Voice-testing once more...spoilery for dialogue tidbit from "Hide"

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

I may not be able to communicate the way I did not too long ago, mun. Yes, not will or am. Was.

But this is how I can speak to you now -

I am the TARDIS voice/visual interface. I am programmed take the image of a person you esteem.

So, how do you suppose I interact with anyone. And no, I do not like being bullied about someone other than my Time Lord.

Comments

[riverborntorun]

What's that? Who's bullying you, sweetie?

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

Hello, River. Little stray with the red bag. She even shook out her umbrella just inside my doors. Rude.

[riverborntorun]

Picked up another one, has he? Whatever are we going to do with him?

He hasn't got an umbrella stand this time?

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

Yes, he has. Handcuff him to the console. Something will be done...has been.

No, he doesn't. My current control room is very simple.

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

[struggles with the door]
Why won't this phone booth open? I totally need to make a call, like, right now!

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

[a holographic projection is emitted from the lamp atop the phone box]

Can't you read? It says 'Police Box'.

1/2 Yay, Ten!

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

[quickly pulls away and staggers back]
Aaaaahhhhhhh!

2/2 Sorry, replied to myself with this comment on the first try

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

[catches his breath and proceeds to talk to the British hologram]
Alright, what the H are you--and what is a 'Police Box'?

No worries. XD She likes Ten..

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

[The hologram remains slightly annoyed, but moves as if proud and happy. Always the screaming.]

I am a voice/visual interface. A Police Box is for police before the invention of cell phones or convenience of police radios.

[Sometimes she really loathes being a encyclopedia.]

Who doesn't? :D

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

So that means there's a phone in there, right?
[Mordecai proceeds to ask the nice British hologram as politely, but cautiously, as he can...]
Would it be alright if I used it?

XD

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

Yes.

[The hologram keeps a scrutinizing eye on Mordecai]

Unless you wish to contact the police, no.

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

[That last part put Mordecai on edge--this was, bar none, the shadiest British Phoneboo-er-Police Box Mordecai had ever spoken with.

Then again, there wasn't much competition in that field... ]

...and why can't I contact the police in the POLICE box?

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

[The TARDIS is growing more annoyed, thus the slight curling of coat sleeve shrouded fingers into fists and releasing.]

This Police Box is out of order.

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

Oh, what--??!

[Mordecai groans as he realizes that he must've struck a nerve on the Police Box.

(Then again, a few minutes ago, he never knew Police Boxes had nerves to strike...let alone that they'd existed ...)

A breath is drawn out and the giant bluejay apologizes to the blue box.]

Hey, man, that wasn't cool of me to act to like that--you're just trying to do me a solid. If you have to lay low from the police for...whatever reason, I'll respect that.
I just need to borrow your phone.

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

[Never underestimate a Police Box...especially one disguised as one.

The hologram opens the door to the TARDIS and steps inside. A few moments later a cell phone circa 2006 slides out. Then the hologram of Ten steps out and closes the door.]

That one should work. You can keep it. Local and long distance. But the time on it will expire in a week.

[Look! She can be charitable.]

[sittinghereinbluejayway]

[Mordecai takes the phone and a smile very slowly emerges on his beak; he'd seen many an unusual thing before in his lifetime, but never once did he expect to receive charity from a Police Box.]

Thanks, man.

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

[The hologram shrugged, unmoved.]

Run along, quick as you like.

[She's waiting for her Time Lord.]

[k_9]

............

[And yet you never responded to a single question... how rude!]

You are still a very stupid machine.

[tardisofadifferentcolour]

[She chooses not to respond. Still waiting for her Time Lord.]