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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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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

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.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

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?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

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.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

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