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Clubbing, the TARDIS decided, was more fun than she'd thought it might be.
After her initial confusion and being assured that, no, she and Rose Tyler would not be beating marine mammals to death with heavy wooden sticks, the TARDIS had met the one-time companion of the Doctor's at her flat, momentarily surprised she could sustain her projections here in the other woman's reality. On further calculations, she supposed it made sense, as each 'reality' within this nexus point was, at its most basic form, an elaborate hologram in and of itself -- a virtual reality designed to mimic the real one, trapped outside the time-space anomaly. Why shouldn't her projections work here, as they did within the confines of her interior, where she'd made similar realities all those months prior, infected by Zagreus and the anti-time that had raged through her heart, burning and seering and driving her mad?
The TARDIS frowned and forced her thoughts from that particular vein. There were few things the machine regretted in her long life, but that period was one of them and Rose Tyler had invited her out to celebrate a victory within the divergent universe, not wallow in the reasons for her and the Doctor being there.
At any rate, her projections could exist outside the Astral Plane and she spent some time just experiencing all the sensatons Rose's reality had to offer, processing the sights and sounds of her London, storing away each moment in the infinite reserves of her databanks, filling the gaps in her knowledge that she'd adamantly deny having if ever asked.
Rose helped the TARDIS fix up her appearance, plaiting the Grey Lady's long, dark hair and applying some makeup to the TARDIS' face -- she was pleased to note it matched the nail polish she and the younger girl had painted on previously, during their last 'girls' night out.'
It was with a vague sense of wonder that the old time machine realised she was actually becoming socialised. She would have to talk to the Doctor about it later. And perhaps Sam Tyler, as well. If anything, the man would be glad to hear it and might possibly stop giving her lectures in Proper People Etiquette.
Visiting the club itself after Rose had finished getting prepared was the equivalent of a sensory overload and the TARDIS had to stop and stare, frozen in place, as she was inundated with the sights and sounds of the club; bright lights blazing, the music loud enough to cause her limbs to shake. She found herself clutching Rose's arm, if only for the sense of familiarity it gave in this vastly foreign place. The irony of it was not lost on her.
Both women received a handful of strange looks from the various humans inside the club, barely dressed youth with wild hair and whose skin sparkled and shone in the neon lights of the dance floor. At first, the TARDIS thought they were perhaps a new breed of human, or some alien race all together that she'd yet to encounter. The first woman she prodded to check hadn't taken kindly to it and Rose had to explain the people sparkled because they'd put glitter on their skin. She'd even demonstrated, pulling out a small tube of the stuff she carried in her bag and brushing some along the machine's cheeks and around her eyes, then doing the same for herself to demonstrate how it looked. The TARDIS refrained from touching anyone further. At least for that.
They spent the evening dancing to music the Grey Lady had never heard before, Rose teaching her all the various steps, twirling and spinning and using her hips in the most provocative ways that rather reminded the TARDIS of some of the Doctor's more ... interesting moments with companions. The girl continued doing such moves -- quite joyfully, one might add, and enthusiastically -- when a group of males came over to join them. It took several minutes of coercing before Rose was able to get the TARDIS to so much as stand near one of them, at which point the machine's complete and utter lack of social skills kicked in and she began prodding his various piercings and inquiring why he'd want to impale his face with studs.
Eventually, they made their way off to the bar, Rose sweating from exertion, the TARDIS not quite so much, seeing as she didn't have sweat glands, but she didn't want to feel left out and so at least gave herself the appearance of a glisten. Miss Tyler ordered a round of drinks for the two of them, sliding the TARDIS a marguarita that the machine found rather distasteful and Rose had to finish for her. The pina colada was significantly better and the mudslide even moreso, enough so that she requested several more, which the young men who had gathered around the two were more than willing to purchase for her. Which was good, she supposed, as the TARDIS had no money and had only the vaguest idea of how it was actually used. She could list off every type of currency in the known galaxies and then some, even give conversion rates depending on which millenia one was visiting that particular planet (and adjust for inflation!), but she hadn't the foggiest how people actually used the stuff, as the Doctor never carried any on him and she was limited to whatever information he was able -- or willing -- to give her.
About a half-dozen drinks later and with a slightly tipsy feeling, the TARDIS realised she hadn't turned her air filtration systems back on after switching them off when her various dance partners had complained about how cold she was. She vaguely considered how that might be bad, double-checked her systems to make sure she'd not overheat any time soon, and promptly stopped thinking about it and went back to enjoying another drink with Rose, who was also a bit tipsy but not nearly so much as the TARDIS, and who was currently regaling her with stories of her adventures with the Doctor. Which, really, sounded much different than the times he told them.
Rose laughed. "Oh, it was brilliant!" she said, leaning in conspiratorially, sipping a marguarita and giving the TARDIS a wink. "He stood there with the most buggered look on his face, like he totally didn't expect me to be happy to see Mickey! He does that a lot, you know. Just stands there, staring, like the universe is gonna stop 'cause something happens he didn't think would. I love it."
The TARDIS nodded, finishing her own drink. "When he was still a child, he used to fall asleep playing hide-and-seek in my corridors. He'd wake with a start some hours later and not be able to find his way back to the console room. One day, he decided to leave himself a trail, thinking how brilliant it would be that he could find his way back out after he inevitably fell asleep. The look on his face when he was found was certainly memorable."
Her companion snickered into her drink. "He's a piece of work, yeah? Oh, and then this one time...!"
They spent a very long time swapping Doctor stories after that, the TARDIS growing more and more flushed and tipsy, Rose having way too much fun watching the machine get completely and utterly pissed. They eventually found their way back out to the dance floor, Rose teaching the other a couple more dances and all around having a wonderful time, snogging random blokes who happened to dance with them (in her defense, Rose did it first, and the TARDIS, not knowing any better, thought it was Proper Clubbing Procedure to snog your dance partner(s), so she simply followed suit). As the night wound to a close, the TARDIS found herself dancing with Rose, whether through some fluke of fate or because she'd grabbed the girl and just couldn't remember -- and she found she had trouble remembering quite a lot, her systems bogged down and sluggish -- but at any rate, the girl was both the machine's friend and dance partner and so, without any preamble, she leaned in and gave Rose a kiss.
The fact Rose kissed back hardly seemed strange and was, quite frankly, a rather pleasant ending to the evening.
Muse: The TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Featuring: Rose Tyler (dameluckypants)
Word Count: 1,382
Verse: realityshifted
After her initial confusion and being assured that, no, she and Rose Tyler would not be beating marine mammals to death with heavy wooden sticks, the TARDIS had met the one-time companion of the Doctor's at her flat, momentarily surprised she could sustain her projections here in the other woman's reality. On further calculations, she supposed it made sense, as each 'reality' within this nexus point was, at its most basic form, an elaborate hologram in and of itself -- a virtual reality designed to mimic the real one, trapped outside the time-space anomaly. Why shouldn't her projections work here, as they did within the confines of her interior, where she'd made similar realities all those months prior, infected by Zagreus and the anti-time that had raged through her heart, burning and seering and driving her mad?
The TARDIS frowned and forced her thoughts from that particular vein. There were few things the machine regretted in her long life, but that period was one of them and Rose Tyler had invited her out to celebrate a victory within the divergent universe, not wallow in the reasons for her and the Doctor being there.
At any rate, her projections could exist outside the Astral Plane and she spent some time just experiencing all the sensatons Rose's reality had to offer, processing the sights and sounds of her London, storing away each moment in the infinite reserves of her databanks, filling the gaps in her knowledge that she'd adamantly deny having if ever asked.
Rose helped the TARDIS fix up her appearance, plaiting the Grey Lady's long, dark hair and applying some makeup to the TARDIS' face -- she was pleased to note it matched the nail polish she and the younger girl had painted on previously, during their last 'girls' night out.'
It was with a vague sense of wonder that the old time machine realised she was actually becoming socialised. She would have to talk to the Doctor about it later. And perhaps Sam Tyler, as well. If anything, the man would be glad to hear it and might possibly stop giving her lectures in Proper People Etiquette.
Visiting the club itself after Rose had finished getting prepared was the equivalent of a sensory overload and the TARDIS had to stop and stare, frozen in place, as she was inundated with the sights and sounds of the club; bright lights blazing, the music loud enough to cause her limbs to shake. She found herself clutching Rose's arm, if only for the sense of familiarity it gave in this vastly foreign place. The irony of it was not lost on her.
Both women received a handful of strange looks from the various humans inside the club, barely dressed youth with wild hair and whose skin sparkled and shone in the neon lights of the dance floor. At first, the TARDIS thought they were perhaps a new breed of human, or some alien race all together that she'd yet to encounter. The first woman she prodded to check hadn't taken kindly to it and Rose had to explain the people sparkled because they'd put glitter on their skin. She'd even demonstrated, pulling out a small tube of the stuff she carried in her bag and brushing some along the machine's cheeks and around her eyes, then doing the same for herself to demonstrate how it looked. The TARDIS refrained from touching anyone further. At least for that.
They spent the evening dancing to music the Grey Lady had never heard before, Rose teaching her all the various steps, twirling and spinning and using her hips in the most provocative ways that rather reminded the TARDIS of some of the Doctor's more ... interesting moments with companions. The girl continued doing such moves -- quite joyfully, one might add, and enthusiastically -- when a group of males came over to join them. It took several minutes of coercing before Rose was able to get the TARDIS to so much as stand near one of them, at which point the machine's complete and utter lack of social skills kicked in and she began prodding his various piercings and inquiring why he'd want to impale his face with studs.
Eventually, they made their way off to the bar, Rose sweating from exertion, the TARDIS not quite so much, seeing as she didn't have sweat glands, but she didn't want to feel left out and so at least gave herself the appearance of a glisten. Miss Tyler ordered a round of drinks for the two of them, sliding the TARDIS a marguarita that the machine found rather distasteful and Rose had to finish for her. The pina colada was significantly better and the mudslide even moreso, enough so that she requested several more, which the young men who had gathered around the two were more than willing to purchase for her. Which was good, she supposed, as the TARDIS had no money and had only the vaguest idea of how it was actually used. She could list off every type of currency in the known galaxies and then some, even give conversion rates depending on which millenia one was visiting that particular planet (and adjust for inflation!), but she hadn't the foggiest how people actually used the stuff, as the Doctor never carried any on him and she was limited to whatever information he was able -- or willing -- to give her.
About a half-dozen drinks later and with a slightly tipsy feeling, the TARDIS realised she hadn't turned her air filtration systems back on after switching them off when her various dance partners had complained about how cold she was. She vaguely considered how that might be bad, double-checked her systems to make sure she'd not overheat any time soon, and promptly stopped thinking about it and went back to enjoying another drink with Rose, who was also a bit tipsy but not nearly so much as the TARDIS, and who was currently regaling her with stories of her adventures with the Doctor. Which, really, sounded much different than the times he told them.
Rose laughed. "Oh, it was brilliant!" she said, leaning in conspiratorially, sipping a marguarita and giving the TARDIS a wink. "He stood there with the most buggered look on his face, like he totally didn't expect me to be happy to see Mickey! He does that a lot, you know. Just stands there, staring, like the universe is gonna stop 'cause something happens he didn't think would. I love it."
The TARDIS nodded, finishing her own drink. "When he was still a child, he used to fall asleep playing hide-and-seek in my corridors. He'd wake with a start some hours later and not be able to find his way back to the console room. One day, he decided to leave himself a trail, thinking how brilliant it would be that he could find his way back out after he inevitably fell asleep. The look on his face when he was found was certainly memorable."
Her companion snickered into her drink. "He's a piece of work, yeah? Oh, and then this one time...!"
They spent a very long time swapping Doctor stories after that, the TARDIS growing more and more flushed and tipsy, Rose having way too much fun watching the machine get completely and utterly pissed. They eventually found their way back out to the dance floor, Rose teaching the other a couple more dances and all around having a wonderful time, snogging random blokes who happened to dance with them (in her defense, Rose did it first, and the TARDIS, not knowing any better, thought it was Proper Clubbing Procedure to snog your dance partner(s), so she simply followed suit). As the night wound to a close, the TARDIS found herself dancing with Rose, whether through some fluke of fate or because she'd grabbed the girl and just couldn't remember -- and she found she had trouble remembering quite a lot, her systems bogged down and sluggish -- but at any rate, the girl was both the machine's friend and dance partner and so, without any preamble, she leaned in and gave Rose a kiss.
The fact Rose kissed back hardly seemed strange and was, quite frankly, a rather pleasant ending to the evening.
Muse: The TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Featuring: Rose Tyler (dameluckypants)
Word Count: 1,382
Verse: realityshifted