All I Want For Christmas... - open to im_dead_ur_mad

[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS shudders and groans disapprovingly as she rushes through the time vortex. This isn't the smooth trip she had planned when the Doctor, exhausted from an adventure gone too wrong for comfort, had set her to roam freely in the vortex so he could take one of his infrequent but deep slumbers. She'd found herself a nice calm current to float

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[im_dead_ur_mad]

This in mind, the console receives one final pat before he checks his pockets and sets out for this strange wonderland

[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS, being of a very clever and very complex mind, goes through several reactions in hardly more than a few seconds. First, alarm at the sudden change in conditions - and they had changed rather drastically, as both her sensors and her eyes inform her that she is now engulfed in a force field with hills and vegetation that were definitely not there when she'd arrived - and at the unexpected appearance of a younger Doctor.

Second, in quick pursuit of a reason for this disconcerting turn of events, the detection of a rudimentary intelligence, a semi-sentience that had also not been there before (or rather, not discernible), now focused on her and attempting to reach out to her in an almost playful manner.

Third, to the TARDIS' great relief, the understanding that the sentience is friendly, child-like even, and haboring nothing but an eagerness to please; followed by the equally comforting realization that this isn't quite her own timeline, which means interaction with the Doctor in the distance should pose no threat of

[im_dead_ur_mad]

Step. Stop. Double take.

"...Nyssa?"

That puts him at a loss for just a moment, before he gives the area a furtive glance. Did this... thing just up and pluck him out of some other sequence? How? And why? No. No, wait, it couldn't have. She knows who he is, and he doesn't remember running into himself with Nyssa in tow, not with this face. And Nyssa had never been terribly fond of such a prim state of dress, once she'd learned she didn't have to keep being the princess.

You clever thing, he thinks at the force field, still wondering how it managed to pluck up bits from a memory he hadn't even addressed. He really ought to be righteously angry, or even exceedingly suspicious, but... if he takes anything from it, there's a distinct lack of hostile intent--rather a distaste for the concept of hostility, it seems. But to invade his memories like that simply won't do. All right, I'll play along with this one, but stay out of here. There are boundaries you'd do best not to cross.Even as he sets his terms, he's stepping

[theoldgirl]

Aaaand she has him hooked, as humans would say. Most incarnations sense who she really is sooner rather than later, but that doesn't stop her from having a little fun in the meantime. Though she isn't very good at lying, foreign a concept as it is to a being who enters minds as a matter of fact, so she focuses on the least incriminating of his questions and responds with the smallest of smirks