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[brigadiertardis]

[it's been some time since the TARDIS was last on the Plane, but here she is, with what looks like a segment from a very large wardrobe. not her own, of course, but some of Romana's old things from her room. there are several hat boxes and chests scattered around her and the TARDIS is currently standing in front of a full-length mirror, trying on a

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[chansondelamort]

{Sigh, Diva has to play nice now. But still, those are cute hats!!}

The red one looks the nicest.

[brigadiertardis]

[sigh, the TARDIS is being equally civil]

And why is that?

[chansondelamort]

It just looks nice. I couldn't really tell you why.

[brigadiertardis]

[frowns, because she doesn't want to agree with her, and so simply tosses the hat Diva's way] Then you are welcome to it. I have no need of such things.

[chansondelamort]

{She catches it delicately, surprised}

Red's not really my color, though. It's yours anyways

[brigadiertardis]

[the TARDIS considers it garbage, so have at it]

It belonged to the Madame President. I have no use for it.

[chansondelamort]

{HA YOU BITCH}

Madame President? Who is that?

[brigadiertardis]

[AT LEAST SHE'S BEING CIVIL?]

Romanadvoratrelundar.

[chansondelamort]

{Both of them. I am impressed.}

...I would have remembered a name like that. I guess I've never met them.

[brigadiertardis]

[I am amazed it's gone this long, honestly]

She has been here a handful of times in the past. The version who appears is slight and blonde and almost as detestable as you.

[chansondelamort]

{It won't last much longer}

...Detestable!? I'm hardly detestable!

[brigadiertardis]

[of course it won't, it's them]

You are to me, just as she is.

[chansondelamort]

{Even when they're trying to be nice, it fails

Crosses her arms sourly}

Hmph, then you're the only one. I'm hardly so to anyone else.

[brigadiertardis]

[I think it's in their genes or something

and the TARDIS simply shrugs]

I do not care what you are to others, save my Doctor. It does not change how I feel toward you.

[chansondelamort]

{TARDISes and vampires. The new genetic rivalry.

And Diva considers that before she smiles slightly}

How you feel? I wonder about that.

[brigadiertardis]

[someone should make a musical out of it.

the TARDIS narrows her eyes]

And what do you mean by that?