard plants has rooted him to the spot. Again. His cheeks burning, he shoves his hands in his pockets and waits for someone to take pity on him or mock him mercilessly until the stupid plant lets him go.]
(C)
[Oh this is just getting ridiculous now.
Eight tries his hardest to keep far away from anything hanging over his head. By this time, he's been stopped over and over again, at least a dozen times, and he's absolutely certain that the little blighters are following him now. They seem determined to get him kissed or teased at every bloody opportunity.
In a last, desperate attempt to get back home so he can humbug in peace, he skulks through the open field portion of Gefion Park. Of course, he can't hide forever, and he has to pass by a few trees to head in the right direction towards home. And, of course, as soon as he passes them, he nearly falls flat on his face when the trees practically explode with branches and branches of magical mistletoe.]
Oh, this is just ridiculous! Why can't you leave me alone?
[And yes, he's shouting at the trees. It's been that sort of day.]