[RP for brigadiertardis]: Let my love throw a spark, and have a little faith in me.

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Things had seemed pleasantly quiet recently, which the Doctor decided to take full advantage of as expeditiously as possible. The trouble was, he wasn't at all certain how to best make use of the time. The only thing he did know for certain was that he wanted to treat his TARDIS to something he thought she might enjoy, something a bit out of the

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[brigadiertardis]

The Doctor's exuberance most certainly did not go unnoticed, though the reasoning behind his excitement was lost on the TARDIS as she accepted the coordinates with a curious hum. She assumed, as she was wont to do, that his sudden agitation and need to explore were the result of some event or another occuring on his favourite planet, or perhaps a remembered companion he hadn't visited in some while. He was prone to fits of nostalgia when little was going on; it would not surprise her to appear somewhere during Earth's mid-20th Century to pop in unexpectedly on a handful of his favourite humans.

Still, curiosity got the best of her, as it often did, as she examined the coordinates. And what will make this one any different than the others? she queried. Has something unexpected occurred?

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Nothing at all has occurred yet, that's precisely the point, the Doctor's smile hadn't diminished whatsoever as he answered her. Something will occur, but we have to get there first. In order to engender a wonderful event, I sometimes have to help things along a bit, as you know.

He was more than happy to remain as mysterious as possible for as long as possible. At last, his hands came up from her console, coming together gleefully as he clapped them once in satisfaction.

This trip is entirely for you, TARDIS, he finally admitted, his exuberant grin mellowing into a softer, warmer smile.

[brigadiertardis]

For me? she asked, mentally probing at him, trying to uncover what secrets she could as they travelled to the coordinates he'd imputed. I do not understand. What will occur? How will this be any different than the hundreds of thousands of places we've visited together in the past?

A part of her knew asking the questions was all but moot, as the Doctor was not one to give up his secrets easily, especially in this incarnation, but another part of her, the part that was curious as he, could not help but question and wonder and ponder on how he might make this trip any different than the last. Or how he would, in fact, make it for her. Did he intend on upgrading her, perhaps? Perhaps a repair shop?

The idea had certainly crossed both their minds and it seemed a logical enough choice, so she made no secret of her own desires in regards to repairs.

I do not want the chameleon circuit fixed, she told him, expecting him to understand. All else is eligible for work, but not that.

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The Doctor almost laughed at that, but drew upon all of his strength to prevent any sound of amusement from escaping his mouth; he was adamant about keeping this a surprise until the very last moment, after all. Heading towards her doors in preparation for their impending landing, the Doctor reached for his umbrella, swinging it nonchalantly on his arm.

Not to worry, I've already thought of that. We'll be there shortly, and all will be well. In fact, it will be superb, if I do say so myself.

[brigadiertardis]

His words and actions continued to confuse her, even as she materialised at their destination, the TARDIS settling in with a low, wheezing groan, her engines powering down, humming softly in the background as she considered her Doctor uncertainly. He seemed particularly eager to leaver her this time; how could whatever he was planning be for her, when he so obviously wanted to leave?

Will you tell me now what you have planned? she asked, a note of that same uncertainty clouding her thoughts and the words she spoke, the feelings that passed between them. It might even have been called sadness. How long will you be gone, so I can properly adjust to the wait?

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Though he was standing by her doors, the typical indication that he was eager to explore, the Doctor remained where he was. He planted the tip of his umbrella down to steady himself, leaning on it lightly. The grin that now appeared was slightly smug, but more than anything, full of fondness.

You don't have to worry about that this time, TARDIS. You're coming with me. I told you this was for you, didn't I? I'm certainly not about to leave you behind. I want to take you with me, show you around, let you enjoy the sights as you never have before.

[brigadiertardis]

That ... was unexpected, and the shock that went through her system should have indicated as much. With you? But I...

While it was true she'd since learned to leave herself, it was never done with much frequency, and even then, she never strayed far, wary and, to an extent, frightened of the world beyond her interior. She had so long lived within herself that the worlds and places to which she took the Doctor were somewhat terrifying. The thought of leaving herself to immerse herself in them as uncomfortable, even as she longed to explore and learn as her Doctor learned.

It was with this sense of trepidation and eagerness she appeared to him, separating herself from the shadows lining the niches of her console room, ephemeral at first as she focused on solidifying the projection, aligning its properties with her own.

Is this truly what you want? To go with me?

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The Doctor's smile grew surprised, though the fondness remained apparent as she projected herself to him. He leaned away from his umbrella and reached out to take her hand. Truth be told, he didn't know much about this world, other than a few superficial characteristics, and he was not only eager to explore, but to learn with her. They did that all the time, of course, but this was a far different experience; to be able to take this form along with him, one made of flesh and bone, was something to be treasured.

His hand tightened around hers, squeezing softly.

I want it more than I can say, he brushed a finger down her cheek. Is this what you want?

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She shivered at the touch, tilting her head into his hand and nuzzling affectionately. I always want to be with you, she murmured, lifting her free hand to cup the back of his. I am simply unused to such things as this. It ... frightens me.

The admission was not made without some difficulty, but if there was one person to whom she was completely -- well, almost completely -- honest, it was the Doctor, and she saw no reason to shield him from this truth. For all her long years and extensive experience, the ways of those with flesh were foreign to her, and she had to admit her own naivete and shortcomings when it came to the workings of men.

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There's nothing at all to be frightened of, the Doctor assured her, though his voice was soft and free of anything that might've sounded like an admonition. Instead, he was understanding, patient, keeping his fingers twined with hers.

This will be a unique excursion, for both of us. For you, obviously, but for me as well. I do intend to make this quite extra-ordinary. A date, of sorts, you might say.

He almost chuckled as he said it, but there was no secret left now, and he saw no reason to maintain anymore mystery about his intentions.

[brigadiertardis]

The TARDIS tilted her head inquisitively. Date? she asked. What does an arbitrary frame of time have to do with me accompanying you?

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The Doctor's hand remained on hers, but his expression changed to one that was a mixture of slight bemusement. Then he realized just how literally she had taken it. A date is a term humans like to use for an outing of a more...romantic nature.

[brigadiertardis]

And that is what you intend this to be?

Limited though it was, the TARDIS did have some knowledge on romance, courtship and the like. It was all technical, precise: mating habits, gestation periods, courting rituals, language. She had never bothered to catalogue the various slang terms, nor had she cared to invest in any extensive understanding of the emotional aspects such mundane affairs afforded. What did she care for the reproductive habits of lesser species?

And yet, the idea that the Doctor had any real desire to enact these habits with her was equal parts charming, bewildering and wanted. He belonged to her, after all. It was only natural he expend his energies on her.

Hand in his, the TARDIS smiled, tracing the line of his jaw with her free hand. I should like to have such an experience with you, Doctor.

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At the sight of her smile, the Doctor at last relaxed; the tension in him had been minute, and inconspicuous, but he had felt some mild degree of anxiety about whether or not his TARDIS would be amenable to this particular type of outing. At her confirmation, however, he realized the folly in thinking that; she always wanted to be with him, and he with her.

I’m very glad to hear it, the Doctor responded, brushing at her hair gently before leading her gently outside. I can’t think what we should do first. Would you like to sample the culinary delights of a foreign world? Or perhaps a leisurely stroll through the village?

[brigadiertardis]

The moment they stepped outside, the TARDIS stiffened reflexively, flinching minutely at the feel of the wind on her face. She'd set her sensors to be far too sensitive and the breeze chilled and bit against her flesh. She shivered as she adjusted them, clinging to the Doctor's arm and pressing her cheek to his chest -- which, quite frankly, made for difficult and uncomfortable walking conditions.

The TARDIS straightened, pouting, and clasped his hand in hers; at least she'd recalibrated her sensory systems and what should have been a pleasant breeze was just that.

I do not have hunger, she said then, surveying the world outside her exterior with a childlike innocence, logging everything she saw in her databanks. I want to see things, Doctor. Like that.She pointed toward what appeared to be a vegetable stand, though it was so finely crafted and decorated as to seem much more grandiose than that. Without waiting for his reply, she began dragging him after, intent on investigating, the final twinges of doubt and insecurity at being

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Allowing himself to be led easily, the Doctor divided his gaze between the vendors, the people, and his apparently ebullient TARDIS. Though her exterior didn’t betray the sort of rampant enthusiasm he so often saw from his human companions, he could feel her humming with pleasure, with the excitement that came from a new experience.

How does it feel, to be outside in this form? What do you feel? What sensations do you find pleasant so far? His insatiable curiosity meant he wanted to know everything she experienced while she was experiencing it.