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[stole_a_time_lord]

This holiday is excellent.

Earlier, the TARDIS read the explanatory screen from end to beginning, and again, starting somewhere in the middle.

She likes middles. So much of things is made up of middles.

She's in the middle of something right now.

Specifically, she's in the middle of the floor of a 1960s British Police Box, which she built almost entirely out of blue Legos, and some black ones and white ones, and the occasional purple one, here and there.

It's smaller on the inside than she was expecting, but at least the doors open out the way, properly, when you pull them, as you should, rather than push them, as he does.

She has also, after careful review of her options, acquired webby finny fishy hands. And those, in turn, have required the acquisition of pudding.

So. One TARDIS. Sitting in a replica of a 1960s Police Box. With fish fingers. And custard.



[OOC: Slowtime please, as of 10:20 EDT. My brain has gone all . . . custardy. :) Please, no new tag ins. Thanks!]

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[creator_raven]

Raven, feathers covered in custard, gets to work in consuming what remains.

Then he peers up at the TARDIS, head tilting first one way, then another.

"It is not so bad a greeting, that. Also it is not so bad a sweet."

He snorts, shaking off his feathers.

It makes it easier to avoid having to shake off his coat.

"Still. I am for preferring cookies."

Does Idris want one?

[stole_a_time_lord]

Of course the TARDIS wants one!

She might try to wear it as a hat or use it to make the wobbly place in the corner less wibbly, but she definitely wants one.

"I have fish fingers," she announces, waving her hands at him.

"I think.

"I still don't think fish have fingers.

"But I have fish fingers."

It's a paradox. Or a puzzle. Or a pondering. Or a pachyderm.

. . . no, wait. That's something else.

"It's an ichthyological mystery."

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face.

"Possibly they were for having fingers once. Or will again."

He laughs, high and bright.

"Time, I am thinking, is very tricksy. So."

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Only when you let it be."

She doesn't.

Not usually.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes another face.

"It is, perhaps, more entertaining that way."

And it's easier to lose pursuit!

Shh.

[stole_a_time_lord]

"It's all wibbly-wobbly except where it's fixed."

In case he was wondering.

[creator_raven]

He snorts.

"Fixed is boring."

Change is better.

There are reasons for that.

[stole_a_time_lord]

"But important."

She reaches out and taps the end of his nose with one fish finger.

[creator_raven]

He does not bite at her extended finger.

He grins, instead.

"Only on occasion, yes?"

[stole_a_time_lord]

Oh, biting's excellent. It's like kissing, only there's a winner.

She nods.

"When it's fixed."

See? All sorted, then.

[creator_raven]

Raven, in answer, fishes a cookie out of his pocket.

It may or may not look like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. With icing.

He flicks it in Idris' direction.

Call it a present!

[stole_a_time_lord]

Oooh! Hat!

The TARDIS settles the cookie in amid her hair.

(The hair just doesn't stop.)

"Thank you."

[creator_raven]

He beams.

"You are for being welcome."

It suits her!

"Though possibly sugar is for being tasty, yes?"

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Sometimes it's for messing up gas tanks."

[creator_raven]

He snorts.

Loudly.

"There are, I think, many things that will do that."

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Fire's bad, too.

"And mice."

She nods, rather a lot.

[creator_raven]

"Mice are also for being tasty. Though it is better, I think, after several days."

They get squishy.

It is awesome.

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Goop," the TARDIS says, knowingly.

[creator_raven]

"Also eyeballs."

Raven has a craving.

"Though those, I am thinking, are tastier when they are larger."

Human eyeballs are the best.

Or maybe elephants.

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Where is thy luster now?"

[creator_raven]

Raven's grin gets brighter yet, and she reaches back into her hair and tugs a strand forward.

There are beads in it, and at the very end of it -- a star.

It is still young.

"Mostly I am for hiding it. While it is sleeping, yes?"

[stole_a_time_lord]

"Shhhhhhh."

It's very pretty.

"You have a chameleon circuit."

[creator_raven]

Raven leans forward confidingly.

"Mostly it is clay, yes?"

Once it was stone.

Bodies are tricksy like that.

[stole_a_time_lord]

They really, really are.

"Like pottery.

"And bricks."

[creator_raven]

"Also bodies."

Coyote makes very good ones.

When she does not make ones that explode.

Or melt.

Still.