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[brigadiertardis]

To whomever has the blessed Charlotte in their reality:

Please feel free to keep her. I much prefer the gentleman who has replaced her here on this world. He finds me fascinating and desires nothing more than to learn about me and dote on me. As such, I would rather keep him than have Miss Pollard back. The Doctor will agree in time, I'm sure.

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[chansondelamort]

Isn't that called stealing?

[brigadiertardis]

Is it any business of yours?

[chansondelamort]

Actually, yes. That sounds like something Amshel would do.

[brigadiertardis]

[you know, she just finished promising the Doctor she'd not fight with you. see how that doesn't last] I am nothing like that man.

[chansondelamort]

I didn't mean you~ Amshel can say such flattering things and be incredibly caring if it'll make him more comfortable.

And you said I was played by my superiors~

[brigadiertardis]

[her hatred, let me show you it] I can tell the difference between honesty and false flattery. I somehow doubt your Amshel has any true understanding of science, anyhow.

I am not being played.

[chansondelamort]

You can think what you want about Amshel's intelligence. That doesn't matter to me. But he's smarter than you think~

{giggles} Actually, It'd be a lot of fun if you had my Amshel.

[brigadiertardis]

He can be as smart as he wants, he still cannot surpass my intelligence.

[frowns] Why do you say that?

[chansondelamort]

Yet you seem so fond of this one who can say such nice things~

{Smiles} I wonder~

[brigadiertardis]

It isn't that he says 'nice things.' He is genuinely enthralled by me and has spent the past several hours running computations and discussing subjects such as thermal dynamics with me. Well ... in what way he can.

[narrows her eyes] Do not play games with me.

[chansondelamort]

{Just giggles; That doesn't sound like her Amshel, but it's fun to make the TARDIS think that it is}

Me? Why, I'm not playing a game at all. If I wanted to play a game with you, then we could play that one game again! Ah, I don't know if I could take you home, but...

[brigadiertardis]

[she can't help the involuntary shudder that runs through her at the idea of continuing their last 'game' by tries to mask it as best she can] I see you've taken nothing from the Doctor's discussion with you?

[chansondelamort]

{Smirks, but doesn't comment on the shudder} Why, that's not true! I know not to call you a ship, rubbish, garbage, trash, compare you to the Master, call you it, a vessel of transport, things like that. Doctor said that he would talk with you.

You're the one at fault here.

[brigadiertardis]

I am not at fault! You approached me! I have done nothing wrong!

[chansondelamort]

Because stealing is wrong, you know. My, my, even a vampire knows this and the poor mach---TARDIS does not. {And a falsely dazzling smile to taunt the TARDIS goes with the purposeful slip}

[brigadiertardis]

[oubgosbosg] I am not stealing! I requested, that is all! [she caught that 'slip' and is mighty, mighty upset] I see you are just as childish and foolish as ever.