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content; Idris is panicked and the Doctor is mad. Let's see how this goes.
setting; Joutenheim
time; week 36
warning(s); probably none?
Sexy was seated in the middle of the small square where the Actua Are Hotels were located in Joutenheim. In her lap was the strange little trinket, of which she had decided to begin calling a ‘flipper’ from the suggestion made by one of the people she had spoken with over the audio option of the device. She was staring down at the device, although she had long since ceased to take it in, so to speak. Her gaze had turned rather blank once she’d realized that for the first time, she had no idea what was going on, what could happen and had no honest idea of where they were.
In her opinion, she had lost what it was meant for a TARDIS to be connected to the whole of time and space.
Unfortunately for the woman she didn’t know her way around the city and would have had quite the journey in attempting to find the Doctor, wherever he might be, in such a large place. She had no drive to locate anyone at the moment anyway, realizing that one has lost all that they knew was rather taxing on a machine turned person, as it were. The Master speaking with her had also greatly bothered her, although she would be voicing that to anyone in the near future, she didn’t want him to know that he made her feel things such as anger and fear; it wouldn’t do to have the Master knowing such things.
She found herself closing her eyes, inhaling a rather deep breath and let it pass in a great sigh from her lips. What was a girl to do when a girl realized she wasn’t everything she thought she was anymore? Still rather riddled with panic, although hiding it much better than she had been when she was speaking with the Doctor via the device, she continued to ask herself the same thing over and over again: ‘how is it that I don’t know?’
And so she waited, patiently, asking herself what was going on in the hopes that her thief would soon make his presence to her, because the woman was becoming frazzled and already it was too much for the flesh body of Idris to be holding the TARDIS’ consciousness within it. She wasn’t entirely certain how much more the frail thing could handle.
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content; Idris is panicked and the Doctor is mad. Let's see how this goes.
setting; Joutenheim
time; week 36
warning(s); probably none?
Sexy was seated in the middle of the small square where the Actua Are Hotels were located in Joutenheim. In her lap was the strange little trinket, of which she had decided to begin calling a ‘flipper’ from the suggestion made by one of the people she had spoken with over the audio option of the device. She was staring down at the device, although she had long since ceased to take it in, so to speak. Her gaze had turned rather blank once she’d realized that for the first time, she had no idea what was going on, what could happen and had no honest idea of where they were.
In her opinion, she had lost what it was meant for a TARDIS to be connected to the whole of time and space.
Unfortunately for the woman she didn’t know her way around the city and would have had quite the journey in attempting to find the Doctor, wherever he might be, in such a large place. She had no drive to locate anyone at the moment anyway, realizing that one has lost all that they knew was rather taxing on a machine turned person, as it were. The Master speaking with her had also greatly bothered her, although she would be voicing that to anyone in the near future, she didn’t want him to know that he made her feel things such as anger and fear; it wouldn’t do to have the Master knowing such things.
She found herself closing her eyes, inhaling a rather deep breath and let it pass in a great sigh from her lips. What was a girl to do when a girl realized she wasn’t everything she thought she was anymore? Still rather riddled with panic, although hiding it much better than she had been when she was speaking with the Doctor via the device, she continued to ask herself the same thing over and over again: ‘how is it that I don’t know?’
And so she waited, patiently, asking herself what was going on in the hopes that her thief would soon make his presence to her, because the woman was becoming frazzled and already it was too much for the flesh body of Idris to be holding the TARDIS’ consciousness within it. She wasn’t entirely certain how much more the frail thing could handle.
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When his arm moved around her shoulders, she felt a bit of the tenseness she’d been hiding fade ever so slightly and although she didn’t thank him for the comfort or even really let on to the man that she knew why he was trying to offer her some; Sexy felt vaguely better. She’d never really had to tell him when something was wrong before, anyway, why would it be different now?
“Stupid, are they?” Having not had the pleasure to meet and greet with any of the actual citizens of Paixao just yet, she wasn’t really certain on her opinion of them apart from one thing — they certainly knew how to make a person feel trapped and uncomfortable in their pretty city. “Stupid meaning thick, yes? So, thick like say the humans as you’ve called them before, or thick like the Ogrons?”
She really should have left it at that, but the slight craze that had come with her new form and its inability to handle the overwhelming size of the TARDIS’ core had a bit of a tendency to take over from time to time.
“Or thick as a brick? Or is that a different sort of thick altogether? Thick like cream? Thick like thick thickity thickenstien thickenson…” Oh, the rambling…