{Data Stream 21} - [Mutiny] of choice

[hisoldgirl]

[the moment Orion's message comes across the spheres, the TARDIS is all ready moving. she's been looking for these panels for some time, now, and is growing increasingly aggravated at being unable to find anything worthwhile. it doesn't help she was attacked her last foray toward Level Three, but she's not about to stay in her suite and hide.

so she's out and about with a scanner, on her way to the holo-suite, when she pauses at a nearby wall, running her fingers along it. the smudge factors heavily in her memory for all the terror it brought her. it's rare for something to frighten her so, let alone get into her head, and so she frowns and begins to scan the area, intent on finding the command console so that she can get as far away as possible]

Comments

[bit_impossible]

[frowns] Now isn't the time to get stubborn about it, TARDIS.

[hisoldgirl]

Then when is?

[bit_impossible]

[mutters] Preferably never...

[hisoldgirl]

Repeat that.

[bit_impossible]

Nah, it's not important...

[hisoldgirl]

If you said it, then it is.

[bit_impossible]

[is about to say that what he says isn't always important, but he doesn't wish to incriminate himself] ...You don't always have to get stubborn with me. You always choose the most inappropriate moments to put up a fuss.

[hisoldgirl]

And you always believe yourself in the right.

[bit_impossible]

I do.

[hisoldgirl]

You cannot always be right.

[bit_impossible]

I can certainly try though.

[hisoldgirl]

Not with me.

[bit_impossible]

[rubs the back of his neck in response to that]

[hisoldgirl]

[gives him this look :|]

[bit_impossible]

[grins; you know you love him, TARDIS.]

[hisoldgirl]

[unfortunately]

[bit_impossible]

[such a face!] I'll leave you to your search, old girl. Good luck.

[hisoldgirl]

Of course, Doctor.



...and thank you.

[bit_impossible]

You're welcome. [he smiles fondly then turns off his Sphere]