001 - A Bad Day For Everyone

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki Kirihara appears on the plane looking very, very pissed. Her Sig P230 is unholstered and leveled at…

…no one.]

Tch.

[She lowers the weapon, very slightly, taking in her surroundings. Or rather, the lack thereof.]

Contractor!

[She turns in a slow circle, tension wrapped around her like a creaking spring.]

Contractor! Show yourself. You’re being stupid. Using your power on a member of the NPA will get you killed. It isn’t worth the laugh.

[A pause. She’s starting to get angry again.]

Show yourself!

[She looks up, down, around at the stars, and a pained expression crosses her face. Barely audible, she mutters,]

You people… know how to be cruel.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[the TARDIS, of course, thinks nothing of it] Dreadful, really. She makes a mess of my bathrooms all the time, as well, wet footprints all about and dirty underwear lying around my floors. If she touches my plumbing again, I've half a mind to scald her in her next shower.

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[The fact that the TARDIS doesn't notice the obvious innuendo is a sign that Misaki should ignore it, too.]

She sounds annoying, to say the least. [Still can't quite get over the thought of dirty underwear carpeting her intestines.]

The Doctor said you were capable of realistic projections. [Curious Misaki is curious.] You normally don't look like this?

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[the TARDIS tends not to get a lot of things that should otherwise be obvious. she's also just too used to people living inside her]

She is, yes. Whining and whinging about everything, honestly.

[tilts her head] These shapes of mine are simply a form of agitated protoplasm that allow my consciousness to take form so that I might better interact with others. I am, however, still a ship. [a pause] Would you like to see?

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[Delight!]

Could I?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[doesn't wait for an answer, instead disappearing from the Plane, only to reappear a few moments later as her normal, police box shape, doors closed but a key waiting. she hums quietly in welcome, waiting for Misaki to enter]



[ooc: Just a note, her internal appearance is the same as it was from the movie, so it isn't the organic coral shape from the new TV series]

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[She hesitantly turns the key and opens the door. There's a moment's pause at the fact that, well, the inside is bigger than the outside, but that is definitely not the weirdest part of Misaki's day. She steps inside, looking up at the criss-crossed irons struts, around at the telescope and globe and things that seem to fit better in that blue-lit space than they would in her father's study.]

You're beautiful.

[She says it far louder than is probably necessary, but she's not sure what the difference is, talking to the TARDIS from the outside as opposed to, well, the inside.]

[[Blargh! Pictures are hard to find. (http://images.wikia.com/tardis/images/4/4e/Tvm.jpg) Forgive me for getting stuff wrong. -.-]]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[continues to hum quietly in welcome, the air warm and comfortable as she mentally nudges Misaki toward the hallway extending from the central control room, giving her the okay to explore. she even flicks on some lights to form a type of trail to follow, a tiny chime sounding in amusement at Misaki's rather loud exclamation, though really, there's no difference in how she talks to her, only how the TARDIS can talk back]


[ooc: Nuuu, it's fine~ I'm at work, elsewise I'd have snagged a picture of her interior, but sadly, I am unable to screencap from here and the net doesn't have many good pictures.]

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[She is in a space ship. SPACE SHIP. She wanders around the console for a minute, touching things and avoiding buttons, before following the lights away from the... bridge? and further into the interior. It's starting to get to her, just how much is inside that little blue box.]

He didn't tell me how amazing you are. [She means it. She keeps one hand on the wall as she goes forward, as much to reinforce that the place is real as anything else.]



[[no kidding.]]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[well, her ego is being rather inflated and the TARDIS quite likes this, which means she quite likes Misaki -- for now, at any rate. which she indicates through a gentle mental prod and just making everything comfortable for the woman as she lets her wander around the infinite space inside her. there's plenty to see, too, including an impressive library, engine rooms, multiple bedrooms, a warddrobe, rainforest, garden and dozens more. pretty much anything anyone could ever want, the TARDIS has]

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[She makes it to the wardrobe room before realizing she is oh so very lost. She starting to wonder how the Doctor has time to travel when there's so much else to do. Time. She rolls her eyes at herself.]

This is how he manages to time travel without standing out? [And then she frowns, because she isn't sure the TARDIS can answer while they're in their respective positions.]

How do I get back to the library? [With extreme hesitation,] Could I borrow a book?

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[the TARDIS beeps in something akin to affirmation about Misaki's question, though it's tinged with humour because the Doctor rarely, if ever, dresses to fit in. they're more there because he's a pack rat and enjoys collecting things from all different eras and planets.

Misaki's other question, however, earns her another gentle nudge and more lights beckoning down the twisting hallways toward the library, where the woman is more than welcome to borrow any of the thousands upon thousands of tomes, so long as she doesn't write in them or dog ear them. the Doctor rather dislikes that, after all]

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[The books go on forever. At least, that's what it feels like. There doesn't seem to be any particular order too them; simply that the deeper she goes, the older they look. She wanders her way as deep as she can before her feet start feeling sore, and decides on a Bible-sized tome with a snootily embossed golden title, declaring itself to be "A Comprehensive History." Of what, Misaki has no idea, but that's delightful enough in itself.

On her way out, she spots a book stuffed sideways on the shelf that looks vaguely like the alien equivalent of a trashy romance novel. Is it possible to resist? Of course not. She holds up the two books.]

Is this okay?

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[the TARDIS murmurs in assent, engines whispering as air filters through her vents, the echoes of the ghost in the machine letting Misaki know she's welcome to whatever she'd like. she also lights the path back to the console room and the exit door, in the event the woman wants to leave, but makes no indication she must, letting the other take her time exploring as she will]

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[She doesn't want to overstay her welcome, and she would like to thank the TARDIS face-to-face. She takes her time on the way out, though, admiring the weird collection of pack-rat objects accumulated in the halls. She makes sure to lock the door behind her.]

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[as soon as she leaves, the TARDIS disappears off the plane, returning a short while later as the Brigadier once again, an amused look on her face] Thank you, for your kind words. They're appreciated.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki wraps one arm around the books and holds out her other hand.] They're meant. Thank you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[looks at her outstretched hand in confusion a moment before realising she means for her to take it and so does] You are welcome to come back, should you wish it. I cannot take you to the stars, but I can offer something small, at the very least.

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[Misaki looks up at the cosmic festival going on above the Astral Plane] It's nice to see them again, at least. [Misaki gives the TARDIS's hand a squeeze and lets go.] And I would hardly call that library small--it's a gift. I owe you, and I won't forget it.