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Jun. 17th, 2015


A Return (Clara)

Leto sat on the high stool pulled up against the countertop separating the kitchen from the living area. He was very still, hands resting on the countertop in front of him. The eddies of time were sometimes so divergent as to be too blurry to fully see - but not this day. This day, he knew exactly what was coming. Or rather, who. He waited, dressed in a sand-colored collared shirt and a pair of casual jeans, boots on his feet. He waited, equal parts anticipation and dread welling inside him.

When the time was right, he dropped down to the floor, circled around to the kitchen, and set water to boil. Scrubbing the back of his hand against his forehead, he stared at the floor in front of his feet. Clara was not Oswin. He knew this. But there was so much about Clara that was very much also Oswin. Was it right to tell her? Was it right to leave it?

He knew that the questions were his and his alone to answer. She could go the entirety of her life here in the City without knowing that Leto had once met a girl name Oswin who lived in a shell - a girl who tricked herself that she was still living, still human... until, one day, he wished her human again. Clara never need know about Oswin, or about the time he spent with Oswin in the dinosaur-infested island. It was wholly up to him to tell her or not.

And he still hadn't made up his mind when the knock came.

Unhurriedly, he walked back out into the living area, through it, and to the door to his apartment. When he turned the handle and swung the door open, he still couldn't help the smile, despite everything.

"Hello Clara."

May. 30th, 2015


Re-routed. [Leto]

The watch was brilliant. Press a button and a tiny holographic map if The City showed up. It was better than psychic paper, and if she ran into anyone else to talked like her gran, might give her a little bit more credibility in the world saving department. She kept the map open as she ran, which made it difficult to remember to look both ways before crossing the street --


"Sorry! Sorry!" Clara apologized to the irritated motorist who stopped just in time. There was a twinge of terrible, overwhelming guilt just then as she stared at the driver shaking his fist at her. Her face fell. Her heart ached. She'd almost just died a boring, ordinary death. Her large, expressive eyes sparkled but she didn't cry. The car honked at her again and Clara had just enough sense to walk to safety on the other side of the road.

Before she could dwell, Clara looked down at the map on her watch and noticed that the map had shifted again.

"No! No! No! Why won't you let me go where I want?" she shouted. Clara looked up to check her surroundings, and found herself standing in front of a rather ordinary apartment building with two doors facing the street. Reluctantly, Clara remembered what Peggy said and checked her belongings. The address on her ID and key matched. One of the apartments was hers.

Clara exhaled, deeply irritated and pointed up accusingly at the sky, "Listen you! City, or whatever you're called! You brought me here. You knew what you were getting! Now there are people getting hurt. Why won't you let me help you!"

She probably looked a bit mad, shouting up at the sky, but she didn't care.

May. 29th, 2015


The little human that couldn't but really wanted to. [Bruce]

She'd tried the zoo. It had been like speaking to a wall. Most of the people that worked there seemed unwilling or unable to comprehend what Clara was trying to do. Instead of flatly telling her no, they played dumb until she got frustrated and decided to look for another plan. Well, they might have been playing dumb or the locals were genuinely stupefied. Clara wondered where they had come from.

The next part of the plan was to try and find the source of the dinosaurs. But the streets of The City kept moving her back to places she'd already been. At first she hoped it was a clue, that The City wanted her to help, but as nothing happened it became more and more clear to Clara that the City was keeping her away. Perhaps it thought it was trying to keep her safe? Clara wanted to think nothing but the best of it's intentions. And despite semi regular reports of dinosaur sightings, most disappointingly, Clara had not seen a single one. It was like The City agreed with Peggy Carter that she was woefully unprepared.

Plan C, find someone else to help. Finding a companion must have been harder than Clara ever realized. The rational response to trouble was to run away from it, and while Clara did a far amount of running with the Doctor, she was also prone to running toward danger whenever needed, happily. Maybe too happily.

Stark Tower looked like it might have the sort of supplies she needed to track dinosaurs. She wasn't entirely sure what Stark Tower was or what it did, but it looked very high tech and that was promising provided it wasn't a secret cover for a dalek invasion or something like that. In the lobby she looked uncertain of where to go until she was greeted by a polite robotic voice.

"Yes, I'm here to see Dr. Banner? Tell him it's a... Dr. Oswald," she said.

May. 23rd, 2015


Sassy broads [Peggy]

Waking up in The City was the best thing to happen to Clara Oswald in weeks. It gave her something else to think about, a mystery to solve, an alien to figure out. Oh sure, The City played a good game but it was most certainly alien. The Doctor wasn't going to be around to help anytime soon, seeing as he found Gallifrey, so it was all up to her now.

No Doctor, no TARDIS, no screwdriver, no psychic paper. She never felt happier to be left on her own. She ran. First things, first: get the best layout of the place that she could, try to get a sense of the size of it, notice anything that was off. She was good at running, she'd been a companion for years. Maybe not marathon good, but run for your life good - she was covered. She noticed the streets repeated themselves sometimes. She noticed that she was hardly noticed. The people here weren't just busy with their own lives, there was most certainly something off about them. She made a mental note to investigate that next.

Clara kept running until she couldn't. Until she was standing on a street corner and braced her hands against her knees and waited until she caught her breath, grinning like a loon.

"I think this place could use a Doctor..." she panted to no one in particular.

Feb. 23rd, 2014


Just a trip to the not-so-funny farm (Scavenger Hunt - Sam/Oswin)

Another day without her husband. She could feel him somewhere, close by yet so far away. The crone wondered what those kept away were thinking or feeling - she could get some hint of Eric, but he had become more of a constant buzz of emotional white noise. As if the City were trying to spare her somehow. He was there, but not...

She groaned softly at herself. Being the lost little woman was not what she was, and she wouldn't have any of it. With a determined hmph, she got out of bed, got dressed and headed out. There was one she'd cursed recently, and she was curious to see how he was coming.

The City had told her where he might be, and she didn't think twice of her desire to check the place out. It was her doing the job properly, or somewhat properly. The plan had been to head there, but the City kept moving around - more so than normal.

Finally with a soft stomp of her dainty foot - sandaled as it usually was - she stopped in front of a coffee shop. "That is enough. I will go see whom I wish." She could have done a small sweep of the City for her magic, or for the cursed one in question; she would have known then that the doctor was no longer in residence, but she was trying to do this the polite way?

Her brows furrowed a little as she felt a push from an unseen hand. Magic/instinct kicked in, and she started floating. Her brow rose, but rather than fight the invisible force, she floated where it guided. Surely the City knew that even with her change in heart, it might not be wise in making her do anything. The outcome was still unpredictable. Hopefully if someone was on the other end of this invisible path...they were ready for an angry sorceress.

Jan. 27th, 2014


The Biggest Jigsaw Ever (Oswin)

Wash usually loved puzzles. The reason for this was because he was good at them. He was good at predicting the way things would work if you put them one way as opposed to the other. He was good at fitting things in. He was good at math; he was DAMN good at math!

But as he sat on the grass inspecting the big pieces all the way to the little pieces he found himself getting more and more frustrated with the wreckage of Shuttle 2. Burns were everywhere effecting the structure of the material, a material that was not really available at the local tool shops.

Most of what was annoying him at this moment was the aesthetic bits. This was because he had looked at the non-aesthetic quite important engine-y, propulsion-y, vital-y bits and had immediately given a long string of chinese and hobbled away to something he thought would be a little more easier to deal with.

He threw the piece he was inspecting across the lawn past Oswin's crouched form with an explosive, primal yell.

"Wo de ma he ta de fen kuang de wai sheng dou!"* he yelled. And then, as he laid fully in the grass with his hands over his head he muttered, "Zao gao..."**

(*Mother of God and all her crazy nephews)
(**What a mess)

Jan. 18th, 2014


Boy meets girl. [Wash]

Oswin woke up from Bruce's office with the faint outline of a computer keyboard against her face and a blanket draped over her shoulders. She knew that if Leto were still in The City, she would have found him by now. There were no announcements of anyone else being held by The City to help make the repairs. He was just gone.

It didn't make any sense.

She tried walking to the first place she met Leto, just in case he was there, but instead of ending up at the City Commons she found herself in front of a movie theater instead. She took a seat on one of the benches and sighed. There would be no crying. Crying meant she had given up and one thing Oswin Oswald never did was give up. Something would come to her.

Although it wasn't an idea, she was surprised to see one familiar pilot putting his garbage in a proper rubbish bin.

"Couldn't find a robot to harass?" she asked him. She tried smiling but didn't quite feel it in her eyes. She felt tired.

She was happy to see him, even if she was fairly certain the voice might not be enough to recognize her. Oswin needed a friend.

Jan. 16th, 2014


Asking forgiveness instead of permission [Bruce]

In the first dream, Oswin relived early Christmas morning with Leto. Only when they kissed and she pleaded with him to stay with her, Leto smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, either. An eyestalk broke the surface of his forehead, his hands reached for her neck and--

In the second dream, Oswin sat up in her bed covered in sweat gasping for air. She hadn't dreamt in years and perhaps the first couple of nights would be unpleasant as she got used to it. She looked to the side of her large bed and smiled at Leto sleeping there peacefully. That was when the Dalek body she left behind became automated and shot it's way between their apartments. Leto shouted for Oswin to run before he was hit by a direct blast and crumpled to the floor dead. Oswin made it to the door before she heard the electronic chime of the blast and--

She woke up. For good this time. Her bed was empty and Oswin was glad that Leto hadn't been sleeping next to her to witness that. Oswin was fearful, trembling, but the terrors of the dream were slowly starting to fade away until she remembered--


There had been two bodies. Oswin's human form and the dalek. Now that Oswin was no longer controlling the dalek, it was impossible to say what kind of danger Leto was in. She ran out the door in cotton pajama pants and a tank top, ready to break down the young emperor's door if she had to, when she realized the apartment next to hers had vanished.


Oswin turned around wildly, expecting to see that The City had simply moved Leto's apartment elsewhere. When it wasn't obvious, she ran into her place, showered and got dressed.

She spent the rest of her night walking The City trying to find Leto's apartment to no avail. She tried hailing a taxi, but the driver claimed the address she gave didn't exist. Oswin tried looking in a phone book in a retro 1980s themed diner, still there was nothing. She needed something bigger to help her search, the best technology The City had to offer.

Oswin went to Stark Tower.

It was relatively easy breaking in, swiping a badge here, hacking her way past a security protocol there. She went to one of the only labs she remembered, one that belonged to a Dr. Bruce Banner, and made herself home at his desk, her fingers typing rapidly at his keyboard. Oswin had a mission.

And sometimes it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Dec. 26th, 2013


Fear is the mind killer. Fear is good. Fear is human. Fear isn't dalek. [Leto]

Oswin was excited for Christmas morning -- the presents, the food, the company and cheesy Christmas specials on the telly. She woke in her mind's eye and started to go through her daily routine -- patching up an imagined exit to her small craft, cleaning up from the attempted intrusion that came every night.

Being so close to Christmas, Oswin didn't let the strange message from the PathWeb bother her. Oswin had hacked the PathWeb before, a sort of locked down intraweb version of dalek telepathy. It disturbed her that a message should come in and use the same channel. Stranger was the message itself -- instructions on how to open a dalek shell from the inside. It happened at the City's tree and she tried to burry the meaning behind it.

All Oswin wanted was to have a lovely Christmas.

The time readout inside the craft said 5:52 AM. Leto would likely be asleep. Oswin sat in her imagined overstuffed captain's chair and turned on the view screen. The blue lens of the dalek's eyestalk flickered to life and focused on the tree.

And then Oswin saw her own lifeless body folded up underneath it.

The apartment was filled with a terrible, electronic noise. But it wasn't an alarm. The dalek was screaming.

Dec. 21st, 2013


A Christmas Wish

By now, The City had watched many of its denizens celebrate this thing called 'Christmas' and it was beginning to understand it better. It was a time for fir decoration. A time for singing songs. A time for creamy or apple flavored beverages. There were also presents.

The presents were the most interesting things to The City. It understood that the presents were designed to be special. To be meaningful. To express care. And The City did care about its people. Very much.

This year, it decided that it would participate in this 'Christmas.' And it wanted to participate in a big way.

A Douglas Fir sprung up overnight, positioned in the heart of The City. It was huge, dwarfing most multi-level buildings, bedecked in oversized copies of the decorations that previous and current citizens had used on their own trees. The Christmas star dwarfed the moon in its brightness.

But what to do for presents? The City had seen that presents were supposed to be personal. They were supposed to be something that made sense for one to give to the other. But The City did not know how to give presents in this way. It tried to calculate what would be right for every citizen - and failed. At last, it decided that it would grant one wish to each citizen. Just one. And it would do its best to fulfill it in a personal way.

Dec. 11th, 2013


Mastering the Art of French Cooking [Leto, Threadmas]

Oswin had become something of a fixture in Leto's apartment. With the exception of conversation the dalek shell never moved, staying motionless in the living room. Despite housing a supposedly human consciousness it lacked the need to move or even fidget. And in the dead of night, the dalek was an uneasy presence with only dim ambient light to outline its existence.

It was easy to wonder what Oswin did all day, and it was easy to forget that the classical music that frequently played in the apartment wasn't the radio being left idly on, but her own broadcast. It wasn't constant and it was hard to say if she realized she was even doing it.

To Oswin, there was plenty to do inside her imagined shuttle. She cooked. She cleaned. She decorated. She reinforced the door almost daily. There was ritual to keep her sane, or insane depending upon your perspective, and it was sometimes very time consuming. Every so often she would peer over at her view screen, particularly when Leto was in view. But given their circumstances they were less roommates and more long distance video pen pals.

She never followed him into his room or around the apartment. Oswin was just simply there. Some day, she realized, that wasn't going to be enough.

It was mid-afternoon and completing much of her daily ritual, Oswin started to prepare her kitchenette for another souffle attempt.

"EGG... STIR..."

That was strange to hear the cold, robotic voice of the dalek. Whenever possible Oswin preferred to broadcast her own human voice through the appliances in Leto's apartment.

“Sorry," she called out. "I must have pressed the wrong button.”

Nov. 16th, 2013


After the ball. [Leto]

She knew it was him. It didn't take a genius to figure that much out. Leto may have been covered in head to toe like a desert nomad from an alien world, but Oswin knew it was him all the same. He had been kind, generous with his laughter. She would have deduced that much even if he had not asked her to dance.

And the dance had been ridiculous and wonderful. Mostly it had involved spinning in circles, which unless you took dance lessons from Titanic wasn't much of a dance. But it was best Oswin could do. Leto had done everything that he could. Then, like Cinderella and every damaged damsel before her, Oswin left.

Only this time Oswin didn't wait for royalty to track her down. He had already approached her, made the first move, signaled that things were okay or that he wanted things to be okay. It was Oswin's turn to accept his offer.

The dalek drifted silently to his apartment door. She couldn't knock to announce herself. Instead she gently nudged the body of her craft against the door to announce herself. She was afraid, for him mostly, and for the first time she entertained doubt that the costumed man had been him at all. It occurred to Oswin that she cared for Leto.

That frightened her, too.

Without realizing it, all the electronics in Leto's apartment with speakers began to broadcast an Italian opera.

Oct. 30th, 2013


All Hallow's Eve Ball

On the long downtown street, the grand facade of the City Opera House glowed with light, hummed with excitement. Across its gleaming marble steps, all manners of beasts and birds and creatures of fantasy and myth climbed to enter the myriad doors. Across the doors, flung wide to the City this night, yards of red velvet lay in rich folds over the curved entrance archways and hung down the sides like blood. Running carpets of a matching color led the revelers into the opera house itself and directed them inside.

The Opera House itself was dressed for the occasion. The foyers, corridors, and adjoining rooms around the grand staircase had been divided into seven distinct 'rooms'. Six of the rooms were decorated and illuminated in a specific color: Blue, purple, green, orange, white, and violet. The last room was decorated in black and illuminated by a scarlet light. In this same room, a grand ebony clock stood, casting a foreboding pall.

Tables lined the back walls of each room, where polished tuxedos created and distributed all manners of cocktails. In the main ballroom - the white room - a standing orchestra played brilliant, glistening notes that carried throughout the opera house and invited all to join in dance. Along the sides, pristine waiters moved in and out carrying silver platters, some with hors d'oeuvres, some with bubbling champagne, some with deep red wine.

At precisely 8:30 p.m., the music turned screeching and sour. The lights dimmed, and from the depths of the black room, that great ebony clock tolled, strangely, on the half hour. From the grand staircase, came a figure dressed head to toe in red and black, with a death's head for a mask. As this figure descended, so too came a sense of dread and doom, and whispers filtered throughout the thrilling crowd:

-- The Red Death! -- Do not touch him! -- He's come for us! --

Just as the figure reached the bottom of the stairs, just as the shiver running through the crowd turned to something approaching panic, a single violin cried out a tense, shrill note, and a bass thrummed slow-building excitement. That figure held up his arms over the crowd, as if to curse them all. At once, from the crowd, came a single lady dressed in white, complete with wings and a halo. She ran to the base of the steps, and at once whipped off the mask and tossed it aside. From a nearby vase, and with an actress' flourish, she pulled a rose and tucked it into his lapel. The Red Death at once became that well known sinner Don Juan. He held out his hand to the single lady in white, that saint and angel who was his only love. And when his Christine was on his arm, the Opera Manager called out -- "Begin!"

At once, the lights crashed up, brighter than ever, and with them, the orchestra broke into vivid notes that dared every guest to forget their troubles and revel in the night.

After all, what was a ball at the Opera House without a little pageantry? The gala was off to a brilliant start, in true dramatic operatic style.

Oct. 21st, 2013


One Freak to Another [Abe]

It made sense that she would be back in the park. There were fewer people, more to look at and less distractions. Tink knew were to find her. She seemed like a safe enough friend to have. Someone who wouldn't question her carefully constructed dream to keep the voices out. Her attempts at flying weren't going so well, but Oswin was curious as to what else the shuttle was capable of.

She parked by the bank of the pond, eyestalk pointed down at the water and stared. Oswin wasn't sure if the shuttle could survive underwater or if she would just drown. It seemed risky. But if she took it into the water in small increments, maybe she'd get readings and be able to back out before it was too late.

Only, when Oswin tried to slowly position herself in the water, she ended up hovering over the surface of the pond instead.

Alright, she thought to herself. That's slightly embarrassing.

Oct. 13th, 2013


Routine [Oswin/Tink]

A couple days passed since the incident. Oswin felt lonely without Leto's company, and guilty. It was a fine line between denying what she was and forgetting. It was easier to forget, but she didn't think she'd be allowed to forget for long. And forgetting was dangerous each time she remembered.

She had to rebuild all her defenses, spending the next couple of days boarding up the door in her mind's eye that, if opened, would allow that terrible dalek voice in; the one that told her to exterminate, the one programmed only to feel hate.

She made another souffle, but like the rest, it came out of the oven in her tiny, dreamed up kitchenette burnt. She recorded messages for mother, journaling her life in The City so far while leaving out all the darker details.

By day three she was tired of seeing a blank viewing screen. The eyestalk of the dalek flickered to life, emitting a blue light. Oswin watched cars drive by on the street and people walking past the curious looking bronze statue as if there were nothing to fear at all.

Oswin sank into an imagined captain's chair with a sigh. It was, if nothing else, a distraction. Oswin was tired of talking to herself for company.

Oct. 4th, 2013


Killer robot on the loose! [Open!]

For about five months Oswin had been inactive, little more than a statue in the park, when Leto brought her back into the world. Now that she was active again, Oswin thought about revisiting Wash, or even Stark Tower. Floating aimlessly through The City, she saw an ad for Wash's shuttle service.

Good for him! she said in her mind's eye.

What she worried about was that she wasn't needed anymore. Or perhaps that she hadn't been needed at all. It was very lonely in her shuttle. Sometimes Oswin began to remember that it wasn't just a shuttle, usually when she thought about the doctor with the massive chin, those were times when she blasted her music and tried to clear her thoughts.

For the most part the natives were friendly. Or at least indifferent. Rarely though, Oswin got an entirely different reaction.

Oswin rolled up to a pleasant little cafe. Although she couldn't eat, she liked to look at the menu and remember what it was like to sit down and eat a meal that didn't come from her own kitchenette.

On this occasion, however, once the patrons saw Oswin coming close they ran screaming. Oswin paused, her eye stalk searching the street for the cause of the panic, unable to find one. It was almost as if some residents of The City remembered seeing something like her before...


No one answered Oswin as they fled. Why on Earth would they do that?

Sep. 1st, 2013


A Walk in the Park (Oswin)

By the time Leto finished exploring the apartment he'd been given, the day was nearly over. Eager to see more of the place where he'd found himself, Leto stepped back out onto the streets of the City. But his steps took him back to where he'd begun -- the City Commons, a lush park full of green things. At the palace back home, they'd kept a garden much like the park -- though smaller in size. This park, however, was something grand and beautiful. He wanted to see the rest of the City, yes.... and he would. But this luxurious green was still a wonderment.

He walked through it at a leisurely pace, staying off the pavemented sidewalks. At some point, he removed his shoes. Crushing grass under his feet as he went, Leto couldn't stop the smile on his face. It hadn't truly faded since he'd arrived. The immense sense of freedom was delicious. A whole new life to live. A whole new path. He only wished his twin sister were here to share it with him.

Presently, the sun began its slip down toward the horizon, filling the sky with fire. Only then, did he step onto the sidewalks. There was a bench close at hand, and he used it to sit while he pulled on his socks and shoes again.

A glimmer caught his eye as he laced up. When he turned to look, something large and metallic presented itself from the growing shadows in the park. It seemed to be a statue, but a strange one. When he was done with his shoes, he stood back up and approached it. The stillness of it would indeed suggest some sort of ornamental creation, or perhaps a monument. But there were no plaques to announce its meaning, and no base upon which it should have sat, were it a true statue. Leto put out a hand to the shell of it, and pushed lightly.

Apr. 17th, 2013


Boy Meets Robot (Oswin-backdated)

Wash wouldn’t have thought he’d gotten so much enjoyment from eating a dill pickle, but the movie theatre sold them and so, it wrapped in a wax paper swaddle, he walked out of “Pretty Woman” with one last bite of the surprisingly scrumptious pickled cucumber. He popped it in his mouth and balled up the trash shoving it into the side of a bronze colored trash bin.

Hm, that was weird. Where was the door? And this was a weird looking trash bin. He explored the domed top and mechanical looking implements. He chewed one last time on his pickle as he poked the whisk looking armature curiously.
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Mar. 10th, 2013


Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

She looked like a ghost gliding down the hallways of Stark Tower. Instead of wearing a white sheet, however, her body was encased in copper colored alien metal. Oswin inspired a nervous sort of laughter in the other employees, but never too loud. They remembered the emergency protocols she set off just by entering the building. It was probably better not to laugh at something that could do that.

Oswin didn’t know how long she’d stay. Annie or Just-For-Men were cautious people. Oswin didn't want to be around them when the voices of angry daleks got bad.

Still. Oswin wasn’t finished with Stark Tower just yet. No one questioned where the robot as she glided through, carefully pushing with her body an unlocked laboratory door with a name that she hadn’t paid attention to. It looked state of the art -- which was very nearly saying something considering the time period Oswin came from. All of Stark Tower seemed fairly ahead of its time.

It was also neat -- another factor Oswin hadn’t paid any mind. Instead the eyestalk of the dalek focused solely on the room’s single occupant: a very good looking man in his mid to late thirties with dark hair, brooding eyes and a lovely purple button down shirt under his lab coat which complimented him perfectly.

NOW THERE IS A MAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO USE A RAZOR.” Somewhere in a dream, a very human Oswin turned her head to the side trying to get the best look possible from her escape pod’s circular viewing screen. “HELLO, PRETTY BOY. YOU MIND SHARING THE ROOM FOR A BIT? I COULD USE THE EYE CANDY WHILE I TRY SOMETHING. I WON’T GET IN THE WAY, PROMISE! JUST NEED ACCESS TO YOUR COMPUTER -- OR WELL, ATTEMPTED ACCESS. NOT SURE IF I ACTUALLY CAN.

The dalek moved toward the nearest desk with a PC. It’s arm which resembled a sink plunger had a telescopic extension which suctioned over the tower’s USB outlets.

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Feb. 4th, 2013


Introductions are intro-y. (SOMEONE RP WITH MEEEE!!!)

Oswin closed her eyes and waited patiently, calmly for her destruction. It didn't matter that her eyes weren't real, the asymmetrical neckline of her red crew dress wasn't real, the chair she sat in wasn't real nor was the keyboard balanced precariously on the arm of said chair under her manicured left hand. Her hands weren't even real. Oswin didn't have hands anymore.

She dreamed it all for herself because the truth was too terrible. Knowing the truth now didn't matter. She still preferred the dream. She still preferred to think of herself as someone with legs and long brown hair, even if she was tired of wearing the same little red dress and matching sneakers.

It all felt real, right down to the cowlick that liked to form along the hairline.

All she wanted was to be remembered for the girl that she was.

Her moment of selfless sacrifice was interrupted by the loud, angry honk of a car. Oswin jumped in her seat (it didn’t matter anymore at that moment that the chair wasn’t real), startled now by a chorus of honking cars.

When Oswin opened her eyes -- or eye, as it were -- to see she was no longer in the sterile white room of the asylum, but an open city street. Her ship -- because Oswin couldn’t bring herself to think of it as a body -- was parked in the middle of a busy intersection.

Traffic started to build up.

”Oh Chin Boy, this was you, wasn’t it? Where have you put me now, you clever boy...” In her mind’s eye she’d been talking, but they were really just thoughts.

Her real voice wasn't heard until moments later: "SORRY! SORRY!"

A few cars started to go around the dalek, which looked perilously close to her single walleyed eyestalk.

"OI! WATCH THE HARDWARE!" Oswin frowned. First day of freedom and she was spending it stuck in traffic. Brilliant.

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