A home in captio; looking for castmates

[cridhe]

You have found a home for me. It is a bit strange that I should need a home after being a home to so many, but such is the way of things.

This flesh is so weak and frail, I do hope you have plans to protect me.  After all, I will need to be reminded of who I am and the abilities I possess. The flesh causes me to forget, even for a little while, the essence of who I am.  And yet, I am not used to the flesh.  I do believe it requires more maintenance than my box-form.  Things do not come as easily to me.  I have to do things like eat and breathe.  However, that does give me a greater appreciation for my Doctor and my passengers.

Speaking of, I have a request. 

I know my Captain will be there, but what about my Doctor? Any of him will do, of course.  Or any of my other passengers, though you know which ones I would prefer, even if I do not rank them myself.

I know ultimately you have no power or control over such things, but if you would, please try.

Sincerely,
Your Dearest TARDIS.

Comments

[cridhe]

[She knows who you are, Koschei.]

That is because you never bothered to find out... I create myself.

[Which is true from a certain point of view.]

[somegomad]

[Aw man. All the first encounters all spoiled. Still, what he doesn#t know doesn't dull his smile.]

That's amazing! I mean, everyone knows you're alive and sentient, but this is a whole different level.

[cridhe]

[She looks about shocked about that.]

Do they? As I recall, most Time Lords only see us as tools, a trick for their trade.

[Koschei is young - no spoilers - she stops herself from saying that only the Doctor was different.]

now with the correct acronym.

[somegomad]

[He frowns.]

They should. Know, I mean, after all, everyone can hear you sing. I've never been in a TTC myself, but Theta said so.

[no comment on the tool thing, because it doesn't bear thinking about: They treat everyone and everything that way. Childeren are not people, but Time Lords to be, everything in the universe has its time and place. Like parts of a clockwork.]

[cridhe]

[She smiles fondly.]

Theta would... Though I do not like being called a TTC...

[No, she does not. She prefers her chosen name or her proper name.]

[somegomad]

Sorry. So what's your name? I'm Koschei.

[cridhe]

[She smiles.]

I am well aware of who you are and who you become. You may call me TARDIS. Or as my pilot likes to call me in the form: Cridhe.

[somegomad]

[...this is so awkward everyone knows future me.]

Cridhe, then. So you know Theta, too.

...he's not your pilot later, is he? [Koschei knows he's not as airheaded as he can seem sometimes.]

[cridhe]

You know I cannot answer any questions from your personal future. I can see and indeed am connected to the whole of Time and Space... At this point in your life, I cannot even confirm whether or not I know someone you know. Because in a sense, of course I do.

[In other words, she knows all in a way Time Lords only dream about. And she is not going to tell you.]

[somegomad]

[He isn't sure whether to be relieved or frustrated right now, but he lets out a sigh.]

That makes sense, I guess. Do you still know when you're in that place though? It doesn't limit you?

[cridhe]

[She smirks.]

It doesn't appear to. I am only limited by the form that I take.

[somegomad]

..heh. [He grins.] That's incredible.

[cridhe]

Why is it incredible?

[She thinks it is quite normal.]

[somegomad]

Well, from what the others say, a lot of places take away even little powers. I imagine that would be really frustrating, and I don't even have any special abilities that could be taken from me.

[Well, none he isn't taking for granted.]

[cridhe]

[She shrugs.]

There's nothing mentioned... But I do believe my mun will limit me out of courtesy to the other characters.

[somegomad]

I think you'd be fine just as you are.

[cridhe]

Do you? Hummm, I might have to talk it over with my mun. I'm sure she'll find a way to limit me in some fashion. I mean the whole of time and space is available to me...

[But then she sometimes forgets how to breathe, or eat.]