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[a large, blue police box appears on the Plane, surrounded by piles of broken and burned debris, the remnants of what appears to have been part of a city square. snow is piled against the sides of the box -- soft and impossibly white, created through atmospheric excitation. copious amounts of rain water drip down the sides of the box, which looks to have been in the center of a rather terrifying and unnatural type of weather disaster.

the box itself exudes anger and pain and sorrow, a low, jarring hum vibrating the air around it. it just LOOKS gloomy.

it might be a good idea for any and all Doctors (except Eight, Eight's okay) to keep a wide berth, because this particular police box is having a rather bad time of it. approach with care]

[ooc; Again, tags back will be slow, as I am at work, but I really wanted to post this, so]

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[._.] Um. Hello? Are you... okay?

{Smiling~ It's been far too long! But she won't go right into the vicious bitching because she's at least learning that with the anger, pair, sorrow, etc. leaking out of the TARDIS, that it wouldn't be smart}

Ne, did you have a bad day?

{This is my way of saying that I love you Star, remember?} Ah...what's wrong Miss TARDIS? You've brought an interesting array of weather with you today.

What... The TARDIS...? [Someone's a bit worried over here. ):]

[Jack hesitates for a moment before finally approaching. He doesn't say anything yet, but he's almost close enough that if he reaches out, he would be able to barely touch her]

Edited 2008-11-05 05:48 (UTC)

[The Doctor will have appeared after everyone else has come to see the TARDIS. He doesn't really know what to say to her. What can you say after a fight like that? But he can't ignore her like this. He loves her, after all. His TARDIS or no, she's still the TARDIS.

So he walks close, though not too close, and stays silent. He gives her a solemn look and finally comes close enough to touch her side.]

I'm sorry.

[does not respond at first, those negative emotions still emanating from her, a heavy, forboding pressure weighing down the air. if a box can look away from someone, that's exactly what it's doing]

[does not answer, sitting silent, air oppressive]

[It may not be a verbal response but he can feel that she is ignoring him. He expected nothing less. She told him she wouldn't acknowledge him until he gave up the bond with the Master.

That doesn't mean he won't try.

The Doctor sits down in the snow and rain. He rests against the wet wood.]

Will you listen to me if I explain?

[Shivers a little, but comes forward anyway, laying a tentative hand on the TARDIS's side and flinching slightly, ready to jump back if... something? she's not sure what, happens.]

[hums a little softer, not quite as angry, though there is wariness and pain there, still, a lingering doubt. fear. so very much fear for what he might say. but she will listen, at least, that much is apparent]

[shudders at her touch and hums low, angrily, but makes no move to harm her]

[have some super heated electrified air of ANGAR Diva~ :D]

[awww, I love you, too! but the TARDIS does not love Dietrich and the sudden lightning sparking from behind her doors makes that terribly obvious]

[hums low in your general direction, not interested in your crazy Time Desert ways, Ryotarou, sorry :|]

[she can feel you, Jack, but she's so incredibly angry at Ten right now that she'll suffer your presence. for now]

[He's torn between coming closer because of his worry and wanting to get away simply because he knows what it's like for her when he's around. So he simply stays where he is, hands in his pockets, seemingly oblivious to the snow gathering in his hair and the rain slowly wetting his clothes]

Edited 2008-11-05 06:34 (UTC)

[ She moves a little closer and rests her cheek against the wood.] I'm sorry. For whatever is making you sad. Everyone is sad here, lately.

[He frowns at the humming, then takes a small step back.]

I'm sorry... Whatever happened... [he trails off, not sure if it's safe to make any assumptions, 'cause this doesn't look like a very good situation at all]

I don't really... [he frowns and rubs his neck slowly] I don't really know how to explain this. I don't even know why we did it, really. Well, no, I suppose I sort of do. [runs the hand up through his hair] We want...to be able to coexist together. More than just coexist. We want to make it work. Us, I mean. We want...I know it's hard to understand but we do want to get along together. Just in our way. So that's why we bonded.

[a long pause before he continues] Things change. I'm tired of fighting with him. He's different but he's still my friend. I can't choose between you two. My first and best friend and my home? That's not fair to me either.

[the area around her turns colder, heavier, the snow icing over as more water drips down her sides and she all but growls at him, engines running low and loud and dark in displeasure. more so that he would hide it, that he didn't think he could tell her, that he didn't trust her than anger at the actual act, though she is unhappy with that, as well.

her engines still after a moment, however, the excited air calming and, after a long time, there is a quiet creak as her doors open, ever so faintly, the tiniest bit of light flooding out across the snow]

[peeks around the corner to her doors, looking at the light]

I know. I know, I really do. I just...I was afraid of telling you. I didn't think you'd take it well. I'm sorry.

Do you understand?

Ara, ara~ So angry~!

{Teasingly} Who dumped you today?

Oh, you're still angry at me? I see...

But you're angrier at something else, correct?

[rumbles again, still very, very angry and not interested in some little mortal's pity, but the air does warm the tiniest bit around Henrietta]

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