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❝Why is it that those with the most power are often the weakest?❞ || MDNI || #DWRP
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❝I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you. Or anybody that decides that I'm of use.❞ ┃ #DWRP

━ Valerie Tyler; The Big Bad Wolf; The Doctor's Daughter.
━ Trigger Warning; Adult themes ahead!
━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.
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It's also *my* directive to assist!
Query User's meaning.
(Giggles. Burying her face in her knees to muffle it.)

Y'know, we have a LOT in common!
"Thank you."

She kept her hands behind her, getting a closer look at him. It doesn't hurt her neck quite as much this way. Looking up had been painful.

She's studying him. Curiosity shining in her eyes.

"I like your hair." She commented eventually, realizing she'd been staring too intensely.
She giggled and shrugged.

"Oh, I'm used to that. But, um, why have machines that can travel in time and space and just... stay put? That doesn't make sense."
"Yes, they did. He has a reputation for being unconventional and rebellious. Most Time Lords prefer keeping to Gallifrey. The Doctor and I are among the few to travel the universe.

As for the other Time Lords...you're not missing much. Most of them are very arrogant and tend to be condescending."
"Reputation?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"So... they knew of him? The others? I don't really, uh, know much about other Time Lords."
"Reputation?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"So... they knew of him? The others? I don't really, uh, know much about other Time Lords."
"I knew him by reputation before the other Time Lords sent me to keep an eye on him during my first incarnation. At first, I was a little critical of how different he was, but over time, I learned to respect him deeply."
"Of course, m —"

She almost groaned in frustration, but instead bit her tongue. She could do it. She's done it before.

"You, uh, knew him before you traveled with him, right?"
". . . Okay."

She took a few steps back, hands firmly clasped behind her back.

"What about now? I'm just trying to get a good look at your face and you're, like, a bazillion feet taller than me!"

"You'd be surprised!"

Tiny sneer. He is NOT going to comply.
Blink.

Blink.

"Why do you think I want --?! We just met!"
"Of course, m —"

She almost groaned in frustration, but instead bit her tongue. She could do it. She's done it before.

"You, uh, knew him before you traveled with him, right?"
"Well, if you're sure. You can trust me, though, Valerie. I've known the Doctor for a long time."

*She rested one hand on Valerie's reassuringly while holding the coffee in the other.*
"No, no! It's not you, m ---" Flinches. "It's not you, I promise."
"No, no! It's not you, m ---" Flinches. "It's not you, I promise."
*She noticed the panic in Valerie's eyes and felt a twinge of guilt.*

"I'm sure I said something wrong. I'm sorry."
"I..."

Her eyes flash in panic, but she hid it underneath a smile.

"Right. Sorry, I forgot you wanted that."
Blink.

Blink.

"Why do you think I want --?! We just met!"

Dramatically waves his hands in front of his face.

"No no-! I'm already spoken for, you may not access any of my orifices!!!"
Indifference? She can work with indifference.

Squinting up at him. Then:
"Can you bend down a little please, sir?"
(Giggles. Burying her face in her knees to muffle it.)

Y'know, we have a LOT in common!
/ / / - - - / / / - - - / / / - - - PROCESSING . . .

It is JUNOBOT's directive to assist, provided that it does not cause harm to the Signora.
No, it wasn't the question.

The question is: Why do you keep helping me?
"I..."

Her eyes flash in panic, but she hid it underneath a smile.

"Right. Sorry, I forgot you wanted that."
"If you're the Doctor's daughter, you certainly are. And please, call me Romana."
"Don't worry about me, ma'am. I'm tougher than I look, y'know?"

She tugged her legs closer to herself.
Indifference? She can work with indifference.

Squinting up at him. Then:
"Can you bend down a little please, sir?"

He remains... remarkably indifferent!
Oh, now he's captured her interest.
(That's not a good thing.)
No, it wasn't the question.

The question is: Why do you keep helping me?
Query if that was the question.
Y'know, that reminds me! Can I ask you a question?
"Don't worry about me, ma'am. I'm tougher than I look, y'know?"

She tugged her legs closer to herself.
"Alright, I just didn't want to leave you cold."

*She smiled as she gratefully accepted the cup of coffee and sat next to her.*
She nodded, smiling up at her with genuine eyes. Even as she's shivering.

"Mmhm! It's not *that* cold."
Y'know, that reminds me! Can I ask you a question?
JUNOBOT has no opinion or preference; these would be organic ideals. JUNOBOT simply follows the lines of code and data which power it. Thus, JUNOBOT cannot hate, nor can it condemn hate. However, logically, it is sub-optimal to hate. JUNOBOT has no 'dislikes', except those of its Creator.
I don't. . . Maybe you're right. I don't know. You probably know more about this than I do.
Oh, now he's captured her interest.
(That's not a good thing.)

Enough to wrap around and coil within whole universes... multiple times...
. . . Really?

How tall can he get?
She nodded, smiling up at her with genuine eyes. Even as she's shivering.

"Mmhm! It's not *that* cold."
"I can tolerate it because I'm...well, I was used to it. I haven't been back to Gallifrey in decades.

Are you sure you can stay warm without it?"
"Oh, fuck that. I'm not built for hot either."

She scrunched up her nose.

"Do you want...?" She offered up the cup of coffee. "It's warm. It'll help."
I don't. . . Maybe you're right. I don't know. You probably know more about this than I do.
Anger does not often persist. It is common for illogical species, commonly biological, to move to and from anger regularly in their lives, time smoothing it down, weakening it, until it is a dull weight. However, there are some angers which are strengthened by time. If it survives, it is hatred.
(Staring into space, processing this.)

Huh. Never thought about it that way.
. . . Really?

How tall can he get?

This is one of his smaller forms, actually!
Stares in 4'11.

Wow, he's GIANT.
"Oh, fuck that. I'm not built for hot either."

She scrunched up her nose.

"Do you want...?" She offered up the cup of coffee. "It's warm. It'll help."
*She smiled and chuckled.*

"Most of it is a desert. It's sort of like the Serengeti. I'm not built for the cold either. I don't think any Gallifreyan is."
She giggled softly, shaking her head.

"Well, um... I don't know what the weather's like on Gallifrey, but I do know that I grew up in a temperature controlled environment. I'm not built for the cold!"
(Staring into space, processing this.)

Huh. Never thought about it that way.
Analysis of literature which JUNOBOT has access to concludes that time is commonly analogized as a flowing body of water. If anger is as a stone in this body of water, there are then two options: The stone is softened into a pebble, and eroded, or it is compounded and hardened; it is cementized.
That...

Sir....

Maybe re-think that plan? It's, uh, not the best I've heard but not every idea is a winner!
In the wake of the carnage, Time Lord kind shall ascend beyond the ruins of creation and live in perpetuity as beings of consciousness alone.
And there's nobody there to *enjoy* that peace.

So how does that help anybody?
━ could be a dangerous subject to touch, she didn't want to tempt fate. She LIKED him.

"Since you're the guest, you get to pick when we go. Forward or backward?"
"Thank you! She's my best friend, y'know?"

The doors swung shut without her even glancing towards them. Valerie, meanwhile, dropped his hand so she could head over to the console and run her fingers over it.

She noticed that he had a strange reaction. But, she decided not to ask. Her father ━
As her TARDIS came into clear view for the older man’s slightly wonky vision, he couldn’t help but feel just a little uneasy at the sight of what he suspected was THAT TARDIS.

Surely it wasn’t…?

Req couldn’t be entirely sure. He had never set foot in it before, but even in his universe -
━ those semantics didn't matter as much.

When she walked up, the doors opened on their own, the machine welcoming her with a happy hum.

"I brought a friend! Be nice to him!" She said to the ship. Less sternly.
(Silently nods.)
Query if User is familiar with processes of erosion.
. . . A *pebble?*

You're gonna have to explain that one to me, Junobot.