[oncoming_storms] - Describe a typical day
Because some nasty fanwanking about Turn Left really pissed me off, you all get some crack. I hope you're happy. Also, um ... forgive the shite characterisation.
'What does this do?'
The TARDIS hummed softly, the only light in the console room the steady glow from her monitor as she replied to C'rizz' question, the complex formulas and mathematics of bloc transfer computations flashing across the screen.
C'rizz frowned, reading it over, then shook his head. 'I still don't understand. What do these numbers here mean? And these ... "temporal theoretics?" What are they?'
The screen blinked, almost as though it were perplexed, which would perhaps be the most succinct explanation for the TARDIS' current emotional state. After a moment, the screen filled with jargon once more, though it scrolled slower. When it finished, the screen blinked again, as if to say Do you understand now?
The Eutermesan made an indelicate noise. 'That didn't explain anything at all,' he offered carefully. 'Like here,' he noted, pointing toward a particularly long and complicated formula involving far too many letters and not nearly enough numbers. 'What does that mean, exactly?'
She did not answer immediately, puzzling over his question. Then she removed the text from the screen, scrutinizing it for any fallacies or incorrect data. When it proved correct, she showed it again, even slower this time, and bold-faced the bits he was uncertain on. It was, after all, completely correct, and she could not understand his hang-up. What part of temporal physics was so hard to understand?
All of it, apparently, because the Eutermesan threw his hands in the air with a long-suffering sigh. 'You're as bad as the Doctor,' he cried.
'Bad about what?' asked the man himself, stepping into the console room, carrying a cup of tea and a first-edition copy of Huckleberry Finn.
'Explaining things,' C'rizz replied sourly, hunched down on the stool he'd pulled up to the console and waving a dismissive hand at the monitor, still cluttered with jargon. 'The TARDIS just keeps showing me the same things and I don't know what they mean.'
The Doctor made his way over for a look-see, examining the screen for what felt an eternity before making an 'aaah' sound. C'rizz looked at him expectantly.
'Can you tell me what it means?'
'You know,' the Doctor replied casually, taking a sip from his cup, 'I never knew that myself. Funny what you learn, isn't it?'
'But isn't this your ship? You should understand how it works, shouldn't you?'
The Doctor scoffed. 'The TARDIS is a highly advanced life form, you know. It takes centuries to even come close to understanding how the old girl works.'
'But haven't you been with it that long?'
'Your point?'
C'rizz stared. 'So you'll explain it all?'
'Oh, maybe later,' he answered, taking another sip and shrugging. 'Really, it's just terribly boring stuff.'
'But you said you didn't understand it either!'
'Well, I didn't. And now I do.' A pause. 'Tea?'
C'rizz just sighed and shook his head before turning and heading out of the room, grumbling something about never understanding Time Lords and this whole "time" business to begin with.
The Doctor frowned and turned to the TARDIS, absently petting her console. 'Honestly, that man's mood swings. I wonder what's gotten him all worked up?'
His ship mentally shrugged within their bond. She couldn't understand it, either.
Muse: The TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 516
'What does this do?'
The TARDIS hummed softly, the only light in the console room the steady glow from her monitor as she replied to C'rizz' question, the complex formulas and mathematics of bloc transfer computations flashing across the screen.
C'rizz frowned, reading it over, then shook his head. 'I still don't understand. What do these numbers here mean? And these ... "temporal theoretics?" What are they?'
The screen blinked, almost as though it were perplexed, which would perhaps be the most succinct explanation for the TARDIS' current emotional state. After a moment, the screen filled with jargon once more, though it scrolled slower. When it finished, the screen blinked again, as if to say Do you understand now?
The Eutermesan made an indelicate noise. 'That didn't explain anything at all,' he offered carefully. 'Like here,' he noted, pointing toward a particularly long and complicated formula involving far too many letters and not nearly enough numbers. 'What does that mean, exactly?'
She did not answer immediately, puzzling over his question. Then she removed the text from the screen, scrutinizing it for any fallacies or incorrect data. When it proved correct, she showed it again, even slower this time, and bold-faced the bits he was uncertain on. It was, after all, completely correct, and she could not understand his hang-up. What part of temporal physics was so hard to understand?
All of it, apparently, because the Eutermesan threw his hands in the air with a long-suffering sigh. 'You're as bad as the Doctor,' he cried.
'Bad about what?' asked the man himself, stepping into the console room, carrying a cup of tea and a first-edition copy of Huckleberry Finn.
'Explaining things,' C'rizz replied sourly, hunched down on the stool he'd pulled up to the console and waving a dismissive hand at the monitor, still cluttered with jargon. 'The TARDIS just keeps showing me the same things and I don't know what they mean.'
The Doctor made his way over for a look-see, examining the screen for what felt an eternity before making an 'aaah' sound. C'rizz looked at him expectantly.
'Can you tell me what it means?'
'You know,' the Doctor replied casually, taking a sip from his cup, 'I never knew that myself. Funny what you learn, isn't it?'
'But isn't this your ship? You should understand how it works, shouldn't you?'
The Doctor scoffed. 'The TARDIS is a highly advanced life form, you know. It takes centuries to even come close to understanding how the old girl works.'
'But haven't you been with it that long?'
'Your point?'
C'rizz stared. 'So you'll explain it all?'
'Oh, maybe later,' he answered, taking another sip and shrugging. 'Really, it's just terribly boring stuff.'
'But you said you didn't understand it either!'
'Well, I didn't. And now I do.' A pause. 'Tea?'
C'rizz just sighed and shook his head before turning and heading out of the room, grumbling something about never understanding Time Lords and this whole "time" business to begin with.
The Doctor frowned and turned to the TARDIS, absently petting her console. 'Honestly, that man's mood swings. I wonder what's gotten him all worked up?'
His ship mentally shrugged within their bond. She couldn't understand it, either.
Muse: The TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 516