Lucie Bleeding Miller

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Oi! So you're thinkin' of taking me to some Star Trek place, huh? Well, s'pose that'd be alright. I've seen all sorts of things with the Doctor already. Another strange spot in the future'd be alright by me. Specially if they've got some nice shops.

That's the best part of bein' mates with the Doctor. Getting to travel with him, seeing all sorts of new places... that's the way it'll always be, won't it? Him and me in the Tardis. Forever.

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[tragic_optimist]

*There is a Doctor here, one that Lucie is definitely familiar with. Just...a fair bit older. And with pain in his eyes as he looked at Lucie.*

Lucie Miller. Lucie Bleeding Miller. It is excellent to see you. If you were intending on going somewhere, it would be just courtesy to actually show where you were going.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

You're the one with the Tardis, Doctor. I'm just along for the ride.

But I s'pose you're right. Yeah. That... wossit... ten_forward place.

What happened to you, anyway? Rough night?

[tragic_optimist]

You could say that, Lucie. It's been a rough time for me. I'm a fair bit older than the Doctor you knew. And...well, I want to just...

*There is a big embrace from The Doctor*

It's so very good to see you.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Hey now! What's all this lovey-dovey nonsense? I'm sure it hasn't been that long since you saw me last...

Hang on a second...

*She eyes him suspiciously a long moment*

Did you say something to older-me? Get me mad at you, so you thought you'd butter up younger-me to try to sort things out with older me? Well, it won't work, bucko.

[tragic_optimist]

No, no, nothing quite so silly as that. That would be crossing ones own time stream and there's all kinds of issue with that, even if I were trying to apologize for something. And it would have to be quite the big thing to apologize for...

*There's a moment of looking away.*

But there is something I would like to ask: what was the last thing you remember us doing? It's important that we touch base, make sure we don't let on to too much in our own future. Or rather, yours.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

We just stopped the Eight Legs from invading the Earth. Bleeding spiders.

[tragic_optimist]

Ahh, yes. That was quite the mess there. And that is quite a bit farther back on my timeline. But at least I know where I can say things and where I cannot.

So no asking me for any kind of lottery numbers, that would just be unfair.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Nah, I don't need lottery numbers. *She gently hip-bumps the Doctor.* I'll just have you fill out the ticket yourself. You need to pay for my shopping trips somehow, right?

[tragic_optimist]

Ow, that hurt.

What, is my UNIT money no good, or did you find a way to raid my bank account in your time nestled in a Spider. Or the other way around, I suppose.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

I think you might be underestimating just how much damage I can do to a bank account on a shopping trip, Doctor.

[tragic_optimist]

Oh, no I certainly am not. I was there for the Great Miller Shopping Deluge of Two thousand and Nine. Even when you say you go crazy for Christmas, you still manage to do quite the number on my accounts. Good thing I had over thirty years of interest on a rather heavy pay grade.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Speaking of... we should probably get some Christmas shopping done soon, shouldn't we?

[tragic_optimist]

I would rather let your proper Doctor take you on that shopping trip. I cannot say anything about it, but it will be important. But if you wish, I could grab my TARDIS and take you out for a bit of a night on the town. Enjoy yourself, possibly meet those fit types you seem to go after, things like that.

I've gotten better with the steering, promise.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

What, do we, like, stop some evil invasion of aliens who disguise themselves as Father Christmas or something? Wait... no... no. You can't tell me. I know.

And you, better at steering? Now there's a laugh. You sure you're not trying to just kidnap a younger me to smooth things over with older me, mad at you?

[tragic_optimist]

*Another sad look goes Lucies way*

Nothing quite that simple, and if I could explain it I would. But that's cheating remember. What's the term people from your time use? Spoilers?

No, that sounds ridiculous. I'm far too old to make that sound right.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

*She snorts derisively*

You go around mangling phrases from the internet, and I'll have to kick you in the shins.

[tragic_optimist]

*The Doctor looks away for a bit now.*

How could you?

*A few moments later, there's a dramatic turn around from the console.*

How did you figure out my one weakness? The weakness of all Time Lords? No one ever would have figured out the shins were the place to spell certain doom for us!

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

*chuckling* I've been watching you all along, Doctor. Figuring out your weaknesses! I'll be forever known as Lucie Shinkicker Miller, destroyer of Timelords!

[tragic_optimist]

Betrayed by my own companion! How could I possibly go on now? I have been duped by the Shinkicker, and I was merely the first!

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

And after the Time Lords fall, I'll take on the Daleks by smearing jam on their eyestalks to blind them. Then the Cybermen with a really big magnet. After that, the universe will be mine! All mine!

Then... picture the shopping trip I could pull off then!

[tragic_optimist]

All must bow before the great Lucie Miller and her destructive ways! All subjugated planets must prepare a shopping center at least three kilometers by three kilometers minimum in tribute of Her Royal Shinkicker-ness!

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

*a wistful sigh as she looks longingly in the distance for a time, then:*

So. Shopping, then?

[tragic_optimist]

Shopping then. And at least keep it relatively easy on my accounts, please?

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Sure. *another snort* Relatively.