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[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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[the narration made me sporfle! But her guidance does mark an improvement, and holding hands is nice too. He grins and admires their handiwork. Even though they are done drawing, he's still holding her hand.]

We should make something more substantial, I think.

[the narration would like to take this moment to note that it is pleased it made you sporfle!]

Should we? What then do you suggest we make?

[the narration should be pleased!]

Castles seem to be the popular thing. I think we need buckets and those sort of things for that, though.

[it very much is~]

A castle of sand? I have data on those. I do not understand their significance, but if you want, I can retrieve the appropriate tools.

[then I am pleased!]

Would you? I'd like that, you and me, we can have a go at it and see what we can manage to make between the two of us.

Very well. I will return shortly. [and she's gone! and comes back after a few minutes, burdened with a couple buckets, some small shovels and other assorted sand castle making tools, which she dumps on the sand beside Handy] Are these appropriate?

I think so, yeah!

[grabs up half the stuff, and pushes himself to his feet]

We should get a bit closer to the shoreline. Come on.

[offers her a hand before he starts moving forward again]

[tilts her head, considering him, then takes his hand and follows]

What is the point in creating a castle of sand?

I don't know, what's the point in creating most things? To say you did, maybe?

[and plops down in the sand and starts digging]

We should start with a moat, I think.

I suppose.

[kneels beside him, frowning]

That is illogical. If you begin with a boundary, you must build within it. Does it not make more sense to design the building and then surround it once you have established its proper boundaries?

[seems to think on this too]

I'm not quite sure. I wouldn't want to put boundaries around it before we even started, I suppose. I thought we needed to start with them, but I'd rather not I don't think. What does your data say as far as that sort of thing is concerned?

My data is inconclusive in regards to the proper order of assembly. [eyes a shovel, then begins digging into the sand, piling it up] I would assume one could construct a castle of sand the same as one would a castle of stone.

I don't think I've ever constructed a castle of stone. Do we just pile it up and hope it sticks, I suppose?

We would require mortar between the layers, structural beams and supports so that it does not fall in on itself, and make sure we create a steady, wider base so that the top does not collapse. [looks at what they have to work with, then back at Handy] We have sand. And buckets. In the image archive I have on sand castles, I often see a bucket used to make a condensed base. Perhaps we should start there?

[considers her]

Sounds as good a place to start as any. [studies the tools and sand] I think I used to know how to do this, it's just been a long time.

[and he is now working hard on digging and sand castle building stuff, although he does look back up at her and smiles]

Oh and hello. I think I forgot that, earlier. Very rude of me.

[watches him work! and then begins to help, patting down a base]

You need not greet me, Doctor. Your presence is enough.

Well, I'd still like to, even if it's not needed.

[busy building castles in the sand, although he does glance up at her every now and again]

How are you?

[is focused on castle building and so misses the look, though her expression tells the story as it is]

I am well. Do not worry.

[his focus shifts between castle building and watching her]

It's odd, the way saying not to worry usually means the exact opposite. Not that you're doing that at the moment, of course.

[tilts his head looking at their work so far]

Although, I think we could be a bit more ambitious. I say we try for a sand citadel, instead. Shouldn't be that difficult, between the two of us.

[keeps her focus on the castle]

It is my purpose to concern myself with you. It is not your purpose to do so with me, it would seem.

[nods distantly, scooping up more sand]

That should be feasible.

I'm not meant to be concerned about you anymore? Says who?

Yourself, of course. [psst, she means Eight]

[confused, because he knows not what you speak of] When did I say that?

You did not say it in words. [and she plops down some more sand, perhaps a little more forcefully than she meant to] You did not need to.

[so confused] What did I do?