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The TARDIS is humming along brilliantly, and Ace is kicking back, perched on the edge of the control console while she waits for the end of their trip.
A bit of warm Italian sun will be brilliant. Plus? Gelato. Win! -
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Ace is, in a phrase, Not Best Pleased. It's not that she's unfamiliar with mental constructs as computing devices - her universe (this universe, this post-war universe she probably will never visit again except by proxy) is full of them. Cybermen, the Matrix on Gallifrey, that freakishly disturbing... person, on the Gamestation... This is not a ( Read more... ) -
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Ace is humming happily in her TARDIS' control room, a mug of cocoa steaming on a flat bit of paneling, as she decides where they're off to next. Sure, it's fantastic traveling around with her husband.
But sometimes?
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Ace groans.
That... landing... did not go well.
On the grand scale of landings, it's somewhere near 'Hindenburg', right behind 'Admiral Kirk blows up his own damn ship'.
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A door opens into the cool Yorkshire evening.
Now, Yorkshire has seen it's share of scary lately - how many other shires have two werewolves living there full-time?
But this is something different.
This is a Cheetah who is pissed enough to not care about losing it anymore.
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The last scrimmage... didn't go well ( Read more... ) -
Milliways 42 - Kitchen
Growing up, Ace didn't have much in the way of memories surrounding the kitchen ( Read more... ) -
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Ace is learning, the hard way, that not only are manual materializations a bitch and a half to run, doing multiples thereof in a short span of time is proving somewhat impossible.
It shouldn't be. She can prove it on paper.
It's bloody frustrating. She and Skrith have been over and over it, arguing, ripping the theory apart and putting it ( Read more... ) -
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Ace hums as she works, off-key as always, but that's alright. There's no one here to be tortured by it. Even Magic is at the farm just now, since this is only a quick jaunt to straighten out a few bugs with the temporal brake. Now she knows why the Doctor was always rooting around in the innards of his TARDIS - the amount of upkeep these ( Read more... ) -
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Ace is nothing if not persistant. And Christmas really is her very favorite holiday (even if she can't quite get behind the religion of it all).
Thus?
She's going to make another attempt at sharing her fondness of the Christmas season.
We're so sorry, Lissar.