onepassingnight | 001 | brand new day |

[ It's an unfamiliar site that you find yourself in tonight. An impossible room with different colors and glass floors, staircases that seem to go nowhere. At the center of the room is a column made of glass with panels filled with nonsense items: a typewriter, levers, hot and cold handles, even a phone! There's even a monitor hanging from the ceiling next to the man dressed in a tweet jacket and a bowtie. ]

No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion... it doesn't make any sense! You're giving me nonsense, old girl, absolute babble! I know that the transfer might of been a bit confusing and backwards for you, but, no data whatsoever? What sort of nasty thing have you got in your time rotor this time?

[ Suddenly the man stops and turns and looks at you. He glances to the sides, shifting slightly, his hands flexing into small fists as he steps towards the edge of the glass ramp. ]

How did you get in here? No one can just walk into the TARDIS.

((ooc: intro post! ♥ this is a dream taking place within the console room of the TARDIS. if you have any questions regarding it, lemmie know! and, he doesn't know he's dreaming just yet. ))

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You lose who you are. You sacrifice yourself for that future.

['I want to do what I have to, but I want to stay myself.' 'Men lose themselves trying the same. What makes you think you're different?'

It's the same old theme. She really never comes far, does she? Mercury glances downward, briefly, introspective for just that moment.]

Is that sacrifice worthwhile?

That depends on the future.

[A nod. He's right, of course.

And some things are worth it. That was the choice she made. When the future was destruction, sacrificing everything was fine if it prevented that.

Only... if it could have been resolved another way after all, what then? Is it enough to say 'I did the best with what I knew'? Is she fine with that?

These are questions that never bothered her at first, and she hates that they bother her now. Irritably, she snaps herself out of it.]

If there's a future that's worth it, I'll go for that future no matter what. I won't wait for a fate I don't want to see.

Then that is your choice. Don't let others change your mind.

[She's supposed to be like that, confident in her decisions, shrugging off the consequences for the sake of the benefits.

It's harder, in practice, she's learned. It's harder for that earnest girl who always questioned herself and her motives. Hadn't she gotten rid of that?]

I don't let others change my mind. I do what I decide.

Then why did you need reassurance?

[If she could answer that...

It's because she's not what she should be - a failure, Mio had never tired of reminding her in Econtra - and it left behind these ridiculous uncertainties she doesn't even understand herself.

She seems to consider the question awhile before her answer.]

It's not that I need it. But maybe I wanted it, for a moment.

Only for a moment?

Only for a moment.

[She gives a derisive smile directed at herself.]

A moment I won't repeat.

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I'm sure.

You sound doubtful. [She challenges him quickly.]

I am. Not that it matters much.

You can think so if you want.

[She's used to people refusing to believe she can amount to something, accomplish something, do what she says she can do.

And she's used to showing them otherwise.]

Right then. Change of topic. How do we wake up?

The same way we wake up any time. Just wait - or struggle your way to consciousness.

[She takes a certain, small amount of pleasure in the latter idea.]

Aren't you just the lovely sort of girl.

[What should make her lovely? What should make her want to be soft and kind and friendly?

It hadn't brought her anywhere, it hadn't been worth anything, it had led only to loneliness, abandonment, and betrayal.]

I'm fine not being lovely.

Odd. Most girls love being lovely.

Do I really need to tell you I'm not most girls?

No. Though, I think you are. Somewhere down under all those layers.

I didn't cover those parts of myself.

[She's facing away as she says it, and angles her body back partway towards the Doctor again to continue.]

I threw them away. They have nothing to do with me now.

Right, yeah. Of course. Like you can just throw parts of you away like they're unwanted limbs.

We already throw away those limbs when they're no use to us or will hurt us to keep them.

[Mercury tilts her head slightly, resulting in a challenging look to the Doctor.]

Why not this, too?