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brigadiertardis.livejournal.com) wrote in
realityshifted2008-04-20 08:14 pm
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[have the TARDIS on the Astral Plane, obviously preoccupied and seemingly frustrated]
Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?
[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.
Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?
[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.

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But what exactly did not-you do to make them afraid?
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Let's see, would you also happen to be the TARDIS that's, in his words of course, "tempermental, ignorant, childish, and madly devoted to the Doctor"? I heard quite a few things about you from that person~
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[stiffens angrily at that] 'That person?' I assume you speak of the Master, then? That insignificant insect knows nothing.
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I do believe that was his name, yes~ {She knows his name, but her pride won't let her call another person 'master', whether it's his name or not} He said quite a few things! Like you couldn't cook, are defective, old, and a few other things, but I should save you the trouble of hearing them. It'd only make you angry, so there's no point...
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[purses her lips because yep, that sounds like the Master] If he does not wish to eat the food from my kitchens, he can starve. And whether or not I am old, I am not defective. [clenches her fingers] Might I ask why he was saying such things to you?
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Oh, he was so happy to have "real food" as he called it at my Christmas party that I had to ask why. Then one thing led to the other, and he told me about you as well as other TARDIS.
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Ah, yes. That. [idly rubs her wrist remembering] I doubt he told you much that was true. He has never held myself or other TARDISes with any high regard.
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