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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Yes! ... No. But, if it helps, yes.

Since you said no, i'm not sure if it helps anymore.

You would be surprised at how many that helps. Now then! Question is, how to get you where you belong.

Probably be easier to answer that question if I knew how I got here in the first place.

Quite possibly... [ He pokes Peter's head. ]

[ ajkdfsa that was unexpected. Peter almost laughs, shifting slightly to avoid another poke. ] I'll wake up eventually, don't worry about it.

Well, the good news is! You're human. Humanish. Bone structure isn't all funny despite the dream... so, it's realistic dreams. I love realistic dreams. It usually means something bad hasn't happened.

The world hasn't ended yet-- at least there's that.

I've been to the end of the universe. It's nothing.

Literally, you mean?

Yes!

... Right. I'm not sure that's all that comforting. But yeah, at least it's a good dream.

It means things go on.

They always do.

You don't seem to be going on.

Trying to get me out of your hair, huh.

Not the sort of 'going on' I meant.

Oh, you mean- The something else's.

Yes! The something else's.

[ he sighs, counting the seconds before: ] ... My brother was killed. A few months ago. And then I needed his murderer's help to save thousands of people, except I got stuck inside of his head, in some alternate subconscious reality for I don't even know how many years. Turned out it was only about half a day.

That was just a couple weeks ago. The entire year hasn't been the easiest.

I'm sorry. [ He says it sincerely, reaching up and putting a hand on Peter's shoulder. ]

Thanks. [ He appreciates it, even working himself up to a faint smile. ]

Finding someone to make you smile is usually the first step.

That's the hard part most days.

It gets easier.

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