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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere on the Plane, a TARDIS is faintly singing: it's a pleasant, lilting song that borders on telepathic and is unmistakably alien. The machine herself is located on the Plane's 'floor', next to the Markarian Chain of galaxies. Despite her unusually rapid growth for a TTC, she is in a state that can kindly be described as "not quite finished".

The exterior dimensions and the interior architecture have not been formed yet, leaving the raised, hexagonal dais the most prominent feature -- and the most important, as the TARDIS's heart is located within it. Spread around the silvery column are the circuits and parts that still need to be integrated into the main console, enabling both flight and time travel.

Omega is currently ducked under the console, sorting out the wiring with deft (and surprisingly gentle) hands. He's forgone the usual Gallifreyan robes for a much more practical coverall, and seems rather calm, if intent on his work. He is an engineer, after all, and he has missed his work. And the sooner his TARDIS is time travel capable, the sooner he can leave that old fool Ertikus behind.]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor stops a good distance away, merely admiring Omega's work for a moment, and remembering why he he's looked up to this particular Founder for so long, despite everything. He doesn't interrupt -- instead, he sneakily sets a small package near the TARDIS, and drops off the Plane again. Inside, if Omega cares to open it, is a sonic screwdriver and a banana.]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Doctor. Omega does notice Nine's little gift, but ignores him until the other Time Lord drops form the Plane. He eyes it with some suspicion, but opens it at the TARDIS's urging, and rolls his eyes at the contents. Still, he pockets the screwdriver, and leaves the banana sitting on the console for now -- at least he's being given something useful.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[You'd better eat that banana, Omega. Potassium is good for you! :|]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[It's a strange alien fruit, man. :|]

[collector]

[He's psychically deaf to both pilot and ship, but he can recognize a TARDIS when he sees one being built in front of him. Rather than commenting on the discovery that Omega killed the Doctor, Braxiatel stands a polite distance away]

I shouldn't be surprised to see such work from the first among engineers. Do you need any assistance?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega takes a moment to finish a piece of wiring, before looking at Braxiatel mildly.]

I was unaware that your expertise extended into the creation of TTCs.

[collector]

[smiling in reply] It extends at least as far as passing screwdrivers and holding wires together.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[considers this for a moment, then nods, offering him the screwdriver that the Doctor left for him.]

Very well.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[And up wanders an Isaac, a little bit sick looking, but that's eclipsed by the awe on his face as he looks at this maybe-singing contraption]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[glances up at him from under the console]

Hello.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hi...

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega tweaks a few wires under the console, then cocks his head as the TARDIS's singing changes pitch slightly. Satisfied with the result, he turns back to Isaac.]

I assume you have never encountered a TARDIS before?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[One would have to be stu-- well, no that's not true. One would have to not know Dorothy very well to expect her not to be attracted by the sound of a not-quite-plant-not-quite-animal-somehow-mineral-living-thing singing. Not that she's telepathic, mind you-- just more than a little empathic. Which is why she likes Nine's TARDIS so much, and why the lady-shaped one on the Plane gets so much respect from her.

Anyway it's not long before she investigates the source of the sound and finds the strikingly pretty TARDIS console just... stuck in the middle of the Plane like it belongs there. Like it ain't no thang. She peers at it, walking around it in a circle, and nearly trips over Omega's lower half, sticking out from beneath it.]

Oh. It's you.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[The TARDIS's singing doesn't stop, even when Omega glares at Dorothy from his spot under the console. She is precisely the last person he wanted to see, especially after their last encounter.]

Your powers of observation are unparalleled.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

You're the one building a TARDIS in the middle of the Plane, in front of god and everybody. [the "if you didn't want it seen by the public you shouldn't have DONE it in public" scolding is implied. At any rate, she rests her hand on the console, gently, like petting a rabbit]

She's already beautiful. Too bad she's stuck with you. [she peers around it at him again] Does this mean you'll leave me and the Doctor alone from now on, now you've got your own transportation? Oh, please say yes.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm building her on the Plane. Building a TARDIS while it is inside of another TARDIS is an unnecessary risk.

[when she pets the TARDIS, however, he tenses, watching her sharply. he's a bit... overprotective of his ship.]

I could live happily with never seeing you again. That scenario, however, is dependent on the state of the merger between our universes.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he watches and listens for a a bit before speaking] She seems to be coming along beautifully, my lord Omega.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[looking quite pleased] Unusually quickly, but she is, yes.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he considers the TARDIS curiously, tapping his chin] I have to admit I am surprised to see her in this state.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[have a Barbara, looking awed and fascinated by the technology on display] It's beautiful.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[he pauses for a moment, listening to the TARDIS]

She appreciates the sentiment.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[soft smile; then, to the machine herself] You're welcome.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly, from a certain distance] I'd be quite honoured if you'd let me lend a hand.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega surveys the Doctor for a few long moments, impassive, then gives a slight nod]

If you wish.

dear lj, kindly go suck a hose

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[returns it, before striding over and kneeling beside him, gently running his hand over the console; softly] She truly is beautiful. I've always wanted to see one like this. ...Well, see properly.