I really didn't intend to do this yet but he gets to me

[cluttered]

Well, it figures you couldn't resist me! I'm really not surprised, my dear. I am so incredibly charming, after all, and you've seen more than enough, don't you worry.

You're welcome.

Now let's go have a look around! Can't sit around here all day. Unless sitting means watching more of me, I could put up with that. Not yet, you say? All right-y then, I will see you later. Or you could come along, if you'll make less of a fuss that way. Stop wasting time! We've got people to meet, I hear!

[ That's a call for all of you friends who are bound to be lurking out there to come forward, for the record. ]

Comments

[cluttered]

[ His arms go flailing because wow don't pull, and then he stares after her with a bewildered expression, hands slowly moving to touch his cheek.

Oh.

Slowly, he follows her, stumbling slightly the first few steps. ]




That's the reason?

[bossily]

Flattery gets you everywhere, Doctor.

[She laughs, a bounce to her step as she spins around to walk backward and face him while speaking.]

That, and I meant the part of you that's actually sincere. It makes the ego and all the other weird things worth it, in the end.

[cluttered]

All the brilliant things, you mean.

[ Oh look, there it is again. ]

[bossily]

[She doesn't bother outwardly sighing. She keeps it allllll inside.]

Brilliant, weird...two sides of the same coin, in your case.

[Pause.]

Anyway! I've been thinking about heading back to the 80s sometime. I was born in them, the later part, anyway. So I'm a bit partial.

[It will be hours later when Clara realizes she should've specified 1980's Earth.]

[cluttered]

You know, I actually haven't been there much. More... 60s and 70s, and then the 21st century. Or way into the future or past.

[bossily]

Well, now's a perfect time to start, don't you think?

[Come on, come on! She darts forward to take hold of his hand again, and this time she's the one to try dragging him.]

[cluttered]

[ Wow okay okay he's coming. ]

Now's an as good time as any.

[bossily]

Alright, then. 1980's, something...wintery. Snow and everything!

[She might be a little bossy, oops.]

One time I thought about asking you, well - older you, if yetis were real. Never got around to it, he distracted me with what was supposed to be a trip to Las Vegas. He overshot the landing just a bit, and we ended up underwater in 1983. Not a good year, let's not give it a second go.

[cluttered]

Then I'll tell you instead.

[ He pulls ahead in front of her, bending down to look straight into her eyes. ]

Yetis are real.

[bossily]

Have you actually seen one, or are you just saying that to appease me?

[Because really, she knows he'd do it.]

[cluttered]

[ He looks affronted that she'd even think that. ]

I've seen them! Twice. They were in the London Underground the second time around. And I suppose, technically they're robots and not living creatures, but that's the best you'll get.

[bossily]

It's always robots with you, isn't it. The Cybermen, the Daleks...

[Sigh. ]

Suppose it's better that way, in the end. No chance of random yeti attacks whenever I visit the Himalayas someday.

[cluttered]

Do you want to see one? Inactive, obviously. I could probably arrange it; I've got contacts.

[ Chances are UNIT's kept one around. ]

[bossily]

[Thinking it over, thinking it overrrrrr...

A grin overtakes her face, and she eagerly nods.]

You, me, and an inactive yeti. Sounds like your idea of a date, Doctor.

[Oh look over there, it's the TARDIS Or something she's going to trot on ahead and get arguing with the grumpy lovely blue box out of the way now.]

[cluttered]

[ While she does that, he fishes the key out of his pocket. If she pays attention when he comes up to the doors to unlock them, she'll see it's a bit different.

So is the interior that he gently nudges her into. And back into his pocket goes the key as he walks over to the console and closes the doors again. Then he turns around to face her, hands in his pockets. ]

Welcome to my TARDIS.

[ Since no doubt it looks at least a little different than it does when she's from. New incarnations tend to want renewal. ]

[bossily]

[She does take notice of the key difference, not that she's actually seen her Doctor use one all that often. The TARDIS seems more or less to work as simply as a snap of his fingers or a silent request, so she's a little impatient by the time he finally gets the doors open.

The second he nudges her inside, she takes off at a merry prance, excited to see the famili -

Wait.

Nothing here is familiar at all. Frowning in concern, her eyes go wide as she looks all around. But hey, if the Doctor can regenerate, so can a TARDIS, she figures. And with that thought in mind, she glances over at the Doctor with a nervous chuckle and a slight smile and launches into motion.

She trails around the outskirts of the console room, fingers touching at the white walls. She darts over to the console, peering at how very different it is than what she's used to.]

It's so...white. I'm used to blue. Blue and silver. Lots of blue. But white is good too, it's just so...well, white.

[Oh look, a button! She has a perfectly innocent look on her face as she moves to press it curiously.]

[cluttered]

Blue? I'm not so sure about-- Don't touch that!

[ He surges forward and slaps her hand away, shaking his finger in her face. ]

Hands. Off. The console.

[bossily]

[Oh good. Slapping at her hands or head and treating her like a dog or small child isn't just a her Doctor thing. It transcends regenerations. Lovely. She's so used to it, she just scoffs in amusement, reaching up to wrap a hand around that finger of his. She gives it a tight squeeze, eyes locking onto his defiantly.]

Older you lets me press buttons.

[Under direct supervision where he's literally standing pressed up behind her, but still.]

[cluttered]

[ Wow no don't do that who does that-- Pulls at. ]

I highly doubt it.

[bossily]

Oh, so you think I'm the sort that'd come onto your spaceship then lie about being allowed to press buttons.

[So not amused. Arms crossing over her chest now.]

[cluttered]

Yes. At least pressing them like that.

[ He gestures at the console with his hand, flaps it about a bit. So recklessly like that; he wouldn't allow it. Ever. Doesn't want something exploding.

But anyway, he has a UNIT HQ to get to, so he moves to get the TARDIS dematerialised. ]

[bossily]

Right, so show me how you like your buttons to be pressed.

[Eyebrows waggle, and she laughs as she bounds away to take up looking on the other side of the console. They're in the process of getting where they need to go, so she lets the Doctor do his thing as she looks around the console room further. She prances her way over to peek down the hallway that usually leads off to places like the swimming pool or the library, but doesn't leave the Doctor's sight.]

[cluttered]

[ That comment? Flies right over his head. He's probably not listening at all. For all that he seems to be everywhere, he's very focused once he gets going on something, especially flying the TARDIS, or trying to understand the molecular structure of something entirely new. In his time, there's a lot of examining that he won't really need to do in the future. But anyway.

Coordinates are set and they're on their way. This will take a little while, and hopefully it goes smoother than it often tends to. No interferences. Then he finally seems to come out of it and looks over at Clara. ]

What does my future have in there, then?

[bossily]

Things.

[Clara avoids talking about his future or anything in it at all with a very simple answer that isn't a lie because things is a perfectly valid response. She gently presses a hand to the wall of the TARDIS, leaving it there for a moment. It's hard to believe that this is really the same thing she and the Doctor travel in so far in this Doctor's future. It's an almost dizzying thought, so she's a bit more sober and calm as she makes her way back over to stand at his side.]

Anything and everything could be in there, you'll just have to wait and see.

[cluttered]

[ Okay, to be fair, he should have expected that answer. Doesn't stop him from pouting, though. ]

Fine. But tell me one thing; how old am I when you travel with me?

[ How long does he have to wait. ]