gotosleep_idiot | November & December Test Drive Meme

It seems impossible that the Doctor could ever look into eyes older than his own, but to be quite honest Sexy's not even sure the word 'impossible' should still be tolerated in her lexicon. She stares back at him, full of life, both literally and in the deeper recesses of her history. She was a relic in her own right when they crossed paths - the depth is not lost, even in this form.

It is a bit odd that she can't hear him, but Sexy chalks it up to the limits of the human body. Speaking of, should she be worried about this one failing? One problem at a time.

"Oh - !" Sexy can't say she's entirely surprised by the kiss, or the fact that he's recognized her straight away (the next one hadn't, but then, Ten had always been better about seeing the reality in front of him than Eleven, silly boy). It's the closest they can get without the psychic link, and something about it eases the worry she'd been keeping track of at the back of her mind. Her Doctor, whatever form he might be in, was here and they'd figure this out together, as they always had (and have).

"And I you, darling." Sexy grins, cupping a hand against his cheek. Her fingers brush against his sideburns (it's the chin all over again). "Give or take a couple hundred years."

He should probably tell her how this place functions and that there are five versions of him here but one thing at a time and going to be greedy for a little bit. On the plus side - there's no worry about Rose with this and can't feel guilty about the snogging that just was a thing and continues to hold her firm but gentle at her waist.

He doesn't want to let her go and share her with himselves but there's also no other choice either because all of him love her and she loves all of him.

But it's his own fault; because he made the choice that he's not going back to finish his story; which he had to swallow means not see the soul of his Tardis again - but she's here and whiffs her neck gently and slight forehead bump and relishes her touch.

At her second sentence, however; finds himself pausing in his breathe and going slightly ghost transparent and gives Sexy sad and scared eyes at that remark; she might see burning in those eyes that seem to have this face in it.

Does she remember that this is the face that didn't want to go?

Hold on a moment. River knew that look all too well and that drew her in a bit more as she approaches. "Unless of course the time vortex reroutes the call to someone else. Like, say his wife who was in prison at the time."

However, considering the woman mentioned him and seemed to know him as intimately as River did...There should really only be one other being that did. "Then again, if a certain TARDIS is calling herself, he might not hear it right away. He never did like staying in place after all. Even when she was parked."

Sexy's not completely understanding - she doesn't know anything about a visual display, or what exactly the Network she's connecting to. If anything, the mode of communication she's most used to psionic, but this is probably second closest. "Most things are, I think."

"Not to worry dear, I rather think you wouldn't. I'm not much for..." Sexy gestures, phone cord jangling haphazardly. "Talking! Talking, with mouths. Very strange, wouldn't you say?" No, they never talked, but Sexy would like to think they'd had fun while their time had lasted. She's trying to find the words to fully explain, but there are so very many words and so little space for all five of her matrices in this tiny human head.

Sexy turns, taking a step back when she recognizes the man behind her. She'd recognize him anywhere, of course; a year of being ripped apart as a paradox machine is not easily forgotten (in addition to the long and illustrious history they've had over the years, but it's understandable why that particular slight is ingrained so completely in her mind's eye).

"You!" She could, perhaps, be mistaken for having been looking for him in particular, but the fact that Sexy picks up the telephone with the clear intention to chuck it at him may be sending mixed signals. It would be more threatening if she didn't wobble as she did so, which stops her from throwing the phone and just succeeds in unbalancing her and making her drop the receiver (and isn't that convenient, a mode of communication and a blunt object all in one, how handy).

"It's not the time vortex that usually does that bit." Sexy turns a little more toward River, phone held loosely in her hand - she's not particularly listening to the endless ringing anymore. Help has come to her, in the form of a very wonderful companion, one of the loveliest she's ever had the pleasure of carrying.

"You know, I don't think I ask for very much, do I?" No answer, so she hangs up, brow furrowing a bit as she does. "I come when I'm called, quite reliable in that way, I think. But no, he gets to go parading about, doesn't he - my gosh, how do you put up with it?"

The end of her sentence becomes less about the Doctor and more about the corset she's just noticed she's wearing, which she tugs on, inhaling as deeply as she can.

River just kind of stares as her suspicions are concerned and well. Lets just say The Doctor wasn't the only one that wanted to meet a certain ship face to face. River smirked as she watched her.

"I've never had a complaint about your reliability. You've always been absolutely wonderful whenever I've been at the console. Some people simply need to learn how to drive better." Unless she liked the rough handling by The Doctor... well. Though River had a feeling the TARDIS wasn't referring to a certain husband with her when it came to that last remark.

"Very carefully. Personally, full on corsets were always a pain to wear. Loved the shaping, hated the lack of breathing." Already River's moving over to her. "Here, lets loosen that up a little." And if Sexy will allow, River will do just that.

One problem at a time - in this form, it's really all she can handle. This isn't the first time she's had the Doctor crossing his own time stream, and if she had to place bets, Sexy is probably safe to assume it won't be the last. She doesn't even consider assuming any guilt about it, but then, she's never had very long to adjust to the human perspective of things (or, humanoid, in this case). The closeness means something very different to her, and Sexy supposes he must know that to have done it in the first place.

"Aye, no, stop that." Sexy taps her thumb against the Doctor's cheek, looking at him intently. She recognized that look, the inner turmoil associated with it. "It's okay. It's always been okay, aye?"

"You didn't go," Her free hand pats his shoulder, brushing away nonexistent dirt. His suit is exactly as she last saw them, right down to the dirt on his trainers. "Not really. You always are, you see?"

Stop what? A second later, Ten notices that he's making himself translucent and does stop that in order to feel her touch on the cheek.

He's not that far - yet. Only shot by the Dalek before using the hand in the jar to regenerate. However, he's heard whispers and some events here have made him concerned about the second time dying.

In a sense, Ten wants to ask her; if he tried to kill himself by crashing The Tardis because someone had gone out of control of being Time Lord Victorious.

With a gentle thumb on her cheek and whisper; "I hurt you. I crashed you. Or rather I will." Even though he knows it's not the first the Tardis has been crashed, he never likes when it happens.

A gentle sorry kiss on her cheek.

Then his hands move to hold her hands with his and chin on them both lightly; "I don't want to go alone. I don't want to go how we ended at the end of the War and just before that."

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It's a messy thing, getting time out of order. Like River, like Sexy is now, so very far ahead of this Doctor and moving in the wrong direction. The rumors are the worst bit about the regenerations - it always seems to get bigger and more complicated the longer it goes on, but she still maintains that his anticipation is probably the most difficult part every time.

"I love you, darling, but you were never very gentle." He left the brake on because he liked the sound she made. "Yes, I've crashed. But I suppose I like to drive fast too then, don't I?" They really were two of a pair, always had been.

Sexy smiles at the kiss, turning her head just enough to brush her lips against his thumb, a quiet reassurance.

"You're never alone. I know I'm not always the best company," Sexy tilts her chin up, squeezing his hands with hers. "But I'm here. And it doesn't end, that's the wrong word. It goes and goes and goes, and it's worth it, my silly thief. You were - is - are absolutely brilliant."

Ten can't help but find a small sad smile about not being gentle; "I love you too..." Then jokingly remarks; "Suppose I can't get the sledgehammer out."

A gentle hand squeeze back; and there's something, even more, dreadfulabout it goes and it goes. Something worn and old in those eyes. Something like she'll get from Eleven and Twelve about wanting to rest.

However, Sexy saying it's worth it is harder to dismiss than River saying it's worth it. As his head rests on the side of hers and returns the gentle hand squeeze.

Still, it does sting his hearts about Rose,Jack, Martha and Donna.

Then with a whisper in Gallifreyan states;

"And you are the most beautiful thing I've ever known."

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It is a bit much, the first time round. Sexy will never forget the look on the Doctor's face that very first time, the time they talked. She isn't surprised by the staring (could even say she's used to it in her box form, that first time, bigger on the inside).

"Certainly," Sexy nods, smiling as she remembers River at her helm, piloting her smoothly from point a to point b (a rarity that does not go unnoticed). "You always did remember to read the manual. Something I very sincerely appreciate, I'll have you know."

Sexy did have moments of solidarity with the Doctor in terms of recklessness - they did have to have something in common, didn't they, to go galavanting about the galaxy for over 900 years - but she did tend to have more of a sense of propriety than he did. Chalk it up to her being older - or her being a woman - but the fact remained either way.

"Oof," Sexy allowed River to loosen the binding, ribcage finally allowed to expand. Last time, she'd assumed the difficulty was because the body was shutting down, but perhaps that wasn't entirely the case. "Oh, thank you."

"Of course, It was quite the fascinating read though, it helped that you showed me what to do my first time." Anyone hearing that might take that wildly out of context and River didn't care. She tugged at the lacing, finally allowing the TARDIS to breathe.

"You're very welcome. Whoever laced this must have been a bit of a sadist. But,you should be able to breathe properly now at least." She tied up the lacing to keep it from getting caught on anything. "So... you're the TARDIS, outside of the ship. I have to admit, that's a new one on me. But, here's a question. What do I call you?"

Me had been taking a walk to try and shake off this last week or so when she came across an odd looking woman with the single most awkward network device she'd seen yet, and she knew one kid who had to use a shield, and another who used the inside of his cloak.

Time was when a new person she didn't know was a way to poke at Ten and Rose, by implying she was one or the other and sending her to their Tardis, but these days she tired of that. She was going to just walk on by, and let this woman figure things out herself. Lots of mayflies here who just loved to help. And she was about to just do that when motion caught her eye. Weeping Angel. Behind the new commer. She sighed slightly. Then she used Bending to create a mirror in front of it. Then around the Angel and the mirror a sphere, all mirrors facing in. She locked the Angel in, then used more Bending to make a pit in the earth. She then buried the Angel and sent a text to River with the location. Professional courtesy. Honestly, between her, River, and Killgrave, she had no clue how there were still any Angels left, but ah well.

Someone might have forgotten that she had an audience....

Sexy's eyes shine brightly when he says he loves her - it's different to hear him say it with ears, different than how she normally hears it.

She knows he'll always carry that sadness, and there's very little she can do about it. But if she can reassure him that there is a light in the darkness, that has to be worth something, yeah? Sexy remembers them as different stages of his development - but each has their own pain, their own challenges over the course of their time. To see the echo that's to come is a sad, but honest thing.

Sexy tilts her head down to brush her lips against the Doctor's knuckles. The humans, they come and go, but she'd rather he have the pain if it meant he had the love and friendship, too. He needed someone to talk to, with mouths and words, and not just her console hum.

She hasn't heard that language spoken aloud in a very long time, and she closes her eyes, breathing in deep.

"My darling thief."

Amy had just heard the call herself, had just arrived, though a good block or two away. She'd been walking. One hand was marked by an irritating black box, but at least now she figured she knew what the boxes did. Take blood then transport. Well, if that was the case, the Doctor and Rory should be along soon. Brian too, probably, given the way he'd been studying the things. And what, a third of the human race? Half, maybe? All brought here, whenever here is.

Whenever here is.

As she was coming into sight of the woman, not noticing her just yet, she called out. "Rory? Doctor?" They'd find her, she'd call and they'd find her, then they'd find everyone, nip them all home for supper and then settle the boxes. Ugh, she was starting to sound like him. Maybe not fish fingers for dinner after all.

Then she stopped dead, seeing who was before her. "But that's not.... Is this House then? Some other part of House?" Was this before the Tardis got shoved inside Idris? Could she even be here or was the universe about to explode into a paradox or something?

Woman having trouble walking in a human body, have a teenaged boy dealing with the same. Spark still wasn't used to being Gar outside of storms, but he was trying, and he was practicing. For Adrien's sake. And a little for his own.

The boy had blond hair and green eyes and walked slightly oddly as he kept having to remind himself that there was no tail. He actually mostly had walking down, but he had tried to practice while juggling crystal balls for some stupid idea. And it meant he kept forgetting how the legs work while he tried not to drop anything. He was... not good at this.

Seeing someone new broke his concentration. He went sprawling, crystal balls flying up then landing. One right behind hi to one side, one smacking his arm....and one hitting the back of his neck....

Rose giggled and stared. "You have it upside down," she offered a hand out to help right it. "Can I help you? Not used to phones, I take it? Don't worry, there's a cat here with a crystal ball. I haven't the foggiest how that works."

Ten's brown puppy eyes shine back and relax with his forehead gently pressed against hers.

Hopefully, Sexy doesn't mind the black oxford ring; that this face never had.

He could really just stand here with her, on these mountains for hours.

The Kururugi Shrine

[ For the most part Riku let his feet wander through the city from late afternoon to late into the evening. Dusk was a comfortable time for him, more so than dawn as he’s been letting his thoughts keep him up late at night. Ruminating his arrival, the sights he’s seen, the power of this place, and the strange power he’s received. It was different, obviously, but also the familiarity of it in others was strange.. to share a power with the others here made him feel less alone, as did the way they all seemed to have woken up here. That was a common occurrence.

In any case, Riku had wandered up to the Kururugi Shrine. It was a peaceful spot of land, with a gentle breeze that spoke through the filters of leaves and tree branches. It whistled across the stone steps ascending toward the shrine. It tickled at his length of silver locks and encouraged him closer to the temple. An allure he couldn’t deny. ]

The Cathedral

[ The structure of the cathedral, at least on the outside, looked ominous which was probably not the intent of its making — especially since it was meant to be a place of worship. At least that’s what he’s been told about churches. The church is where people go to find solace, peace, renew their core, flourish in their faith.. you would find peace there.. That was the selling factor as to why Riku even bothered to check out the place. Coming to this place sure did disturb him and finding a place to feel more himself would be an excellent idea.

So, he leered outside the church, looking up at it with a sudden shroud of doubt hinging off his shoulders. ]

Dream of The All Blue Restaurant

[ He’s been here now for nearly a week and he is diligently working through the various restaurants this place has to offer. Once he heard about this particular spot Riku was excited to try it next time he was hungry, it was a little difficult for him to find however. He wasn’t sure he was in the right spot until he found some signs indicating the restaurant was actually on the bottom floor. He took the stairs quickly and let himself in through the front door.

What caught his eyes almost immediately was the gorgeous view of the near sea. ]

June’s Department Store

[ Some new clothes would be ideal, since his travel pack was left behind and he can only go so long wearing the same pair fabrics for so long. He was starting to get tired of it, honestly. Plus, honestly, he was curious as to what would pass for this world’s fashion and … how was that decided? Was someone in the department store responsible for designing what clothes they wore, what appliances they had in their homes, the furniture even, or did this stuff sort of seep up out of the somewhere (or nowhere) for others to take some comfort in the familiarity of a home’s aesthetic, complete with furniture, appliances, and decor?

He kind of wanted to get a toaster, honestly. But he was okay walking away with a couch or bed.. hopefully they had delivery and took I-O-Us. ]

[ Even with the days becoming colder and the inevitable snowfall coming ever closer, the ocean and what had been her home for a time were always a welcome spot to return to. It was on one such day that she was there, having spent some time upstairs before deciding that she was in a mood for a meal.

The petite redhead started walking down the stairs then, only pausing when she spotted the tall guy at the door. He didn't look the least bit familiar... Then again, she wasn't exactly the most social of people. ]

Uhm... Hello, there.

[ She'd tell Sanji that there was another customer downstairs soon enough, and really it shouldn't have been surprising by then to see people in the Restaurant area during the day, but as it was she was at a little bit of a loss for what else to do then and there. ]

After a little while a cat approaches her, seeming pretty insignificant save for one gold eye and one blue. It sits beside her, washing its ears for a moment before settling with its tail tucked round its paws. You've company at any rate.

"I try to make it interesting." Oh, it could absolutely be taken as innuendo, but Sexy is mostly oblivious to that fact. She heaves in a deep breath, grateful that the corset had been loosened. She smoothes down the bundle of dress skirts, offering River a thankful smile.

"That tends to be the bit. Men." She's seen her fair share, especially on Gallifrey. There's a reason all TARDIS' were female. "Yes. Bit confusing, but you understand confusing, of course. The universe constantly aims to surprise." She shrugs a little, brushing her hair back over her shoulder.

"Well," Sexy can't help the fond smirk that quirks the edges of her mouth. "I suppose I'm called 'Sexy'."

She can't feel his emotions the way she normally does, interwoven and connected with her own consciousness, but it's almost as though she doesn't need to. She's been with him for so long, and she's learned to read him so well that she knows, in her heart, how he's aching.

Sexy hums quietly, a soft tune, a child's rhyme from waaaaay back when. It's a comfort thing, to share that connection to their home world, when all of the history has been lost and only the two of them remain.

"When are we?" She asks after a moment, squeezing his hands as if to reassure him that she's not leaving. He seems...unusually put about, and Sexy wonders where her casing is, and how she ended up crossing Ten's path - how he's so out of his own time, missing her like this.

If anyone understood the universe being confusing, it's River Song. Not to mention, she's not surprised by 'Sexy's lack of picking up on the innuendo and just found herself tempted to run with it a bit.

Then again..."Sexy. Is that what he calls you when no one's around?" As incredulous as she sounds, River's not really surprised.

"I'm not sure if I should feel jealous or honored that I share my husband with you if he's calling another woman sexy behind my back." Lets face it, River's never going to let The Doctor live this one down next time she sees him.

November & December Test Drive Meme

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Not well at all! xD

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are you considering apping?

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Omg. Just.... OMG.

yes! I saw your post on the enable meme and thought I'd see what your test drive was like!

Can't play her here, but... I have to. Also please excuse the weird icons

One more, then I'll leave you alone, unless you want more

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Awesome :3 if you have any questions feel free to ping 10s journal

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Dream of the All Blue!

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Absolutely!!

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