paixaomb | ☇ audio ☎

Entry tags:

☇ audio ☎

What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I thought so, too, but then I took Timon and Pumbaa out and bought a fez. By the way, I see you've been speaking to the Master. Do try and stay away from him, all right, old girl?

It's brilliant!

The meerkat and the warthog from that lion movie?

The Master? Is that who it is? I thought he sounded familiar... I should have pieced that together when he mentioned TARDIS' not talking back. Always seeing things as machines and not beings, that one.

You sound excited. Things always happen when you're excited!

That's them!

It's him. I thought things might be different this time, but... [trails off, a little sadly]

Yep! Aren't you excited! I mean, ,listen to us! We're talking!

You can't always fix what's broken. You've always had a hard time learning that lesson.

Yes, with mouths! [ there's a squishy noise suddenly of her rubbing her cheeks and mushing her mouth, which muddles her speech a bit ] Flesh mouf ish sho awkvard though.

You didn't see him the last time. He was so brilliant. And he saved me. He saved all of us.

WIth mouths! Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

I think you might have mentioned that, when we were going back, to look at Donna and the blond girl. But he was still broken, you know that he was, Doctor. [ her voice is soft, some semblance of sympathy for him in there ]

Well, I shall certainly try! I have a feeling I might be stuck here.

That's right, I did. And it's not his fault he's broken. Rassilon broke him.

Donna and Rose? They're here. They're both here.

You are, but you can come live with me, if you want.

Of course it's not his fault, it's just what it is.

Are they really? This place is a collection area, like the junkyard Idris was in when I took her body!

Live with you. ...That's strange.

I've got to save him. At the least, I've got to try.

All sorts of people, from all sorts of universes. And times. The weird part is, there's no sign of it causing damage to the universe, no time distortions, nothing. The reading I got off of one of the doors with my screwdriver was "magic".

Do you want to? [hopeful, slightly awkward schoolboy moment] You don't have to, you know. I mean, there's the other me, or you could move in with a friend or live on your own.

You have been trying for so long... But I'll help. If I can. I always do.

[ and then there's a laugh. because really, magic? lolol ] Magic...

Move in with a friend? [ awkward pause, realization moment ] I don't believe I have any friends.

Thanks, dear.

Yes, magic! Really, really magic. Unless my screwdriver's wrong, which it never is.

That's the brilliant bit. You can make friends!

Of course.

Are you really certain of it though? Magic? That's... Just silly.

The only others I've ever known are the strays you always brought back to me. I might as well have been a hotel.

I thought so, too, but then I ran into someone who convinced me otherwise. [his tone makes it clear that the experience was not a good thing]

Oi! You at least liked some of them, didn't you?

Whom might that be? [ she is terribly unfond of that tone. it means something happened and she doesn't like that very much ]

Always checking in and checking out, coming back with someone or someones news. Having them muck about in my rooms, messing things up, and no one ever vacuums in there you know. Do you know how many crumbs I have lying about in the bedrooms you gave to some of them? Do you?

Kuja. Silver hair, horrible fashion sense. You may want to avoid him.

[sounds chastised at that] I didn't realize. Sorry.

Kuja... I'll remember the name, then.

[ there's a bit of a scoff but she regains herself ] Well no matter, there aren't any crumbs in this body. ...That I know of. [ and then she perks up ] But I suppose I could live with you, if that's alright, yes? It would be a new sort of adventure. I've never live with someone before!

Good. And the Organization and Maleficent, too.

How is it? Are you feeling alright?

I'd love it! [completely overjoyed] We can live in... well, you, I've got you with me here. I mean, the normal version.

You have a lot of warnings for someone who doesn't often read signs or labels with them on them.

For the moment, yes. I am a bit worried of a repeat, though...

Oh.
Oh I wonder how that would work? I suppose I could talk to myself that way...

Oi! I read them all the time! I just ignore them.

A repeat of what?

You could fill yourself in on everything that's happened. Oh, and my tenth regeneration is here, too. You might want to speak with him, when you can.

You're the same way with instructions.

...nothing.

I remember that version. You know, he was much more charming than you are. [ she's smirking, onward with the teases ]

I'm not that way with instructions! When have you ever known me to - oh, right.

Nothing?

... He was not!

I've known all the things you do, do you really want to get into that, my beautiful thief?

Yes, yes nothing. That's right, nothing worth noting therefore nothing at all.

I think it's his hair, really.

... Maybe not.

Somehow, I doubt that.

I did have pretty great hair that time, didn't I? I'm still not ginger, though. [a pout can be heard in his voice]

I didn't think so.

Ah, well... Let's not ruin a good time.

You still have time to become ginger, don't lose hope. I have faith you'll be one, someday. [ she would be patting him on the head right now if she were with him, if only because of the pouting ]

Alright.

Right! Maybe next time, I'll be a ginger!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject