The Silver Age

Who: Sheldon Cooper and Idris
What: Sheldon is out exploring his creation!
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Streets of NYC
Warnings: None

( ...And then the entire damned place would be filled with My Little Ponies )

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?'' )

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?!"