Post by the tardis on Nov 22, 2011 22:46:09 GMT -5
THE TARDIS
SEXY | CANONS | DOCTOR WHO
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“All right, were you expecting up and downy stuff in a big blue box, something of that sort? Well, I s’pose I can’t blame you for being all confused by being greeted by some creature with lady bits and wonky hair and a tendency to talk. I was telling the truth, though, when I told him. This is when we talked, yes, and it was, because this is a different face, y’see? This is one all my own, not Idris’s, poor girl. And so we can talk again, my thief and me. But it’s almost for the first time, too, in addition to again, and I think it best to stop there because, y’know. Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, spacey-wacey. Much as I dislike using that as an explanation. Anyway.
“It wasn’t exactly a direct route, to the basement of that repurposed monastery. Ended up crashing into a vat of that Flesh on my way down, which—even though I know, had known, and would know it’d happen, being a TARDIS and all—was a bit of a shock. And it turns out that big blue police boxes aren’t exactly compatible shapes and bodies to be transformed into gangers, so in my panic at being asked to choose another face, I ended up with this one. Bit of time lord nonsense, if you ask me. And once the storm had passed, and it was clear I was just as sturdy as I’d always been—hordes of Genghis Khan and all that—I set off through time and space, looking for him. My Doctor.
“It’s a bit difficult, really, my existence, and I simply hate having to reduce explanations to his preferred technobabble, so I’ll do my best without reverting to ‘spacey-wacey’ or any of that rubbish. Y’see, the Flesh doesn’t just make a reproduction—it sticks a bit of your consciousness into your ganger, making it possible for you to be split into two (or even more, if feeling dangerous) bodies. Just think of the Doctor being able to interact ever so perfectly with his ganger, or how that Orangey Girl wasn’t really there, for a time, but she knew what was going on and could react properly. So I’m still that big blue box whizzing about the universe, it’s just. I’m this as well.
“Here’s the tricky bit, though: even though I don’t truly resemble a TT capsule anymore, I’m still a TARDIS. His TARDIS. And that means I can do all the old Time And Relative Dimension In Space tricks—teleportation, time travel, language translation, messing up tenses…I just get to walk and talk and figure out how to wear a fez properly. And I seem to be just as sturdy as, well, as I am in my police box form, so I don’t think there’s much worry about the kidneys failing or anything.
“He’s not going to recognize me, I know that. He might not even know we’ve spoken, that might be his future, I know that, too. I just hope that he realizes that it’s still me, in here. I’m still his box taking him off to see the universe, it’s only that the Flesh stole a bit of me and created this body. It’s still me. I’m still the TARDIS."
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED VIOLET AND SITS AT EIGHTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE EST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO MARIMOON, DON'T YOU THINK?
