The TARDIS ☄ 001

[sexyoldgirl]

Who: The TARDIS (Sexy) and anyone who wants to have a chat
Where: A park somewhere in District 1
Style: Starts in third but will do first!
Status: Open

She couldn't feel the box anymore, not her own or the makeshift one they'd made out of her sisters' remains. For a brief moment she'd been connected to both as the console had materialized inside of

Comments

[soulsymmetrical]

[although Kid could vaguely and sometimes sense when a particular soul left or arrived, it really depended on where he was at the time.

however, this particular soul caught his attention almost immediately. it was, in a very simple and understating way, strange. he had encountered numerous unfamiliar and strange types of souls, but this one unsettled him. it was possibly worse than the madness back home.

so needless to say, he quickly set off to find the source of this wavelength, and was quite surprised to find the woman...walking? in the park. she seemed relatively harmless, but his senses screamed otherwise. not dangerous but not...]

Who...

[taking a closer look had been a big mistake. the size of her soul was huge-not as large as his father's, but larger than most. it was staggering-in fact it made him stagger a step as a hand flew to his head as if he were suffering a bad headache. in a way he was, and it was all he could do to "de-focus" so that he only felt the wavelength rather than "see" it completely.

who...no, what the

[soulsymmetrical]

[...sorry? for what? there's a moment of confusion but he just brushes it aside.]

There are powerful ones, some greater than others. But no. I have yet to encounter anyone with a soul wavelength similar to yours.

[sexyoldgirl]

[She's not going to elaborate on it any further. All these years with the Doctor and she's learned that digging into that sort of wound is not good.]

I doubt you'll ever encounter another soul like mine. Not unless some very, very old faces turn up here.

[soulsymmetrical]

If they do, I'm sure we would know immediately.

[a pause.]

Do you have a name?

[sexyoldgirl]

If they do, be wary of them. Not all of them are nice.

[Now she bristles as if proud of her name.]

It's Sexy.

[soulsymmetrical]

[half staggers.]

...I beg your pardon?

[was that her name or did she just think her name was...sexy?]

[sexyoldgirl]

My name is Sexy.

[What was so difficult to understand about that? It was a name she was proud of.]

[soulsymmetrical]

Yes, I am sure it is lovely, but I mean your real name. Not what you think of it.

[sexyoldgirl]

Sexy is the name I was given recently but originally I was called TARDIS - Time and Relative Dimension in Space.

[soulsymmetrical]

You mean your name is-[oh for heaven's sake-]

...If you don't mind, I would rather call you TARDIS.

[sexyoldgirl]

Yes, that is what I mean.

[It doesn't seem as if she minds at all.] Call me whatever you like, dear.

[soulsymmetrical]

[visible expression of relief.]

Thank you.

[sexyoldgirl]

You're welcome. What's your name?

[NOT that she'll ever use it but you know...it's polite to ask.]

[soulsymmetrical]

Ah, forgive me.

Death the Kid. However, most people just call me Kid.