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Jan. 27th, 2020 at 8:22 PM
"John, I know she's new, but we shouldn't be spinning like this," Rose called out, braced against the console. She was used to this, and she wasn't one for TARDIS sickness, but this felt crazy.
They'd grown this TARDIS from a tiny coral and she was like a baby to them. They were connected nearly as deeply to her as they were to each other. A deep, family bond. There was more reflection of John in the design their TARDIS had chosen, more steel blues than her signature pinks, though the light was warm and soft, respecting Rose's need for comfort and sleep, and her insistence on carpets in a few rooms.
"Sweetheart," she called to the TARDIS. "Listen to me, we're here, there's nothing to be scared of, but you need to try and slow down, please." Rose inched towards John.
They'd grown this TARDIS from a tiny coral and she was like a baby to them. They were connected nearly as deeply to her as they were to each other. A deep, family bond. There was more reflection of John in the design their TARDIS had chosen, more steel blues than her signature pinks, though the light was warm and soft, respecting Rose's need for comfort and sleep, and her insistence on carpets in a few rooms.
"Sweetheart," she called to the TARDIS. "Listen to me, we're here, there's nothing to be scared of, but you need to try and slow down, please." Rose inched towards John.