[missy is up to her elbows in maintenance even now. she talks a lot of nonsense about the doctor getting free labour. in fact, it's a win for everyone. the TARDIS gets some itches scratched and missy gets to use her brain. they all know it's nothing that really needs doing, but everyone has those odd jobs they've been meaning to get around to for centuries. she only turned away to swap out a ganymede driver for a multi-quantiscope, but when she spins back on her heel, she finds herself face to face with the holographic representation of the TARDIS consciousness.]
Oh!
[she looks sexy up and down, briefly lost in trying to solve the puzzle of the lady-apparation. much of the energy that was once concentrated over there is now over here; a difference as perceptible as a drop in air pressure. it occurs to her that, on a sensory level, she's no less or more alone than she was a minute ago.]
Oh, it's you. [it would be awkward to stick a hand in someone's guts without a word. they do communicate while missy works. not like this, though. this is very direct and wholly unexpected.]
How've you done that? [as questions go, it's probably not important. one of those things that a time lord will answer for themselves if the TARDIS leaves them to it. sexy asked missy a question too, and that one does want an answer. so far, she hasn't done anything with it.]
( she doesn't object to the redirection of conversation, her own consciousness doesn't particularly travel in a linear fashion, something that the doctor had discovered himself with her when they'd spoken for that moment. when she'd been alive. she's confident that they'll circle back around, accepting a question and answer in a different direction first. it isn't offensive and really it is surprising, something she'd kept from the doctor in all those intervening years. it says something that she's activated it now )
I'm still in the TARDIS.
( unlike before. there are many parts that she doesn't fully offer but things that missy could likely interpret herself -- the host before had been human, the consciousness had been removed from the tardis. this, if missy does stick out her hand, she'll find is just a hologram, just particles forming an image )
I'm guessing it was a traumatic experience, totally foreign to you. And whatever else it was, you got to try new things.
[the TARDIS facilitates such wild adventures for countless others, all of the doctor's companions and the doctor herself. no one is quite the same person they used to be, after they've travelled time and space. it's only right that sexy should have a formative experience of her own. makes perfect sense that the doctor would eventually land her in the same sort of trouble the pair of them are always landing everyone else in.
missy does reach out to pick some invisible lint from the holographic interface's shoulder. she expected exactly what she gets: the scattering of light particles under her fingertips. it was only a pinch, barely interfering with the larger image. her gloved hand falls away.]
That type of thing does tend to stay with you.
[the master's had hosts too, lest they forget. there was a time when, lacking regenerations to spare, she went about the universe as a parasitic lifeform and opportunistic bodysnatcher. and then there was the chameleon arch. humans are such fragile and changeable beings, especially as they come to end of their ludicrously short lives. another thing she knows, without being told, is that a human couldn't possibly sustain the TARDIS consciousness for long.]
( it does stay with you, though rather than comment on it again the hologram shifts, the particles of light moving around the room in something that's quite a smooth, flowing motion. she moves like water, gliding as if it's completely effortless. considering the room itself and her holographic being it is.
but it isn't only her body that flows but the conversation with it, sexy sort of cycling back around to that original question without exactly asking it again )
I saw an end. Many ends. Something my Doctor will know too.
( or has known. but there's more to come, sexy knows and missy could likely guess at that. when you have such a long life many things come to an end. including this )
There's something you want to know.
( many things if given the opportunity, some to stall the inevitable but there was one big thing )
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Oh!
[she looks sexy up and down, briefly lost in trying to solve the puzzle of the lady-apparation. much of the energy that was once concentrated over there is now over here; a difference as perceptible as a drop in air pressure. it occurs to her that, on a sensory level, she's no less or more alone than she was a minute ago.]
Oh, it's you. [it would be awkward to stick a hand in someone's guts without a word. they do communicate while missy works. not like this, though. this is very direct and wholly unexpected.]
How've you done that? [as questions go, it's probably not important. one of those things that a time lord will answer for themselves if the TARDIS leaves them to it. sexy asked missy a question too, and that one does want an answer. so far, she hasn't done anything with it.]
I didn't know you had it in you. Love the hair.
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( she doesn't object to the redirection of conversation, her own consciousness doesn't particularly travel in a linear fashion, something that the doctor had discovered himself with her when they'd spoken for that moment. when she'd been alive. she's confident that they'll circle back around, accepting a question and answer in a different direction first. it isn't offensive and really it is surprising, something she'd kept from the doctor in all those intervening years. it says something that she's activated it now )
I'm still in the TARDIS.
( unlike before. there are many parts that she doesn't fully offer but things that missy could likely interpret herself -- the host before had been human, the consciousness had been removed from the tardis. this, if missy does stick out her hand, she'll find is just a hologram, just particles forming an image )
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[the TARDIS facilitates such wild adventures for countless others, all of the doctor's companions and the doctor herself. no one is quite the same person they used to be, after they've travelled time and space. it's only right that sexy should have a formative experience of her own. makes perfect sense that the doctor would eventually land her in the same sort of trouble the pair of them are always landing everyone else in.
missy does reach out to pick some invisible lint from the holographic interface's shoulder. she expected exactly what she gets: the scattering of light particles under her fingertips. it was only a pinch, barely interfering with the larger image. her gloved hand falls away.]
That type of thing does tend to stay with you.
[the master's had hosts too, lest they forget. there was a time when, lacking regenerations to spare, she went about the universe as a parasitic lifeform and opportunistic bodysnatcher. and then there was the chameleon arch. humans are such fragile and changeable beings, especially as they come to end of their ludicrously short lives. another thing she knows, without being told, is that a human couldn't possibly sustain the TARDIS consciousness for long.]
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but it isn't only her body that flows but the conversation with it, sexy sort of cycling back around to that original question without exactly asking it again )
I saw an end. Many ends. Something my Doctor will know too.
( or has known. but there's more to come, sexy knows and missy could likely guess at that. when you have such a long life many things come to an end. including this )
There's something you want to know.
( many things if given the opportunity, some to stall the inevitable but there was one big thing )