✧ 002. ➝ faux-log(?)

[is_was_willbe]

Once upon a time, or in and running through it, but not really once either because it is was happening at all possible times along with every other beautifully simultaneous event--
in any case, in this story: a heart was-- is-- will be telling a story to the citizens of a pocket dimension called the City. And she was getting quite confused, because

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[manofgnee]

...your story was interesting...but I think it also hurt my brain.

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[is_was_willbe]

She bows low, and then twirls, because it is very nice, twirling. However, once that's tended to: she apologises to him, hand to her heart. She certainly did not intend to hurt anyone, especially not in the mind.

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[manofgnee]

[He grins. Oh, you are odd. He likes.]

I'm Hanna.

[is_was_willbe]

The heart gives a little curtsy at the introduction, and tells the charming young man that she has got quite the collection of names, but she supposes he can call her the TARDIS, or Idris, or Sexy. With a quirk of a smile, she bids him to take his pick, because everyone else does.

[iam_thebadwolf]

Maybe a bit like you used to be in our heads? [She doesn't say this with anything except curiosity and the desire to help the TARDIS understand. She got over being angry or feeling violated a long time ago.]

[is_was_willbe]

She agrees with the smiley girl to an extent-- to the extent that the inquiry was phrased as "a bit" and indeed it only a bit, because the heart merely built bridges across synapses in her time of muddling about in heads, whereas this predicament seemed to be a bit more about forcing or rewiring them entirely.

[iam_thebadwolf]

Oi, it's enough to give you a headache.

[is_was_willbe]

She wondered whether the smiley girl meant the heart or herself, but supposed it was true enough either way. It was indeed a strange predicament, although the heart found that in ways it was almost more comfortable to communicate like this.