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What is it you call me? Sexy. ([info]biteymadlady) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-08-19 15:53:00

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Entry tags:!log, martha jones, the tardis

Now In 22 Dimensions!
Who: The TARDIS and... the TARDIS. And OPEN!
What:
Where: The room Amy put her in aboard the proper TARDIS
When: After waking up>
Rating/Status: TBD and OPEN

She wasn't used to waking up. Even less so than she was at sleeping. Human bodies were so fragile, it was amazing they accomplished anything at all. Such delicate things. So...

"Oh, what is that word?"

It took a few moments for her to recognize the room. Of course it was hers, one of the older designs... or one of the newer ones? It was difficult to measure time when one existed throughout all of it. She'd made the room from the outside, so being inside of it was entirely new.

She was sitting up. Interesting. The body seemed to have some instinct of its own. That would be good, and allow her to consider other things than trying t keep it in motion. The rest had proved useful, in a way. The body she was in was just as fragile as the others, and it wasn't tolerating her presence well. Perhaps she could use some of her energy into repairing it...

The walls suddenly scolded her. She blinked and tilted her head, listening. "Don't take that tone with me," she said, snapping back. "It certainly wasn't my idea to be in here."

There was no audible response, but the walls responded as lights in the control room flickered oddly.

"You won't like it when you're me, either. Stop complaining and let's bloody well manage. Goodness, I already sound like one of them."

Another moment passed. Then the woman smiled. "What an excellent idea. I am brilliant, aren't I?" Then, crossly, she added, "Of course you're brilliant, you'll be me. You were me. Oooooo, let's just have it done." She slid off the bed and pressed both hands to the wall. A gentle golden glow shimmered in the air around her, and then began to pour from her hands, directly into the walls. The properly-shaped TARDIS drew in the extra energy, and the woman-shaped one began to breathe easier, as though being relieved of a heavy burden. The glow filled the room for several minutes, and then the woman stepped back. Her steps were more fluid, her eyes blinking as the golden light began to fade. "Ah. That's much better."



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[info]biteymadlady
2011-09-02 04:24 am UTC (link)
She smiled. "That's me. I was pulled away from my box when an alien asteroid wished to consume the energy I held, but couldn't outright destroy me without ripping a hole in the universe. This body was dying, but now I have acquainted myself with my former self, and we seem to have resolved the power issue. Now I believe I can sustain myself for a time in this shape."

Her smile widened, eyes lighting with excitement. "I've always wanted to see the universe. Do you think, in this form, I could see it the way my thief does?"

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-09-02 05:09 am UTC (link)
Martha really hoped that the woman wasn't actually crazy, and was just Doctor-crazy. That would explain it. She did smile genuinely at the woman, "That's excellent! I'm glad you're not dying. Too much dyin' already with the Doctor."

Sure, he'd taken her to see the moon landing a few other fine places, but the family of blood was still heavy on her mind. Angels that didn't actually kill you but killed you weren't too exciting either - getting zapped here instead of wherever the angels wanted to live her to death was much better.

She tipped her head, "I guess, we can go see New York. Not really the Universe, but close enough for now. The thief ... is that the Doctor? And what should I call you? I don't think I can call you TARDIS out there."

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