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What is it you call me? Sexy. (biteymadlady) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-16 12:53:00

Entry tags:

!log, amy pond, the tardis

Out of the Box
Who: The TARDIS and Amy Pond
When: midday
Where: Outside the Doctor's TARDIS
What: Something amiss
Rating/status: G / fin - unless someone wants to find the ladies sleeping

This had been confusing. Unsettling. Would be unsettling. Is unsettling? "Oh, tenses," the woman muttered. "They are confusing, aren't they?" The accent on her words turned them into light, dancing things.

It was difficult to see. An eleventh dimension matrix had no business seeing things in only three dimensions. She tried to see everything around her and ended up spinning in a circle, tendrils of golden energy trailing from her face and hands. "Bother," she muttered after stumbling and catching herself inexpertly against a wall. "I should very much like to be when this was."

The blue wall under her hand caught her full attention, and she stared at it with something akin to wonder. The woman backed up a few steps, and looked at the blue box. Then she looked down at herself. Her eyes widened in surprise, then shock. She lifted her hands to her face in amazement.

Which quickly turned to panic. She strode forward and began to slap at the walls of the blue box. "Thief!" she called. "Thief! Where's my thief?!"

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	biteymadlady 2011-08-16 10:21 pm UTC (link)
	"Not typically. Only the once, but that was to close a crack, not tear it open again. I don't count the others. My thief was doing what he thought was best, the poor idiot, and I simply had to save him from himself." She stepped to the door, ready to enter. "Why would I lie down? Human potential rises exponentially when standing and moving." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fairytale_pond
2011-08-16 10:38 pm UTC (link)

"...Yeah," Amy replied, once again lacking anything better to say. "I feel like I ought to apologize for those cracks, like they were partially my fault somehow." She shuddered, remembering the crack in her bedroom wall so many years ago. "Still," she continued, lightening the mood, "I remembered him-- and you-- and brought you both back, right? That ought to make up for something."

Amy sighed as she found herself faced with trying to explain to a time machine the basic needs of human anatomy. Where was Rory when she really needed him?

"That's true, but when a human's not feeling so well, sometimes we need rest. Granted, I don't know if that'll help your problem of fading dimensions or whatever it was. I just thought I'd offer."

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biteymadlady
2011-08-16 10:43 pm UTC (link)

"You have my appreciation Orangey Girl. The Doctor had not been so foolish as others when he brought you home. Some strays can be entirely clever and lovable."

Her eyebrows widened as the idea caught hold. "Rest! Rest sounds excellent. I'll just see if there's an off-switch." She turned on a heel, and immediately sagged, body going utterly limp and unconscious... and sound asleep.

[poor Amy]

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fairytale_pond
2011-08-16 10:56 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks, uh, I think." Amy wasn't sure whether she ought to thank the TARDIS-woman for calling her a stray, even if she did in effect call her a nice stray. "And you can call me Amy, you know. We humans use names."

Just as Amy was going to ask the TARDIS-woman if she had a name, she said something about an off-switch and started falling. Amy rushed to catch her under the arms, but the weight and momentum were too much, and they both ended up on the floor, Amy pinned underneath.

"Oh...kay, now what?" Amy muttered. She extracted herself from underneath the TARDIS-woman (She needs a name quick, Amy thought) and started half dragging her towards the bedrooms. Lucky for Ms. Tardis that they were in this TARDIS instead of Amy's usual one, as this one had a ramp instead of stairs. Still, it was a bit more than Amy was prepared to handle, and by the time she'd half-dragged, half-carried the woman's limp body to the nearest bedroom (which was very thankfully empty and open) and propped her onto the bed, Amy herself was exhausted to the point of sleep, and dozed off, curled on the floor in front of the bed.

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