Jan 11, 2011 02:11
can't we all just get along?,
five has an unhealthy relationship,
five is a nerd,
five does not approve,
playin' it cool,
five is emo,
when the soap box is a-rockin',
five does not freak out *enough*,
responsible five is responsible,
five likes stuff,
post traumatic zen disorder
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oon enough, any time you'd like, Dr. Harding. Once I've got a bit of tea in me, I've an appointment in the library, but perhaps in a few hours, over dinner perhaps? I'm just about due for a meal, I think, and my TARDIS is recovering.
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...What's a TARDIS?
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...You have, what, a smaller ship, like the Barge, but inside the Barge?
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Hmm... I could attempt to explain it, and us, with a visual, perhaps a bit of string to be cut up, but Time isn't very well explained as a line or even a segment, however malleable. Although, perhaps the problem lies in that which any of me fail to explain. Let's try this, then: when you think of us, what is an approximation of the first confusing thing that comes to mind?
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Of course, you're here, so I guess I can't go around calling you a scientific impossibility, can I?
So the TARDIS. It's bigger than -
...Could I see it?
[She sounds almost excited.]
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[And here, a grin. Suddenly, he doesn't look anywhere near as old as he is, nor really as he usually looks.]
I suppose you could have a look round after dinner. There's something I need to take to a room there to begin with, and she should be capable of generating light again by that point.
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