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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[So last time Handy saw the TARDIS she gave him Star's keysmash (a.k.a. the animal from the planet Osudbogs that snuck onto the TARDIS in her last post.  Due to Handy's faiure at naming things, it's stuck with its planet of origin as a name).  Here he is now, sitting on the floor of the Plane and absently watching the animal skittering around as it examines its surroundings]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What are you hiding from me?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up, surprised]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You were skittish and avoidant. You're hiding something. What is it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What? When?

[keeps his gaze on the animal now]

I have no idea what you're even talking about.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[crouches down beside him]

We both know that's not true, Doctor.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[scoots himself away from the Master]

Sorry to disappoint, but there's nothing to tell.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[You may have noticed that Dorothy has been absent from the plane for like, a month.

You may also notice that she is casually strolling through the plane again when she comes upon Handy, and since she is nothing if not rabidly curious (and fond of Handy, but shh) she crouches down by him and peers at the little animal thing.]

Oh, I like it. What's it called?

[Nice to see you after an unexplained and prolonged absence too, Dorothy.

Oh, by the way, you may also ALSO notice that Dorothy's wearing a dress. Actually, an evening gown. All black silk and silver thread. And oh god is that MAKEUP??]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he looks up, smiling, then notices her outfit]

Oh, so that's where you've been all this time? I was starting to wonder. Parties and things, yeah?

[he missed Dorothy, too! but he'll instead focus on Star's keysmash]

I'm not really sure. The TARDIS brought it back. She wasn't exactly sure either, really. It's from Osudbogs, so I figured that would be as good a thing to call it as any.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy frowns, tugging at the hem of her gown, caught under her slightly-more-elaborate-than-usual silver shoe. You can almost see her thinking "Stupid dumb dress, hate you hate you hate you..."]

I don't wanna talk about it.

[Well THAT'S enigmatic! At any rate, she is more interested in the keysmash than on her prolonged torture-by-formal-event, offering it her fingers.]

Does it bite? ...Does it have teeth to bite with? Is it a boy or a girl... or um, neither, I guess?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that the creature she brought with her last time?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks at Arthur and smiles]

Yeah, although I'm still not entirely sure what exactly it is. The TARDIS didn't seem to have much of an idea either. Just that it wandered on board.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Are you keeping it? Certainly makes for a strange sort of pet.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins at her]

As bad as that, was it? See, that's what you get for disappearing for an entire month.

[leans forward watching Star's keysmash]

Not that I've seen. It does have teeth, but nothing too bad. Just your run of the mill type. I'm thinking he's a boy. At least that's what I've decided. It's sort of hard to tell with him, I think.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, it seems as good as any. Just because I'm not sure what to make of it doesn't mean I shouldn't want it, does it?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[This? This is Dorothy's :|-face. And boy howdy it is epic.]

Not like I had much choice in the matter. New Year's is New Year's, and Ozma is Ozma.

[As if that explains everything. Anyway, the keysmash is infinitely more interesting, in her mind. And cute and fluffy. And not trying to get her to dance with every official person or creature in Oz on two feet (or four), thus superior.]

You should give him a name.

[And she pets it, because d'awww. Who wouldn't.]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Not at all. Though I'm starting to wonder if she's in the habit of giving pets.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't even try to hide his grin, although it's still an affectionate sort]

Well, it sounds very harrowing.

[watches the keysmash]

Well, I thought Osudbogs, since that's where it's from. You don't think that's all right?

[makes a face at the keysmash as Dorothy pets]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know, it seems sorta like naming your dog "Dog". More of a description than a name, don't you think?

[She is awfully affectionate towards the little thing! It's because she can't give Handy a big ol' hug and say she missed him. She has to deflect her attentions elsewhere. Plus, it's CUTE.]

Oh, you tease now, but you don't know what Ozma's like at New Year's. Stressed to snapping, nearabouts, poor thing, and guess who gets to reap the rewards of it?

[Who's got two thumbs and hates being forced into formal attire and made to sit and listen to speeches and diplomatic bullcrap for hours and hours on end? THIS GUY.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I don't really remember it happening that frequently before. Maybe it's just an effect of being around this-

[pauses, rewinding Arthur's statement in his mind, his tone curious]

Has she given other pets, too?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Yes. I don't know about anyone else, but, well, she gave me a puppy.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[trying to hide any embarrassment] I thought it was all right. Why, what would you suggest?

[tries to find his way in to pet the keysmash, too, focusing on the keysmash and nothing else]

Oh, I'd hate it, I'd think. You're much better than I'd be I'm sure.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

A puppy? Really? Where is he? Or she, is it a she?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. It's something that's gotta happen... organically. Let him sorta pick his own, y'know?

[She backs off the petting a little to give Handy more room, focusing on more or less tickling the little thing with just a finger. Oh god she's even had her NAILS done. Presumably the only reason they're not short, chipped and broken as usual is due to threat of bodily harm from Ozma.]

You kidding me? It's torture, having to sit there and be so face-meltingly polite, and listen to all these pompous foreign dignitaries, and pretend to enjoy it. And then they shove me in a dress and make me dance.

I haven't climbed a tree in a month.

[SADFACE.]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

It's a he, actually. He's at home at the moment, but I could try and bring him.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you should! What sort is he?