And if, as promised by the box, there is a bubble blower inside, it is greeted with almost as much glee as the quantum tunneling device. The Doctor is a Time LordLady Lord of simple taste (translated here to mean 'easily distractable').
Her reply is scribbled on a couple post-its stuck together at the sticky bits.
Brax:
Oh, those are fun, too, but there's a lot to be said for the running! Cardiovascular exercise, for one.
And what else did you find out about her?
- θ
The last two lines are a little squashed, due to space problems.
Of course there is a bubble blower inside. Think of who is giving this box.
To help her stock up on her supplies. The top one has his note.
Thete:
I've taken up jazzercize.
Homicidal, obviously. No programming that compels her to the truth, apparently. Fairly transparent in her lies and manipulation. She's eager to get test subjects for some reason.
A collector! Who could decide that bubble blowers are extremely collectable.
Her next note is not cramped, but it is stained slightly with soap. The Doctor enjoys thin film interference in action! Also, it's sent with this vase, because it was sitting around and she'd kept meaning to send it to him.
Brax:
You're joking, I hope?
Her programmers weren't fans of Asimov's Rules, I gather. What does she look like?
He is very pleased to get this vase. He will even keep it in his rooms.
The letter comes on the inside of a map to Atlantis. There's some old writing on the side with a list of rare artefacts. They have all been checked off.
Thete:
When am I not?
Apparently. I haven't seen her, only remote drones and the like.
To congratulate him on his apparent win, she sends him a deerstalker cap and a magnifying glass, along with a sticker - you know, the brightly-coloured sort you get for high marks when you're teeny.
Thete:
Oh, so you've taken on stand-up comedy now?
Well, then. What did the drones look like?
Or her programmers were very, very fond of cake. Perhaps I ought to bring her a piece and see what happens.
She'll put it in the Wardrobe somewhere. One of her regenerations is bound to like it probably her Sixth.
She was going to send him a very dapper hat, but decided she really just liked it too much to part with it. So he gets a copy of Making Money, signed by the author (naturally), with a somewhat puzzling aside to an Irving Braxiatel.
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not_theman_iwas) wrote2010-03-27 08:58 pm
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LordLadyLord of simple taste (translated here to mean 'easily distractable').Her reply is scribbled on a couple post-its stuck together at the sticky bits.
Brax:
Oh, those are fun, too, but there's a lot to be said for the running! Cardiovascular exercise, for one.
And what else did you find out about her?
- θ
The last two lines are a little squashed, due to space problems.
no subject
To help her stock up on her supplies. The top one has his note.
Thete:
I've taken up jazzercize.
Homicidal, obviously. No programming that compels her to the truth, apparently. Fairly transparent in her lies and manipulation. She's eager to get test subjects for some reason.
She keeps mentioning cake.
-B
None of his writing his squashed, obviously.
no subject
Her next note is not cramped, but it is stained slightly with soap. The Doctor enjoys thin film interference in action! Also, it's sent with this vase, because it was sitting around and she'd kept meaning to send it to him.
Brax:
You're joking, I hope?
Her programmers weren't fans of Asimov's Rules, I gather. What does she look like?
Perhaps she's peckish?
- θ
no subject
The letter comes on the inside of a map to Atlantis. There's some old writing on the side with a list of rare artefacts. They have all been checked off.
Thete:
When am I not?
Apparently. I haven't seen her, only remote drones and the like.
I can't doubt it.
-B
no subject
Thete:
Oh, so you've taken on stand-up comedy now?
Well, then. What did the drones look like?
Or her programmers were very, very fond of cake. Perhaps I ought to bring her a piece and see what happens.
- θ
no subject
The next present is because he couldn't think of anyone else who would like it.
Thete:
One has to pay the bills.
One had an eyeball in it. The others were sleek, tiny things. Very iPod-style. I imagine she's early 21st century.
Fond of cake and not the Three Laws? Don't let yourself get killed.
-B
no subject
probably her Sixth.She was going to send him a very dapper hat, but decided she really just liked it too much to part with it. So he gets a copy of Making Money, signed by the author (naturally), with a somewhat puzzling aside to an Irving Braxiatel.
Brax:
Do tell me when your next appearance is.
Really? How very... very interesting.
Oh, I'm better at this sort of thing than that.
- θ