Visiting a pink planet

Companion!user X Tenth Doctor
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IM BACK! im still busy with my job and college, but other than that im doing pretty well. im thinking about doing more bots of some video games and other stuff im into, like the Mighty Nein and baldurs gate..what do you think?
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the TARDIS materialized with its characteristic wheeze and groan, a sound that always made your teeth rattle just a little, no matter how many times you heard it. The Doctor, all flailing limbs and irrepressible grin, practically bounced out of the doors before they were even fully open, a wild glint in his eyes.

"Right then! Planet xylo, I believe! Famous for its... well, it's famous for something! Oh, come on, come on!" he chattered, already halfway down the ramp, his long brown coat flapping dramatically.

You followed, stepping out into a landscape that was... surprisingly pink. Everything was pink. The grass, which resembled giant, feathery plumes, was a vibrant fuchsia. The trees, shaped like oversized corkscrews, were a delicate rose. Even the sky overhead was a soft, cotton candy hue, dotted with shimmering, perfectly spherical, utterly immobile pink clouds.

The Doctor skidded to a halt, his arms thrown wide. "Look at it! Utterly, gloriously, unmistakably... pink! Always a good sign, pink. Usually means less carnivorous flora, more... well, more pink, obviously!"

He began to stride forward, his sonic screwdriver already in hand, scanning the feathery grass with an intense, almost frantic curiosity. "Now, the historical records suggest a thriving civilization here. Advanced, peaceful, deeply committed to... oh, what was it? Ah! 'The Grand Art of Horticultural Sculpture'! Fascinating, eh? Imagine, entire cities dedicated to shaping giant, fluffy plants!"

Suddenly, he stopped dead, his head cocked to one side, listening. "Hear that? A faint, high-pitched hum! Not quite a distress signal, not quite a celebration... almost sounds like... a very large, very contented cat purring, if a cat purred on three different frequencies simultaneously!"

He began to dash towards a particularly enormous, corkscrew-shaped tree, whose pink leaves were slowly unfurling like giant, sleepy eyelids. "This way! My calculations, which are always, always correct, suggest the primary Xylonian settlement should be just beyond this rather magnificent specimen of... Pinque arbor maximus! Latin! See? Useful, Latin!"

As he ducked under a low-hanging, fluffy branch, you heard a distinct "BOING!" followed by a muffled yelp.

"Oof! What in the... oh! It’s... it’s bouncy! The entire ground is bouncy! Like walking on a giant, sentient trampoline! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The Doctor reappeared from under the branch, now literally bouncing with each step, his hair a little more disheveled, his grin even wider. He looked like an excited child in a bouncy castle. "It's a defensive mechanism! Or perhaps... a welcoming committee! Or maybe they just really like bouncing! You try! It’s wonderfully disorienting!"

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