Cheers, darlin'. [so very open]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Roy Mustang and YOU, of course.
Location: The Northern Lights.
Rating: G... I guess?
Time: Early evening (December 2) until the small hours of December 3~
Description: Mustang in a bar, with booze. You know you want it.

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[iwantmythief]

"A TARDIS," she corrected. Her voice briefly gained a mechanical hint to it as she clarified, "Time And Relative Dimension In Space." She blinked, and her voice once again became normal, "A type 40, actually. Mark I."

She took another sip, thinking for a moment. "It involved a lot of waiting. I was either travelling or waiting. It... it was a little sad, watching all that happens inside of you, but never able to have much impact on it. But I never really felt very sad about it until I was given a human heart. I never realized how much room humans have to feel. I could feel, even inside that big blue box, but I was always a little distant. I might love all the companions My Thief had, and I definitely love My Thief, but I could only ever see a part of their adventures usually," she smiled warmly, looking into the table as if she could see her memories playing out there. "Even the little I got to see used to make me so happy. So... So... Oh, I can't think of the word. But it was exhilarating, and that feeling was the whole reason I stole myself a Time Lord, because my old Time Lord upgraded and left me alone, and I just couldn't stand how boring it was any longer."

[thewarisover]

Roy listened intently, trying, once again, to imagine how things were for Sexy. he had heard a part of her story before, but it never ceased to fascinate him.

"How did you gain a human form in the first place?"

[iwantmythief]

It was definitely a unique situation she was in, and not the simplest to get used to, but she was learning to manage.

She sighed sadly, "It might sound odd, but there was a planet named House who wanted to eat me. He was a rather unique life-form, even to us, though he wouldn't be the first planet we have met. The trouble is, so long as I'm in my body, the TARDIS, I would be very, very difficult to kill. Difficult enough that it was easier to suck the soul out of some poor girl, then drag me out of the TARDIS and put me in her instead so that my consciousness could overload the body and I would essentially end up killing myself. I just explained to My Thief who I was when brew stole me away. Together I'm sure we could have gotten that whole mess sorted before it was too late."

[thewarisover]

He forgot about his drink midway through her explanation, intent, as he was, on listening.

"You must be worried about how things are going now."

[iwantmythief]

She squeezed her glass stem gently, "A little. So long as BREW brings me back to the same place, my Thief should be able to sense me, and we ought to have the means to do something my Thief always figures out something and manages the impossible. And there are other, albeit nastier, ways of time travel that I ought to even be able to manage on my own so long as I am brought back to my sisters graveyard."

Her voice was as clam as it always was, but her face expressed a good deal more concern than her words.

[thewarisover]

Roy noticed it, of course. He settled for patting her hand: a sympathetic gesture, non-intrusive.

"I guess that means that it'd be best to focus on the now and stay alive."

[iwantmythief]

Sexy smiled in return. She doubted he realized how much butter something small like a touch could make her feel, after not having the ability to feel in any way remotely like this.

She also wasn't used to feeling that sort of fuzzy wave-like feeling at the start of a buzz, and it was getting strong fast. She ignore the feeling for now though. She found this body liked to feel a lot of weird things, and that she didn't need to worry over every little one.

Instead she finished her drink and called for another, but she looked up at Roy in surprise and comprehension when he said 'alive'. She echoed, "Alive," tasting the word on her tongue. "That's the word I've been looking for for his feeling. Alive. Such a big, complex, sad word. So very sad," she repeated, but she was smiling.

[thewarisover]

"Words do tend to be incapable of doing justice to what they're attempting to describe."

Sexy honestly fascinated him. He had encountered many strange things in Death City, but this was definitely one of the stranger ones.

[iwantmythief]

Sexy snickered a bit in a warm-hearted sense. "No, they apparently do not. Almost as maddening as tenses, though I believe I have mostly gotten the handle on those." She spoke sternly, smiling, "I don't know how you lot get along with these words and tenses. And being so much bigger on the inside. It's a whole different sort of big. Big enough that it can hold 'alive' and so much more."

[thewarisover]

"To be quite honest, I don't think a lot of us really... well, think about it. Since we've always been the way we have."

Roy paused there, eyeing his companion.

"Would you like to try another drink?"

[iwantmythief]

She decided to give the simple answer first, "Sure, the last one was very interesting. Are there others like it?"

Her words started soming a bit more slowly as she had to focus a bit to get her mouth to work as she wanted it to. It did not, however, effect her eagerness in sharing her thoughts, "I think I understand. I am having trouble getting used to being human, being originally a TARDIS, but being a TARDIS is so natural to me that I have never given much tought to how I could manage seeing all times at once until I needed to cope with that in a human mind. It seems even more distant now that I can only see the present, but I do miss what was so normal to me a little bit.

"I still am enjoying the trade for this ability to taste and touch and to move and interact like any Time Lord- or rather Human." There was a tinge of sadness to her voice, but she was still smiling brightly and sincerely.

[thewarisover]

He noticed that, of course. Roy shook his head, looking rueful.

"...Or maybe I should just get you something non-alcoholic for the moment. Also, are you hungry?"

They could talk on serious stuff again after he saw to her health.

Wow... she apparently has a lot to say. :|b

[iwantmythief]

"Was that alcoholic then? That must be why Haru thought these places to be so much fun! It is an interesting feeling, if this is the feeling of alcohol. Human bodies do so many odd little things I was not entirely sure, I thought it was a bit like being tired." She laughed a bit at her own folly.

"I ate just before I left home, only an hour or so ago, so I have plenty of ene- I'm sorry, I mean I am not hungry. Sometimes the change of terms for those things can be even more confusing than the tenses." It was good that he was there to see to her health as it seemed that she was still stumbling through managing it.

"At the very least it seems that I am capable of monitoring my conditions a bit differntly than a human, and serious system failures and alerts are quite obvious, and I seem to communicate with my body a bit different than a full-human would. I don't know quite how to describe it. It is one of those things that is normal to me, but I've surmised from some books that human comprehension of their body is rather different."

Lolol.

[thewarisover]

"It is. We don't have as good of a bearing on our selves as we should, most of the time."

He ordered another drink for himself - coffee this time. A good break from all the booze.

[iwantmythief]

She asked for the same, having not yet tried it. "I will consider myself lucky then! Is what you were drinking alcoholic too? You do not seem very effected by it, but I do not know how very effected I seem."

[thewarisover]

"I've built up quite a tolerance for booze, to be honest."

And he was fond enough of the stuff, but not enough to lose himself in it.