gotosleep_idiot | November & December Test Drive Meme

It really was going to be a bother carrying it around, wasn't it? That's if she remembered it at all, really, she was more than prone to getting distracted in this form.

Sure enough, Sexy very quickly forgets about the ringing phone in the face of the events occurring around her. She's not particularly frightened - certainly not of Me, and not by the Angel, either. What would happen, if it touched her? Her remaining lifespan surely wasn't that long, with the human body, although it did appear reconstructed - or would it feed off her time energy, which was boundless? Interesting questions she had no desire to test, but nonetheless.

"Well that's new then, isn't it?" She sets the receiver down on the rock, still ringing and ringing for a line that would probably never be answered. "Unless I'm mistaken, dear, and you've always been able to wsh-pff-brrm, aye?" The sound effects are accompanied by vigorous gesturing, but it gets the point across.

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"Ah!" Sexy turns rapidly at the sound of Amy's voice, something like relief uncoiling in her chest. Yes, this is why she liked the strays - at least one of them usually turned out to be reliable! Sexy flaps her arms a little, trying and failing to figure out how to wave (still trying to work out motor functions, humans are so dreadfully complicated, aren't they?). "Yes! You're the red one!"

"No, it can't be. Well, I suppose it could be. There are a great deal of things that can't be that happen to do anyway." Sexy wobbles forward a few steps, regaining her footing on the uneven ground. Good lord, those heels certainly weren't helping were they? "This body, for one. Atomized, when I swept that rude little planet out of my matrices. Very difficult to plop me back in here, you see."

Sexy's extended a finger now, poking into Amy's cheek. "Humans are quite squishy, aren't they? So many layers, dear, goodness me -"

Sexy's fiddling with the phone cord, listening to the endless ringing, when something rolled to a stop against her foot. She looked down, glass shining from beneath her skirt, and then turned almost comically, still bent at the waist, to see who had joined her. Wait, was she upside down, or was it this new person?

It turned out to be her, and she righted herself, picking up the crystal ball. She'll not be of much help, but she makes her way over to the boy, extending her hand out with the crystal ball. "How many of these do you have?" There seem to be quite a few of them - and how is her phone cord so long?

"How can you tell when it's rightside up?" Is it that obvious? Sexy allows the assistance, looking up at a face she hasn't seen in a very long time. A warmth softens her worried expression - despite what an undoubtedly terrible sign it is that she's crossed time streams with Rose Tyler, Sexy can't be anything but happy to see her again. The first person to break through her Doctor's shell in several hundred years, and finally make him smile again - her gratitude was boundless.

"Oh certainly. And no, I'm afraid I'm not. I don't usually have a mouth, you see." Sexy shrugs as if to say, oh well, what can you do?

The phone has been ringing for a bit now (funnily enough, she's not the best at gauging time when it's not her's to mold), but it feels like it's been absolute ages since she dialed the number. She sits back down, back against the rock, phone receiver jammed wrong-end round between her ear and her shoulder.

The cat approaches quietly, slipping from the darkness, and Sexy can't help her fascination. It isn't very well like she's had the chance to witness a living creature with real eyes, has she? Surely that's understandable. She remains very still as it sits next to her, which is quite an achievement for how twitchy she feels in a human body.

"You're beautiful, aren't you?" Careful not to make any sudden movements, Sexy leans down a little to get a good look at the cat's eyes. She hesitates, then offers her hand very slowly, asking permission to pet. "That's what the humans do then, isn't it?"

The cat seems to agree that this is, indeed, the welcome response and butts his head into her palm, purring noisily. She can pet him all she likes and he'll stalk back and forth under her hand, arching his back as if showing her just how to do it.

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"Practice," Rose shrugged in return, then giggled, "And which side the cord is on, that's the end you want down, yeah? Like roots fer a tree." Rose didn't seem particularly dazed by the revelation that the strange woman wasn't used to having a mouth. In Nautilus, that kind of thing happened. "Yeah? You're handling talking well! All right let me guess, don't tell yet! Let's see... we've had talking cars, and if you were a robot with no mouth, you'd be likely given a typewriter or pager instead." Rose tapped her finger to her chin in thought.

"Sentient planet? Galaxy? Wait, how do you eat? What do you eat?"

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She's very much like the Doctor in that way, but even for him there's only a certain level of innuendo one can reach before he finally notices. A very fun game, however, that River and Jack had always managed to make entertaining during their time onboard.

"All he ever calls me, really." She grins, eyebrows rising playfully. Of everyone, River will certainly be the best to utilize that information. Let it not be said Sexy isn't just as ridiculous as the rest of them.

"To be perfectly fair, I think I look quite well for my age, yeah?" All in all, it could be much worse. "Besides, I hardly think it matters when we both know nothing gets him better than a multi-stage dynamorphic power converter!" Her own joke sends her into giggles, but more for the fact that it's true.

Easily distractible as she is, she kind of forgets about the phone, letting it dangle off the rock as she starts to pet the cat. His fur is soft, a unique texture she's never felt before between her fingers, and she makes an effort to be careful, not wanting to startle or hurt the little creature.

"I see why you have them all wrapped around your...you don't call it a finger, do you? Oh, what is that word?" Sexy frowns, scratching gently behind his ears. "Bother, I'm never going to remember it. Too much jammed up in one tiny human head. How am I supposed to sort through it all? I don't have that kind of processing power."

"Do you belong to someone, or are you out here all alone?" Sexy wonders aloud, fingers running from the crest of the cat's head, all the way down his back.

"Of course," Sexy grins back, setting the phone down on the receiver. He wasn't going to pick up, and honestly, she had to do everything herself. Including installing a voicemail system, clearly. She's not sure she could even remember the huge word anyway - it was such a mess in this tiny human head sometimes, Sexy couldn't help but wonder how humans managed to get anything done at all.

"No and no, 'fraid not. I don't really eat, not like, chips or anything." Sexy waves her hand, grasping for the right words. "I run off...oh, what is it called? It's like a black hole, I suppose, with...mononucleosis? Nucleoside. No..."

The cat doesn't seem to have an answer for this, just enjoys the moment, kneading the air even as he walks. At the question he 'murr's and jumps up on her lap, leaning up to kiss her chin with his nose before rubbing his head against her neck, happy as can be.

"Oh, you must belong to someone. Cute little thing like you." Is she cooing? She must be cooing, but she doesn't particularly mind. Sexy is beginning to completely understand human fascination with small, fluffy animals (perhaps she should have let him keep the horse, that one time).

"Oh! Thank you." Sexy presses her lips gently against the cat's head, smiling into his fur. It's nice not to feel alone, in an unfamiliar place like this.

Rose stared some more, then slowly laughed. "Not a galaxy?" She echoed, "Aeon, Deva?" She but her bottom lip further, but then why the phone? It was a clue, she was sure of it. Oh! She was just asking all the wrong questions! She didn't have the answers, but Rose was good at the right questions. Mundane things others thought her full for examining.

"Who were you trying to call?" Clearly someone who knew how a rotary phone operated. Maybe the woman was normally... a sentient organ inside of a person. There was a relatively horrifying thought, though Rose wondered if the Doctor didn't feel that way about his past on occasion.

"No," Sexy's not sure what those words mean, and she almost gets lost for a second trying to recall them from her database. Ah, well. Perhaps it was buried somewhere beyond her reach, but Rose has moved on to another line of questioning. Talking with Sexy was a bit like a jigsaw puzzle where the middle piece kept changing shape, but that was par for the course at this point.

"Myself. Well, I wouldn't be the one who answered, of course. My thief. You know him." Sexy gesticulated, pressing a hand insistently against her chest. "You know me too, dear, but we haven't really had the pleasure of talking with mouths until now. More...foosh-pffsh."

She's attempting to articulate Rose looking into her console, reaching out and brushing their very essences together. It's very likely she may not even remember, after the whole business of the Doctor absorbing the extra energy and regenerating.

"TARDIS!" Rose glomped ger instantly in a hug. "I always knew you'd come!! But you're in completely the wrong shape!!! And I don't mean phone booth box, because we're outside the vortex, I bet the Doctor you'd be a cybertron." She held a hand over the woman's chest to check for two hearts. "Well, I guess it would be a little weird for you to be the shape of someone from a completely different universe you literally couldn't travel to before... "

All the same, Rose's eyes lit up, and she smoothly moved from hug to holding both TARDIS hands, "But now you can! Isn't that fantastic?! Whole multiverse! Not just one time vortex and an occasional sideways slip with the Doctor to parallels but everywhere! Anywhere!" Rose snapped her fingers, "Just like that!"

"I rather suspect that what is new here would be you, not my Bending abilities. Those come with this world as you'll doubtlessly learn."

She would have rushed forward to help her, before she even realized what she was doing. She frowned a bit at the cheek poke. "Wait, so you remember that? Alright then, probably the same thing happened to you as to me, whatever that is." She lifted her hand carefully to show the blood where the black box had gotten her. "The black boxes, yeah? Somehow brought us both here? Maybe they couldn't handle your full Tardis body and recreated this one... somehow?" She wasn't sure, and none of it made sense. "Well, the Doctor and Rory should be about any time now. Have you seen either of them? Or Brian, that would be Rory's da."

"Time And Relative Dimension In Space." Sexy grinned, pleased Rose had finally helped her get the big-little word she'd been searching for. She hugged Rose back, briefly distracted by how solid she is - how solid everything is. Hugs are wonderful, aren't they? This might just be her very first one.

"Oh, I am very much not in the right shape." Sexy pulled back enough to look down at the human body she was occupying. "Though it is quite a lovely shape, I think. But no, I was never built for this sort of thing." She was never built with a mouthpiece, not like some of her sisters. The worry that this body will also deteriorate niggled at the back of her mind for a moment.

Sexy frowned at Rose's explanation, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Really? But that...isn't that so very unstable, dear?" There was a reason you weren't supposed to punch holes to parallel universes, a reason to move linearly rather than laterally. Of course, it explains how Rose is standing in front of her when she was lost to another universe entirely, but Sexy's not convinced it isn't as bad of a time implosion as the last time she saw Rose.

"Three or four," he said, looking at the one she held. Thankfully none of them were the one that arrived with him or the Network would have seen this, and he wasn't ready for most of them to know Gar existed outside of the storms. So far Adrien knew. And Nino. The Doctor who smelled the most like Rose and Rose. No one else.

He got to his feet carefully. How did humans manage, only two legs and no tail. "Sorry about that. And you are?" Since as a person he couldn't just pounce on her and demand fish like he would as a cat.

The Tardis has, of course, seen a great many odd things in her long life traveling with the Doctor, though this might rate amongst the oddest. The person was the size of a child, of maybe all of ten years old, and the clothes he wore looked quite oversized, as though he had played dress up in an adult's costume bin. But one such as she could certainly see the age in his large eyes. This seeming child was nearly of age with her thief, after all. But the age and odd clothes was not what made Clef seem odd.

Or at least not all of it, since he clearly was not a child of Gallifrey.

The oversized clothes were heavily ornamented, heavy being the operative word, but moved and settled as if they were lighter than eben normal cloth, as though the gems and gold and paneling lightened it, not weighed it down. His headdress pushed back blueish purple hair with a large gem that looked rather like an artist's idea of a unicorn horn. His staff was taller than he was, and also bejeweled. His cloak parted in front so he could hold it, showing more of the white odd material under.

And the ultimate oddness wasn't even that the ground he stood on was floating, so that he was at eye level with most human adults. He stood on that ground as easily as if it was still, and no breeze in his hair betrayed his motion.

What was odd however was the mostly transparent multi-cooured pastel sphere around him. The lower part of the sphere held the ground on which he stood, grass atop and dirt below. The sphere covered the whole of him and his staff, ending a good foot over the arched top of the weapon. If something so covered in jewels could be a weapon, that is.

The whole picture he made was a little odd as the bubble moved smoothly, heading for her without the slightest bobbing or weaving. "Do you need some assistance?" he offered.

Kaylin had been patrolling when she saw the new woman and swore under her breath in French, which the city happily translated as if it had the translation matrix as well. But she approached anyway. Why the actual ****s did she get all the new people?

The woman was short, but clearly an adult for all she stopped getting taller at thirteen or so. She looked like a living crease, or so she was often told. She wore a white shirt with buttons on the cuff of her sleeves that looked like it needed an ironing, and perhaps a washing. Over that was the leather top, the sort of leather that spoke to armor, rather than fashion. It needed some mending under one arm, and could use a good scouring. And somehow managed to look wrinkled. Over that was a chain mail shirt that bunched in such a way that it too looked untidy, which was quite the feat for chain mail.

She had forsaken her tabard today, since that was hanging to dry, and so her wide belt went over the chainmail directly, holding a dagger on either hip - one of a time and world as her clothes, one clearly a much higher technology level than her chain and leather, given it was a vibroblade from the Star Wars universe. Also on the belt was a nightstick, some rope, a belt pouch, a water skin... and two pokeballs.

Her pants were padded leather, and torn at the calf on one leg, badly stained with old blood. Her shoes were good thick soled work boots that could very much use a washing.

Her hair was a rough cut mess of muddy brown pulled into a sloppy knot at the back of her neck that threatened to come free of the gnawed up stick she used to keep it in place. She had a cut over one eye and a fading bruise on her jaw. On the other side of her face was what looked like a delicate tattoo of poisonous nightshade. Sitting on her shoulder, its body on the far side of her face from the tattoo was a tiny flygon, about the size of a house cat. It stopped eating her hair long enough to study the new woman.

Kaylin took a deep breath, put on her best 'cop' face, then spoke. "Do you require assistance?"

The dress could have come from Agatha's world, she decided. For her tastes there would have been a layer under the top with that neckline, but really this woman wouldn't have looked at all out of place at the university where Agatha had studied before she was abducted.

Agatha might have approached to see if she was from her world at that, except then she saw the phone. She didn't know what it was, and that made it fascinating and beautiful. The woman, in her long green dress with cream undershirt, Trilobite sigil at her neck, rushed over, excited to see this new wonder.

The redhead carried a wonder of her own, of course, sitting on her shoulder. It had, at some point, been a pocket watch, from the looks of it. Now it had an eye where the watch face had been, and two small legs and two small arms, with small hands an feet. One of those hands was holding onto Agatha's hair casually. The other held a screwdriver like it was a staff.

Scurrying alongside Agatha was a bright orange weasel with six legs, bolts in its neck, and quite a number of rather sharp teeth.

"What a wonderful invention!" Agatha cooed as she got closer. "Would you be so kind as to tell me what it is?" Was this another Spark? A FEMALE Spark? She was excited!

And then a thought dawned on her. Female Sparks tended to vanish... was this where they vanished to?

Well, now at least some of the confusion from the other party is making more sense. "Might be strange if you've never done it before." It's slightly amusing, even just trying to imagine existing in a completely different form from whatever she might have been before, but more than that it piques her curiosity.

"You don't normally speak, then? Or just not like this?" She gives her another look up and down, contemplative. "I wasn't aware that Nautilus changed one's form upon arriving. Did this happen to you beforehand?"

Oh, yes. He's aching and he's sort of glad that they don't have their connection because she won't be happy why he's aching right because he made the choice to not go back.

However, does calm listening to the hum and relaxes as he still holds onto her. The notes at least to Ten seem to bounce off the stone walls. As if the mountain is trying to tell a story with children like voices.

"Do you know.. how long it's been since that's been heard on these mountains?" A worn smile with sad eyes. Giving a hand squeeze back and gently touches her cheek; and with sad eyes, "The last time you sang that to me here?"

Even if his hearts seem to stop for a moment about when because there isn't per say a when. The place more just exists. Sure there's the rise and fall of the sun(s) but outside of that - time is linear and only goes forward.

"Maybe."

He looks up at her, and blinks in surprise. She looks an awful lot like one of the characters from Ciliandis, one of his favorite animes/video games, and for a second he wonders if he's still asleep.

"This might sound a little crazy -" He thinks it's possible Janus might wring his neck if he says too much, but ley lines are common knowledge, so. " - but I can't feel the magic. It should be there."

November & December Test Drive Meme

Why hello!

Aw dear!!! You totally should!

Haha, whatever you like!

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My cat has heterochromia!

Cute! What kinda kitty?

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White with black spots, green eye and a blue eye! Heterochromia is just friggen adorable imo <3

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cuuute also can I add on Plurk?

Sure! I'm not particularly active atm but I answer PM's!

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Hi!

I already have Me in play, or I probably would.

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Well, with an invite like that >.>

Re: Sexy | Doctor Who

And have a Kaylin (Clef is mine too, forgot to label.)

And an Aggie. I've still more kids, if you want them. :D

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