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. ))

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[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

New York?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at that, remembering Peter's New York dream.] Only if we can get hotdogs.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

We can definitely get hot dogs. And see the sites! Blimey, I haven't been to New York since the Great Depression.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I piggybacked someone else's New York dream, but I've never seen the real deal.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Well, if what you say is true, it wouldn't be real New York. Just the one made up of my memories in my dream.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I wonder if it'll be different from Peter's.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Might be. Depends on the time frame, I suppose. Any particular point in time you want to see?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. With the time swish. So, we could see really old New York? Old York.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Pre-Revolution?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

That sounds dangerous. [She doesn't sound dissuaded by the fact.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Right then. Pre... let's see you look 20th Century, so early 20th Century! Avoiding all the wars, of course.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She nods, thinking that sounds pretty good.] Okay.

Are you always traveling or do you live somewhere and somewhen?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

The TARDIS is my home. I guess that makes me an intergalatic time traveling homeless person.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

There are worse things to be than homeless. [She says it like a person with homelessness experience.]

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

A genocidal maniac for one. If we are just listing the possibilities of things that are worse than being homeless.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh, what about a three-headed pus monster? I would so rather be homeless.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

They are actually quite nice once you get to know them.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I guess I've never given them the chance they deserve. In my defense, they were usually trying to eat someone I at least kind of liked.