3rd Vwop Vwop
[Action, 1338 Benny Road, morning]
[Sexy is on edge this morning. The TARDIS is gone again and the news report about those who've 'sacrificed' themselves aren't doing her any good at the moment, so don't be surprised if she's a little short with her family.
But at least she managed to make unburnt toast for breakfast before her box disappeared.]
[Phone, afternoon]
This is directed at those who run this sham of a town, so I'll keep it short.
I'm very old. I'm the last of my kind. I've traveled to the ends of the universe, to other universes, I have seen across all space and time. I've survived a war, I've seen great kindnesses and great cruelties in nearly every species imaginable and some that cannot even be fathomed.
And until now I've never been able to do anything about it. I could only bring the necessary people, or rather necessary Time Lord and strays, to where they were needed at the proper time. Not anymore.
I can deal with the apocalyptic world. I've seen more than my share of them. I can handle the cold and not being able to go back to my box. I can even handle my box periodically disappearing. But when you take my Doctor and one of my strays and try to replace them, I get angry.
[Her tone is suddenly icy.]
I will say this once and only once: give me back my thief and my stray or I swear I will make you pay in ways you cannot even fathom.
[Sexy is on edge this morning. The TARDIS is gone again and the news report about those who've 'sacrificed' themselves aren't doing her any good at the moment, so don't be surprised if she's a little short with her family.
But at least she managed to make unburnt toast for breakfast before her box disappeared.]
[Phone, afternoon]
This is directed at those who run this sham of a town, so I'll keep it short.
I'm very old. I'm the last of my kind. I've traveled to the ends of the universe, to other universes, I have seen across all space and time. I've survived a war, I've seen great kindnesses and great cruelties in nearly every species imaginable and some that cannot even be fathomed.
And until now I've never been able to do anything about it. I could only bring the necessary people, or rather necessary Time Lord and strays, to where they were needed at the proper time. Not anymore.
I can deal with the apocalyptic world. I've seen more than my share of them. I can handle the cold and not being able to go back to my box. I can even handle my box periodically disappearing. But when you take my Doctor and one of my strays and try to replace them, I get angry.
[Her tone is suddenly icy.]
I will say this once and only once: give me back my thief and my stray or I swear I will make you pay in ways you cannot even fathom.