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from here!
How much would you like to hide?
I could find someone. I know a few people that I would trust with anything.
( Though perhaps not dating Josie!!! )
How much would you like to hide?
I could find someone. I know a few people that I would trust with anything.
( Though perhaps not dating Josie!!! )
Even something like this?
I thought you might be completely opposed to it all.
I thought you might be completely opposed to it all.
For you, so you can interact more easily with those at the Academy?
one. I suggest both. Please have sex with them and prepare notes for a final comparison.
two. You tried to stop drinking but then she started feeding you tequila with a spoon. You were like an adorable baby bird.
three. You can either drink his whiskey or be a bitch.
two. You tried to stop drinking but then she started feeding you tequila with a spoon. You were like an adorable baby bird.
three. You can either drink his whiskey or be a bitch.
Who're you calling a bitch? I'll drink his whiskey and punch him in the face.
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one. I'm not in bed. I'm driving and puking at the same time... first for everything.
two. I don't need this shit right now. I just woke up covered in pistachios.
three. Why the fuck was I face down on the floor with you mounting me like a horse anyway? I'm so confused.
two. I don't need this shit right now. I just woke up covered in pistachios.
three. Why the fuck was I face down on the floor with you mounting me like a horse anyway? I'm so confused.
because you said "i bet you can't pin me" and you were WRONG
I want to preface this by saying nothing happened, nothing is on fire.
It is mere speculation.
Do we have a fire extinguisher?
It is mere speculation.
Do we have a fire extinguisher?
( Things had been quiet for a week or two, and whilst for most people that might be a cause for celebration it had Angela concerned. Perhaps it was paranoia, which could be due to her spending too much time with the original members, or maybe it was founded. Talon and omnic rogues were always around, and each new mission had Angela worried for their safety.
She hadn't left her lab in a few days, working on her research to help their team, when Lena had text her. A trip into the city, coffee. Angela had agreed, though there'd been a few lingering moments where her mind had still been focused on her work.
Now, stood by the coffee stand with a cup in her hand, Angela waited, bundled in her coat and gloves, shifting her weight from foot to foot to stave off the chill. After spending the previous few months in the warmer temperatures of the Middle East Angela hadn't yet adjusted to the climate of London, and winter hadn't yet hit )
She hadn't left her lab in a few days, working on her research to help their team, when Lena had text her. A trip into the city, coffee. Angela had agreed, though there'd been a few lingering moments where her mind had still been focused on her work.
Now, stood by the coffee stand with a cup in her hand, Angela waited, bundled in her coat and gloves, shifting her weight from foot to foot to stave off the chill. After spending the previous few months in the warmer temperatures of the Middle East Angela hadn't yet adjusted to the climate of London, and winter hadn't yet hit )
[There's a spring in Lena's step today as she zips through the crowds of London- more than usual, anyway. A voice in the back of her head, sounding suspiciously like a certain gorilla's, warns she ought to save her accelerator's battery, but how often did an opportunity like this pop up? Angela was a woman practically married to her work, and Lena, missed her as she did, recognized that dedication.
But still, it was difficult to hide just how eager she was as she turned a corner, her eyes locking onto the coffee stand, looking for that familiar figure.]
Angela! [She'd wave but she's already at the woman's side, eyes shining bright behind her goggles. If it weren't for the coffee she'd sweep her up into a hug, so she opts for a quick peck on the cheek.]
Shoot, haven't been waiting too long, have you? Want to go inside somewhere? [For London it wasn't that cold and Angela looked like she was gearing up for a blizzard, poor thing.]
But still, it was difficult to hide just how eager she was as she turned a corner, her eyes locking onto the coffee stand, looking for that familiar figure.]
Angela! [She'd wave but she's already at the woman's side, eyes shining bright behind her goggles. If it weren't for the coffee she'd sweep her up into a hug, so she opts for a quick peck on the cheek.]
Shoot, haven't been waiting too long, have you? Want to go inside somewhere? [For London it wasn't that cold and Angela looked like she was gearing up for a blizzard, poor thing.]
boethetic. I don't believe that, Cole. Why would you hurt him now when you did not intend to before? Or should I be concerned that your intentions have changed.
Have you considered that not being around could be hurting him?
crushallbirds. I suppose. Friendship certainly wouldn't affect such a task, even if one were to be gravely injured.
questionablewit. I have not regretted doing so.
nobroth. Perhaps. Those are accurate assessments. Should I also wonder something of the one pointing the finger?
Have you considered that not being around could be hurting him?
crushallbirds. I suppose. Friendship certainly wouldn't affect such a task, even if one were to be gravely injured.
questionablewit. I have not regretted doing so.
nobroth. Perhaps. Those are accurate assessments. Should I also wonder something of the one pointing the finger?
We always have to do something together that tests the human limits of the body. Hopefully it has at least a 75% death rate.
My calculations put it at a 74.68% death rate.
Which is probably not that comforting.
Which is probably not that comforting.
( the fall out from the omnic crisis has left the world in disaster. though overwatch had attempted to clean it up and keep the peace they had only been able to do so much, and eventually overwatch had fallen too.
angela had spent much of her time in the years since helping in the relief efforts, going from country to country, though mainly around the middle east. it was dangerous but angela couldn't run, not when she could do so much, not in the face of such suffering.
when angela awoke the surroundings were familiar, medical facilities were easy to determine, though where was unfamiliar. she'd been out in a medical tent, though her memory that was following was hazy. what had happened? had she been hurt? kidnapped?
she sat herself up slowly, trying to push away the curiousity. it had been a long time since angela had been in such a state of the art facility. instead she's slipping herself down from the bed to move towards the doors. no one's here, no one's guarding her. maybe she could leave )
angela had spent much of her time in the years since helping in the relief efforts, going from country to country, though mainly around the middle east. it was dangerous but angela couldn't run, not when she could do so much, not in the face of such suffering.
when angela awoke the surroundings were familiar, medical facilities were easy to determine, though where was unfamiliar. she'd been out in a medical tent, though her memory that was following was hazy. what had happened? had she been hurt? kidnapped?
she sat herself up slowly, trying to push away the curiousity. it had been a long time since angela had been in such a state of the art facility. instead she's slipping herself down from the bed to move towards the doors. no one's here, no one's guarding her. maybe she could leave )
[ it's been a long time since ray had truly felt hope. ]
Hey, take it easy.
[ his voice comes from... somewhere. it sounds tinny as it echoes around the sterile room. ]
You've been out since arriving, and you're conscious a lot sooner than most. Just try to breathe.
Hey, take it easy.
[ his voice comes from... somewhere. it sounds tinny as it echoes around the sterile room. ]
You've been out since arriving, and you're conscious a lot sooner than most. Just try to breathe.
( mei had been relieved when she'd gotten somewhere that could receive a signal. she'd taken the transceiver with her, checking until she'd managed to send her own message out. to winston. though he knew that she was alive it wasn't until she'd gotten out of the snow that she'd been able to fill him on everything -- she'd gotten a message out but the winds had stil been too strong for it to last for too long.
it felt strange to be back at the base, the familiar sights and sounds around her. winston, athena, the photos of their friends-- mei had to keep reminding herself just how long it had been, and that all of this had changed whilst she'd been asleep. she was just thankful that not everything was gone. it made coming back to the world that much easier.
the data was still uploading into the system. she'd started the transfer before going to sleep, knowing that nine years of data was a lot. mei guessed that athena was probably running through some of what she'd already gotten, and mei had the first few days after they'd gone into cryostasis up on the monitor. winston had given her a workstation, and she was thankful. doing something, working made settling back in easier. no, it just made it easier not to think about everything. not to dwell on that it had been nine years, that overwatch had been disbanded, that she'd been forgotten and her team had died. so much was weighing on mei's mind that she was happy just to be doing something.
that is until she heard a familiar noise, looking up from the computer to see what exactly was going on )
Snowball! ( there's a little scolding to her tone, her mug being placed on the desk ) Don't disturb Winston's work.
( whatever would she do with you? at least she still had snowball. it had been close, and it was thanks to snowball that mei had even been able to listen to winston's message, the bot sacrificing its charge to let her finish her project. she would never forget that )
it felt strange to be back at the base, the familiar sights and sounds around her. winston, athena, the photos of their friends-- mei had to keep reminding herself just how long it had been, and that all of this had changed whilst she'd been asleep. she was just thankful that not everything was gone. it made coming back to the world that much easier.
the data was still uploading into the system. she'd started the transfer before going to sleep, knowing that nine years of data was a lot. mei guessed that athena was probably running through some of what she'd already gotten, and mei had the first few days after they'd gone into cryostasis up on the monitor. winston had given her a workstation, and she was thankful. doing something, working made settling back in easier. no, it just made it easier not to think about everything. not to dwell on that it had been nine years, that overwatch had been disbanded, that she'd been forgotten and her team had died. so much was weighing on mei's mind that she was happy just to be doing something.
that is until she heard a familiar noise, looking up from the computer to see what exactly was going on )
Snowball! ( there's a little scolding to her tone, her mug being placed on the desk ) Don't disturb Winston's work.
( whatever would she do with you? at least she still had snowball. it had been close, and it was thanks to snowball that mei had even been able to listen to winston's message, the bot sacrificing its charge to let her finish her project. she would never forget that )
[ For all that Lena makes an effort to visit Winston often, it's entirely different to have someone sharing his work space with him. It's been so long, and while he and Mei hadn't had much time to interact before she'd been sent on her mission to Antarctica, they'd bonded quickly over their mutual love of science. While he's thrilled simply to have another living soul here with him, he's equally thrilled that it's Mei -- that she's alive after all, and that he'd been here to receive her.
(Apparently it was his Recall message that had managed to wake her up from cyrosleep before something worse happened. That alone makes everything worth it.)
It's not as easy knowing what to say to someone who'd been left behind for nine whole years, and who lost almost all of her friends in the process. Winston's already contacted Lena, and she'll be making her way here soon, but for now it's just the two of them. Still, it's a relief to have a third member added to their little crew.
For the moment Winston is keeping an eye on Athena. This is a whole lot of data to process, so he wants to make sure that everything is running smoothly. He hears a small whir and glances up to see Mei's bot, Snowball, flying around him, as if inspecting him.
When Mei scolds the bot, Winston lets out a low laugh. ] It's fine. [ He reaches out to lightly pat Snowball on the head. ] Did you build him?
(Apparently it was his Recall message that had managed to wake her up from cyrosleep before something worse happened. That alone makes everything worth it.)
It's not as easy knowing what to say to someone who'd been left behind for nine whole years, and who lost almost all of her friends in the process. Winston's already contacted Lena, and she'll be making her way here soon, but for now it's just the two of them. Still, it's a relief to have a third member added to their little crew.
For the moment Winston is keeping an eye on Athena. This is a whole lot of data to process, so he wants to make sure that everything is running smoothly. He hears a small whir and glances up to see Mei's bot, Snowball, flying around him, as if inspecting him.
When Mei scolds the bot, Winston lets out a low laugh. ] It's fine. [ He reaches out to lightly pat Snowball on the head. ] Did you build him?
( oh how the tables were turned. there had been many occasions over the decades where helen had needed to save nikola, to save him from his ego or the latest piece of danger.
this time helen had found herself in danger, cut off from communications. she'd managed to get a message out before the next quake had happened, causing the tunnel she'd been in to collapse even further.
though the passages were long helen no longer knew exactly where she was going, or how long it would be before the passages closed off entirely. the abnormal that she'd been tracking she'd lost sight of hours ago, and if she found its nest...
where were you, nikola? )
this time helen had found herself in danger, cut off from communications. she'd managed to get a message out before the next quake had happened, causing the tunnel she'd been in to collapse even further.
though the passages were long helen no longer knew exactly where she was going, or how long it would be before the passages closed off entirely. the abnormal that she'd been tracking she'd lost sight of hours ago, and if she found its nest...
where were you, nikola? )
( it was just the two of them. the rest of their squad were below at camp, with ana taking higher ground to keep watch, and jack joining her later. they weren't on watch but sleep would come to them later.
they'd talked about many things, with every so often ana checking her scope to keep tabs on the soldier's below. updates on the mission, what they would do after the mission. it was warm for a december night but for ana that was normal. it hadn't been until she'd been on her first mission out of egypt that she'd experienced a cold winter, and snow at christmas. not that there was any here )
It's past midnight.
( happy christmas, jack )
they'd talked about many things, with every so often ana checking her scope to keep tabs on the soldier's below. updates on the mission, what they would do after the mission. it was warm for a december night but for ana that was normal. it hadn't been until she'd been on her first mission out of egypt that she'd experienced a cold winter, and snow at christmas. not that there was any here )
It's past midnight.
( happy christmas, jack )
[Jack doesn't think he could get to sleep even if he tried--that sort of thing has become increasingly commonplace since SEP, and he doubts it's ever going to get any easier. That's the nature of the war they're in, so the most he can do is be glad he has good company. Jack climbs up to her sniper nest with just enough noise to let her know she's there, then he settles down quietly beside her, looking out over the landscape.
He remembers, as a child, learning about the story of the Christmas truce. He thinks about scared kids in trenches spending the holidays away from home, fighting a war that wasn't theirs, not really. He remembers being fascinated that such a moment could happen, and how different things are now that he's in the thick of it. It seems more and more like a story, like it couldn't possibly have occurred. He's only vaguely thinking about what day it is when Ana announces that it's midnight.]
Is it?
[The Omnics certainly aren't going to offer them any kind of reprieve. And this is different, anyway. They're fighting to save the human race, this time.]
I didn't realize.
He remembers, as a child, learning about the story of the Christmas truce. He thinks about scared kids in trenches spending the holidays away from home, fighting a war that wasn't theirs, not really. He remembers being fascinated that such a moment could happen, and how different things are now that he's in the thick of it. It seems more and more like a story, like it couldn't possibly have occurred. He's only vaguely thinking about what day it is when Ana announces that it's midnight.]
Is it?
[The Omnics certainly aren't going to offer them any kind of reprieve. And this is different, anyway. They're fighting to save the human race, this time.]
I didn't realize.
Why is my room full of tools?
I'm not even sure half of these are tools.
It's like we've been attacked.
I'm not even sure half of these are tools.
It's like we've been attacked.
yeah about that
BB8 needed a place to stash some stuff
or at least I think he did
it was a lot of beeping and hauling orb all over the place
you don’t think it’s illegal hardware do you?
BB8 needed a place to stash some stuff
or at least I think he did
it was a lot of beeping and hauling orb all over the place
you don’t think it’s illegal hardware do you?
Would you like for me to send you some water, Inquisitor?
one ) It’s easy for me to be professional, the tough part is finding the perfect amount of bitchy undertone
two ) You almost got us killed.
three ) Stop texting me about your public sex.
two ) You almost got us killed.
three ) Stop texting me about your public sex.
( cont. )
That's probably wise.
( but what did she know about being wise? the woman that rushed into danger, was more reckless than she should be and chased thrill when it appeared.
river leans out again, sending two quick shots, hitting two of the remaining targets, ducking back behind the wall )
I can do this all night.
( she'd calling out to the remaining attackers, just in case they had ideas of getting any back up )
That's probably wise.
( but what did she know about being wise? the woman that rushed into danger, was more reckless than she should be and chased thrill when it appeared.
river leans out again, sending two quick shots, hitting two of the remaining targets, ducking back behind the wall )
I can do this all night.
( she'd calling out to the remaining attackers, just in case they had ideas of getting any back up )
[ he ducks out, takes down another. the last of this round.
really, this is a bother more than anything. the attackers are clearly trained, but he's been in worse and he's certain river's been in worse. is certain as well that she's spent entire evenings wrapped up in precisely this kind of work.
she has that way about her. that inevitable association with trouble. ]
Cinnamon planet's a violent place.
[ he nods to her, starts down the hallway again. for the moment, they're clear to move. ]
really, this is a bother more than anything. the attackers are clearly trained, but he's been in worse and he's certain river's been in worse. is certain as well that she's spent entire evenings wrapped up in precisely this kind of work.
she has that way about her. that inevitable association with trouble. ]
Cinnamon planet's a violent place.
[ he nods to her, starts down the hallway again. for the moment, they're clear to move. ]
( new tardis, new look. familiar noise. the cloister bell didn't sound for many reasons and considering that both the doctor and the tardis herself were both safe it seemed to be very out of the ordinary.
but the tardis keeps her people safe and one of them, though safe, was in distress.
no matter what the doctor says or tries to do the tardis will protest it, eventually setting into flight the coordinates of one place that her thief would never want to visit again. the library. and just as she'd refused to do anything but take the doctor there she also refuses to leave, the sound of the bell only silencing once the doctor exits the tardis.
it had been decades since the doctor had been there on that day, at least in terms of the planet. crowds had returned, people never grew tired of reading books. though there was still quiet in the air it was a different kind of silence, one teaming with energy and vibrancy. of love.
should the doctor walk towards the little shop, to where the transports had been, she'll find the area quieter, questions whispered on the air. and a familiar, if impossible, mess of hair. from the questions it seemed that they were confused about how this woman had suddenly appeared, about where she'd come from, and it sounded like (from her growing irritation) that river didn't have any idea -- and that she was tired of being asked questions.
she felt confused, memories a little hazy, still knitting themselves back together. she wanted to be alone -- or as best as she could get to it )
but the tardis keeps her people safe and one of them, though safe, was in distress.
no matter what the doctor says or tries to do the tardis will protest it, eventually setting into flight the coordinates of one place that her thief would never want to visit again. the library. and just as she'd refused to do anything but take the doctor there she also refuses to leave, the sound of the bell only silencing once the doctor exits the tardis.
it had been decades since the doctor had been there on that day, at least in terms of the planet. crowds had returned, people never grew tired of reading books. though there was still quiet in the air it was a different kind of silence, one teaming with energy and vibrancy. of love.
should the doctor walk towards the little shop, to where the transports had been, she'll find the area quieter, questions whispered on the air. and a familiar, if impossible, mess of hair. from the questions it seemed that they were confused about how this woman had suddenly appeared, about where she'd come from, and it sounded like (from her growing irritation) that river didn't have any idea -- and that she was tired of being asked questions.
she felt confused, memories a little hazy, still knitting themselves back together. she wanted to be alone -- or as best as she could get to it )
What in the world is the matter with you?
( the doctor's voice is quiet, concerned, as she rushes around the console. she flips switches, turns dials, even accidentally covers the floor with biscuits, but the tardis refuses to listen to her.
she briefly wonders if she's throwing a tantrum over being left alone, is just about to reassure her when they stop. and of course she checks the location before stepping outside but she can't quite believe it. can't begin to fathom why her tardis would bring her here of all places.
any denial, however, is gone as soon as she steps outside, leaving her with a sharp exhale. she turns back to the tardis but the doors have shut behind her and won't open. it doesn't stop her from slamming her hand onto the doors, then rubbing almost soothingly. )
What are you doing? Why here?
( but for once the tardis remains silent.
hearts hammering, the doctor walks around slowly, takes in just how different the library is; it would be pleasant under different circumstances, she thinks.
eventually she comes across quiet sounds of confusion and follows them. it's then that she hears it, that familiar voice, thinks she must be imagining it. blames her current location. but then her eyes land on river. on her wife.
she feels rather like she's been punched in the stomach. )
River?
( the doctor's voice is quiet, concerned, as she rushes around the console. she flips switches, turns dials, even accidentally covers the floor with biscuits, but the tardis refuses to listen to her.
she briefly wonders if she's throwing a tantrum over being left alone, is just about to reassure her when they stop. and of course she checks the location before stepping outside but she can't quite believe it. can't begin to fathom why her tardis would bring her here of all places.
any denial, however, is gone as soon as she steps outside, leaving her with a sharp exhale. she turns back to the tardis but the doors have shut behind her and won't open. it doesn't stop her from slamming her hand onto the doors, then rubbing almost soothingly. )
What are you doing? Why here?
( but for once the tardis remains silent.
hearts hammering, the doctor walks around slowly, takes in just how different the library is; it would be pleasant under different circumstances, she thinks.
eventually she comes across quiet sounds of confusion and follows them. it's then that she hears it, that familiar voice, thinks she must be imagining it. blames her current location. but then her eyes land on river. on her wife.
she feels rather like she's been punched in the stomach. )
River?
( she'd parked the tardis close. the old girl had landed in cardiff and, as she sometimes did, was refusing to budge. considering that all of her scans and smells had resulted in the fact that there was currently no alien activity present (not that she believed such a thing) the doctor decided to go and find someone who might know a thing or two about whether that was true.
considering that they were in cardiff rather than london it had to be, as much as she wasn't fond of the idea, torchwood. she'd take unit any day for multiple reasons -- better history and no jack. not that there was anything wrong with him, other than being a fixed point in time which she hated but he was jack. it was ridiculous.
and she hadn't seen him in quite a few lifetimes. this would be a long explanation.
though she didn't have time to worry about that, instead making her way to where she hoped she remembered torchwood still was. when the platform started descended she knew she was on the right track.
and then, before she could get too far inside, she'd run into someone. gosh, it really had been a while since she'd been nearby, she'd forgotten how quick it was to bump into someone )
Sorry, might have gotten lost. ( though considering there'd been no other way to turn that didn't really work. did they get many unexpected visitors on that platform?
no, that was something to shelve for later )
Looking for Jack? I'm an old friend, like really old. Not actually sure if friend is the best word to use for it but English isn't quite as expansive -- could do with a few more tenses to explain things better--
( stop her any time )
considering that they were in cardiff rather than london it had to be, as much as she wasn't fond of the idea, torchwood. she'd take unit any day for multiple reasons -- better history and no jack. not that there was anything wrong with him, other than being a fixed point in time which she hated but he was jack. it was ridiculous.
and she hadn't seen him in quite a few lifetimes. this would be a long explanation.
though she didn't have time to worry about that, instead making her way to where she hoped she remembered torchwood still was. when the platform started descended she knew she was on the right track.
and then, before she could get too far inside, she'd run into someone. gosh, it really had been a while since she'd been nearby, she'd forgotten how quick it was to bump into someone )
Sorry, might have gotten lost. ( though considering there'd been no other way to turn that didn't really work. did they get many unexpected visitors on that platform?
no, that was something to shelve for later )
Looking for Jack? I'm an old friend, like really old. Not actually sure if friend is the best word to use for it but English isn't quite as expansive -- could do with a few more tenses to explain things better--
( stop her any time )
( continued. )
[when the vault doors shut behind her, missy had the noblest of intentions, really and truly, of releasing the doctor. what (s)he doesn't know about, (s)he won't feel any duty to help with. the consequences of breaking a prydonian oath be damned. nothing else in the universe is sacred to missy, so why should that be? what's tradition to a couple of renegades? she thought she'd just get on with it. finish out the better part of a millennium, easy peasy. she thought she'd be able to break up the monotony by herself, and never once reach for her phone. more fool her.
if she's alive, the doctor is alive. that much she knew from the start. can't have one without the other, not for very long. the champion of time and the champion of death. indivisible. constant. sometimes they kill each other. sometimes they go ages inbetween, but they'll always be back, baby. and if, someday, annihilation should prove final—well, whatever, they had a good run—immortality was the foolish pursuit of a much younger self. she's not convinced she even wants the bonus regenerations anymore.
what's a few fatalities between friends? she's sure there's no hard feelings about where they left off. well, maybe there are, but nothing they can't work through. she wasn't planning to discuss her near-death or actual death experiences. suffice it to say that she's impossible to keep down and no one should know that better than her previous selves.
already, she knows she's done a selfish thing by luring the doctor back here. any second, this could tip over into an enormous responsibility. but it's hard to focus on anything like guilt or self-awareness while she's waiting for the doors to open. not with the voice on the other side so unmistakably yorkshire and feminine-sounding. what does that mean for the new face? the doctor is the only one who could make such short work of those locks.
missy was seated at the piano, but she's up in an instant when the thirteenth (numbered, not actual) doctor steps inside.]
Doctor! [she swoops down from the raised dias like a predatory bird, eyes alight with discovery.]
Screw what I definitely am. Look what you definitely are! Look at your waist! And the—honk honk—jiggly bits.
[the indecorous sound effect is accompanied by lifting both her hands to chest height and squeezing the air in front of herself. she allows for a short breathy chuckle, studying the new bestie from top to toe. it could've been a howl of laughter if she let it, so count those blessings.]
Oh, Madam President.
[most of the doctor's heroic and selfless acts qualify as suicidal, so there's no sense attributing the change of gender to the same folklore missy's been using to explain herself away. it would've happened much sooner if it were going to happen that way. a smug, oddly satisfying thought creeps in unbidden.]
Was it me? Did I do this? My influence. A tiny bit? May I say, what a charming result. You're welcome.
[when the vault doors shut behind her, missy had the noblest of intentions, really and truly, of releasing the doctor. what (s)he doesn't know about, (s)he won't feel any duty to help with. the consequences of breaking a prydonian oath be damned. nothing else in the universe is sacred to missy, so why should that be? what's tradition to a couple of renegades? she thought she'd just get on with it. finish out the better part of a millennium, easy peasy. she thought she'd be able to break up the monotony by herself, and never once reach for her phone. more fool her.
if she's alive, the doctor is alive. that much she knew from the start. can't have one without the other, not for very long. the champion of time and the champion of death. indivisible. constant. sometimes they kill each other. sometimes they go ages inbetween, but they'll always be back, baby. and if, someday, annihilation should prove final—well, whatever, they had a good run—immortality was the foolish pursuit of a much younger self. she's not convinced she even wants the bonus regenerations anymore.
what's a few fatalities between friends? she's sure there's no hard feelings about where they left off. well, maybe there are, but nothing they can't work through. she wasn't planning to discuss her near-death or actual death experiences. suffice it to say that she's impossible to keep down and no one should know that better than her previous selves.
already, she knows she's done a selfish thing by luring the doctor back here. any second, this could tip over into an enormous responsibility. but it's hard to focus on anything like guilt or self-awareness while she's waiting for the doors to open. not with the voice on the other side so unmistakably yorkshire and feminine-sounding. what does that mean for the new face? the doctor is the only one who could make such short work of those locks.
missy was seated at the piano, but she's up in an instant when the thirteenth (numbered, not actual) doctor steps inside.]
Doctor! [she swoops down from the raised dias like a predatory bird, eyes alight with discovery.]
Screw what I definitely am. Look what you definitely are! Look at your waist! And the—honk honk—jiggly bits.
[the indecorous sound effect is accompanied by lifting both her hands to chest height and squeezing the air in front of herself. she allows for a short breathy chuckle, studying the new bestie from top to toe. it could've been a howl of laughter if she let it, so count those blessings.]
Oh, Madam President.
[most of the doctor's heroic and selfless acts qualify as suicidal, so there's no sense attributing the change of gender to the same folklore missy's been using to explain herself away. it would've happened much sooner if it were going to happen that way. a smug, oddly satisfying thought creeps in unbidden.]
Was it me? Did I do this? My influence. A tiny bit? May I say, what a charming result. You're welcome.
( she can't help the blush that seems to form as missy's attentive gaze, at her action and the doctor moves her body back, even if her legs don't seem to get the message and actually take a step back. how she manages to stay balanced is anyone's guess.
and then, hands on her hips, trying to resume her usual posture. it worked so much better when she was a man, when she had the eyebrows that went with it. attack eyebrows, they worked so well.
but now-- everything about her has a softer appearance and though she can be every bit as commanding and threatening still... it's falling a little flat now )
You'd love that. ( she's not admitting anything. the doctor has no idea why she became female in this regeneration, why it was now, why it was coincidentally after her best friend's turn into female form, but-- perhaps the guess isn't all that far from the truth )
Besides, not really important. ( can they stop talking about her body, she'd really love that ) Why are you back?
and then, hands on her hips, trying to resume her usual posture. it worked so much better when she was a man, when she had the eyebrows that went with it. attack eyebrows, they worked so well.
but now-- everything about her has a softer appearance and though she can be every bit as commanding and threatening still... it's falling a little flat now )
You'd love that. ( she's not admitting anything. the doctor has no idea why she became female in this regeneration, why it was now, why it was coincidentally after her best friend's turn into female form, but-- perhaps the guess isn't all that far from the truth )
Besides, not really important. ( can they stop talking about her body, she'd really love that ) Why are you back?
( telepathic circuitry, a holographic interface and-- )
Oh, you're here.
( the tardis wasn't built to speak or communicate in this form but after getting a little taste of it and the doctor rather enjoying it they'd come up with a sort of work around. it was usually a mental imprint, or the tardis used other images in the holographic interface, but occasionally she had 'her own'. the body she'd inhabited, anyway )
He let you back.
( some of them hold grudges a little stronger )
Oh, you're here.
( the tardis wasn't built to speak or communicate in this form but after getting a little taste of it and the doctor rather enjoying it they'd come up with a sort of work around. it was usually a mental imprint, or the tardis used other images in the holographic interface, but occasionally she had 'her own'. the body she'd inhabited, anyway )
He let you back.
( some of them hold grudges a little stronger )
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