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[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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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.

[while she says nothing about it, she does notice his reaction to her touching his TARDIS, and files it away under "Interesting Exploitable Facts". As she does that, though, she gently pats the console, as if it's a baby animal of some kind, which... in a way, it sort of is!]

Sounds good to me. Heck, I'd help out if I could. [she places a hand on the Time Rotor and she can feel it singing. It's lovely. Poor thing doesn't know what it's in for.]

Problem is the Doctor seems to want you around for some reason. Maybe you could have a little chat with him about takin' off. [since he won't listen to her.]

[right, the hands-on touchy-feely with his ship is starting to make him nervous. she's still fragile, after all, and he would be a poor engineer if he wasn't concerned with his creations.]

What the Doctor chooses to do is beyond my control. [which is to say, it's not as though the Doctor listens to him, either.]

You're a Time Lord. Trust me, you've got more control over him than you think.

[Which she is loathe to admit. But she is still carefully examining his new baby TARDIS's console, in a very tactile way. It probably looks really weird to someone who doesn't know what she's doing-- which is searching for and attempting to establish an emotional connection. She doesn't even know if she can do this with a TARDIS, but if she can... welp. Just another way to annoy Omega.]

[if she searches deep enough, Dorothy will find that the TARDIS is irrevocably bound to Omega, and he to her. it is part biological and part psionic, and a great deal of care has been taken to cultivate it.]

[curiously] Would you wish that cruelty on the Doctor? He may not survive becoming the last of his species again. Would you be prepared to deal with that aftermath?

Last of his species again? Goodness gracious, no, I don't want you to die. I just want you to go away.

[She can definitely feel the devotion and connection between the two individuals, and it's very very strong. Nigh unbreakable. That's good, actually-- it means he's likely to ditch Nine's TARDIS entirely for this one. Still, she extends her own emotional handshake to the newborn machine; the empathic version of introducing herself to a child with good intentions and bright and shiny expectations of the future. Effectively, it's planting a seed of friendship.]

You've got your own ship now, or you will when she's finished. And she's lovely, by the way. There's no reason to hang around anymore. All you gotta do is make that clear to the Doctor, and we're all better off!

It amounts to nearly the same thing, for the Doctor. Would you survive without being able to see or hear another human, without that shared connection?

[The young TARDIS replies with a curious brush of feeling, causing the pitch of her son to change slightly, though not unpleasantly.]

You seem too be labouring under the mistaken idea that I sought out the Doctor. I did not. He sought me out, and continues to do so. I have never had a need for his TARDIS.

Well, of course I would. [lies.] I'm only barely human anymore as it is. [truth!]

[In response, Dorothy responds with her favorite "happy" emotion from a memory-- sunflowers in early summer, one of the few blue-sky days of her largely sepia-toned childhood. It never fails to make her happy, and she channels that feeling towards the TARDIS.]

Then it seems to me you're not doing enough to discourage him. Don't they have restraining orders on your planet?

Your people, then. If you truly would feel no different if they ceased to exist, I wonder which of us is truly more heartless.

[The TARDIS accepts that, still curious, and offers up a memory of her own: her first moments of awareness, the ebb and flow of time, and the turn of the universe around her.]

If death does not deter him, I very much doubt anything else will. [a pause, then he scowls] And do stop interfering with my TARDIS.

[it's a somewhat overwhelming sensation, that memory, but Dorothy manages to send off a feeling of being pleased, followed by gratitude and thanks, and then gently disengages. But she doesn't remove her hand. Just to annoy Omega.]

Why? I'm not doing anything harmful. I'd never hurt something this wonderful.

[she means that, Omega; there's a somewhat inexplicably deep respect there.]

[still scowling] She's young, and you could hurt her unintentionally.

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