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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[there is a mopey, mopey TARDIS on the Plane. why, might you ask? and no, it isn't Diva's fault this time. well it's simple! she got in a fight with Charlotte and the Doctor didn't defend her properly (in her opinion -- ie: kick Charley out), and so she is now hanging out on Kisha!Ten's beach, writing random Gallifreyan symbols in the sand, burying her feet beneath the grains and overall looking like a pouty little child.

awww, mopey TARDIS. socute]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[beaches are stupid, but they are worth it for the TARDIS. And awwww, she is sooooo cute. So he'll just sit down beside her and look at the symbols she is drawing in the sand and draw things in the sand as well]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[beaches ARE stupid. and so emo. but awww, hi Handy! the TARDIS will give you a brief look, then smile and watch what you're writing because she's curious]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he was only doing swirls and things in the sand, and then he notices her watching him, so he starts making a police box to the best of his ability, which is probably a bit crude looking, seeing he's working with sand and hands]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[the symbols are familiar in their own way, and remind her of times long past. Not as far as the TARDIS must reach, of course. But something so far back it is out of reach now, all the same. Though she does not know entirely what they mean, merely that they hold weight and value, Reinette traces symbols in the same language unto the sand]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[is content to simply be in Reinette's presence, though when she begins writing, the TARDIS stops, admittedly somewhat surprised, though highly pleased to see it]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette continues, though again the meaning in the somewhat escapes her. Normally her lack of knowledge might be irritating. Now she is content to simply remember how they made her feel]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is mostly focused on the symbols, because he tends to fail at social things with sentient anythings. He is mindful enough to give the TARDIS her space]

The symbols, do they mean anything?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[glances up at Arthur and nods] Of course.

[madamemoiselle]

{I bet it is, secretly.}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[Diva, everything is not about you, you know]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not a fan of beaches, myself.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No? [glances up at him, then nods as if to say 'come over' and goes back to writing, now using a small stick to scribble out old Gallifreyan poetry. which is, well ... pretty boring, but yeah]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You'll see, eventually. [he smiles]

I remember I used to find beaches very calming.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Bai detects things to annoy! So, of course she is hanging around] What happened to you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[Bai, you are as bad as Diva, I swear] I do not see how that is any concern of yours.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[She shall take pride in that!] Is it wrong to express interest?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[you know what? Rassilon loves TARDISes. Because they're his, more or less. So Lord High President Rassilon sits beside the machine]

What grieves you, my child?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[unfortunately, the TARDIS rather hates Rassilon and the Master, giving him the distinct disadvantage of being both! so she may or may not have stiffened and then tried scooting away. maybe]

Nothing. I am functioning perfectly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Your body, perhaps, but not your heart.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[Graverobber sits down across from her on the sand and stares at the symbols, tilting his head from side to side.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[notices GR take a seat and looks up, mimicking his expression]

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Ace's knowledge of ancient Gallifreyan writing is a bit sketchy, but she does know a few words, most learned when she had the Venusian Chicken Pox and the Professor was trying to distract her from itching. She squats down next to the TARDIS and picks up a piece of driftwood. After a few false starts she manages to remember the symbol for 'peace.']

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[the TARDIS is so ridiculously pleased to have someone else know what she's writing and so smiles, waiting until Ace finishes to write out 'contentment' beside it]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Sup TARDIS? Omega is popping in to say hi.]

There seems to be no pattern in what you write. Are you perhaps distracted?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hi Omega! did you know the TARDIS was getting along with your boyfriend? the narration thought this was important to point out]

Ah? [looks up at him, then back at her writing] I suppose.