001 | brand new day |

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ))

Comments

[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

It will one day. I want to believe that some day people won't let something like where on Earth they were born stop them from wanting to connect to others.

[ She smiles softly to negate his frown. ]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ He looks to the side for a moment then back at her. Then he taps her nose. ]

Maybe you humans can do it, eh?

[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

I'm sure of it!

[ Usagi folds her hands behind her back and then grins at the nose tap. ]

It'll take effort, but we can.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should be the one to show them that.

[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

That's the plan anyway!

[ She will. She has to. She wants to. ]

So, what else is there about the Spaceships?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Depends on the race, the time, the culture. The planet! There are people called the Weave. They're literally made of yarn. Even their ship is!

[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

Made of yarn?

[ Okay. She's been following so far, but that? Yeah. She's not following. ]

Are you pulling my leg?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

No! I was slapped by one!

[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

Slapped.. by yarn people. Did that even hurt?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Well of course it did!

[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

You must meet a lot of interesting people then, don't you?