01. into the wild and fire

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[Peri Brown appears on the Plane, stumbling like she just stopped running. she looks much like any of the Doctors who knew her might remember, with one exception. her brown hair is cut in the same short bob and she is wearing impractical wedge shoes as always, but there is a glaring lack of spandex leotards. instead she's wearing khaki shorts and white-and-blue-striped boatnecked tank top. well-endowed chest is still there, however.]

Woah ... what happened here? Where am I? D-Doctor? ... A-Anyone?

[she turns in a few circles, looking around her with increasing concern]

Can anyone hear me?

[to herself] I thought that store was weird ... the Doctor said I could go shopping and that place just seemed to pull me in--and I didn't even recognize the name of the store. And those twins. Creepy ...

[louder] Doctor?! This isn't funny!

[slumps down miserably on the nearest rock] ... I have a headache.

((ooc: so totally did not raep my app sample >_> ))

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Agitated protoplasm, child. A convenient trick to allow me to speak with others here. I am as human as the Doctor, however. [sniffs, considering Peri] You are the direct cause of my Doctor dying. You distract him from me. Why should I like you?

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[staring as though slapped in the face] It's not ... not like I slipped on purpose! I didn't want him to die any more than you did!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[I feel so bad for Peri ; ; I am so sorry, because the TARDIS doesn't] Do you think that matters? He would never have been there were it not for you. Wretched, annoying companions, each worse than the last. Each adamant on taking him for themselves. You are no different you sobbing, silly little girl.

aww, it's okay! <3

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

Hey--I didn't set the TARDIS controls. [and now we're back to indignance] He picked the time and place--if you're so omnipotent or whatever, you could have stopped us and taken us somewhere else.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You stupid girl. I can affect only so much of my own piloting. He is still my pilot and, whether I want to or not, I ultimately have to do as he desires. I cannot always influence the outcome of our landing.

It does not change the fact he chose that place because of you. Therefore, you are responsible for his death.

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[cannot believe she is going to say this] Hey, he's just as much at fault as I am! He just wanted to show me the sand and rock formations, we didn't know what was going on there!

[pause, wary narrowing of eyes]

W-Why are you so angry, anyway? I never got anything but, er, friendly vibes from you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I do not care. I consider you responsible.

[oh, the list of reasons. but mainly she's pissy because Eight likes Charley and she now has a chance to take out her frustrations on a previous companion the Doctor liked]

Then I am to be a docile, accepting machine that does nothing but serve her pilot without a thought? Is that what you expected?

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

N-No! That's not what I m-meant at all! I just, well ... you seem more friendly-like ...

((sorry for the dropped tag!))

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Do I? Is that what you want me to be?



[ooc; s'okay~!]

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

['duh' look] Well, of c-course! Anything would be better than all this hatred, which I really don't underst-stand, and it hurts ...

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It hurts? It hurts. Do not lecture me on pain you imbecilic child.

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[stunned look, but from it grows some righteous indignation; she's about tired of this high and mighty routine. have a finger jabbed at you]

Hey! Just because I'm n-not some all-knowing all-powerful being, doesn't mean I d-don't know what hurt and pain is. If I'm right, then we both love him, and instead of fighting shouldn't we j-just work together to try and make him h-happy??

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[so the wrong choice of words]

You do not love him. I am the only one who loves him, impudent little girl.

bitchfight!

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[stubborn set of her jaw] How w-would you know? Who died and m-made you master of the Doctor?

brrrring it

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[glare of death] I did.

*brings it, lame-like*

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[and whoops, you broke her stubbornface with some confusion. she's trying, though!] B-But--well, you're not dead, aren't you, you're here! I can't imagine you would regenerate like the Doctor would ...

[mutters something about 'can't believe I'm talking to the TARDIS anyway']

Awww, Peri just needs to work on her bringing skills

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, I do not regenerate as he does. I must grow, an infinitesimal bit by bit, as my shell is reconstructed. Wait and remain docile while my entire being burns and warps until I am whole again. That is what I have endured for him. That and more.

So yes. I am the master of the Doctor. He is mine. He belongs to me and no one else.

Perhaps you should have attempted talking to me before, when you thought me nothing more than a stupid, lifeless ship.