spaceshadowfax | First Vworp -- Action+V

[A; 1338 Benny Street, 7:45 am]

[This morning there's something notably different about the drone. Namely new hair, an entirely new body shape and a new face. One her new "husband" may find startlingly familiar as she rolls over.

How could he ever forget his old girl?]

[B; 1338 Benny Street, 8 am]

[Good morning, children! As you enter the kitchen you'll find a lovely breakfast set up just for the three of you- ahaha, no not really. What you'll really find is a strange woman in a nightgown trying to figure out how to work the toaster. There may be licking involved.]

[C; Phone, open to all Mayfield, around 9 am]

Mayfield, is it? A town on Earth sometime in the nineteen fifties that is somehow jamming my systems enough to keep from leaving. That in itself isn't such a problem. The Doctor and I have gotten out of much worse situations.

But throwing me back in this human body and expecting me to play mother to three brand new strays and my thief? Just keeping him in one piece is difficult in and of itself. The morning isn't half over and already he's fallen out of bed, nearly tripped down the stairs twice and broken something. How he's survived this long is a complete mystery to me.

I suppose I should introduce myself though. Hello, Mayfield, I'm...Sexy.

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[She should feel ridiculous. She's a ship. Ships don't get giddy and smile and feel so elated over getting to hold a conversation.

But she is.

And she's suddenly so happy, at least for the time being.]

I did...and you corrected me and I took note of it.

You'll get it right next time.

[And now he's hugging her pressing his face into her neck, his chest against hers, all spaces closed.]

[Oh. SO this is what a hug feels like. This is...much different from having him drape himself all over her console.

WHAT IS THE INPUT COMMAND FOR HUGGING?]

[LALALA HUGGING.

and kinda snuggling because she's warm.]

[Alright, she can figure this out. She's seen him hug his strays for centuries, it can't be that difficult. Arms over his shoulders, chin against his...temple?]

Am I doing this right?

Close enough.

[ohh, but they are rather close aren't they. and in a deep state of undress. or at least he is. Intersting.]

This is much more difficult than it looks.

[They are indeed. And Sexy is clueless for the most part.]

...Slightly. A bit. Yes.

[He wiggles, a flush creeping up his cheeks, and his eyes keep darting to her chest.]

[Too bad for 1950s nightgowns, huh, Doctor?]

Doctor, you're talking to my chest cavity.

[Blushiiiing.]

I am not.

Yes, you are.

Absolutely am not.

Your eyes were most definitely below my neckline.

Well!

Not anymore!

But you were.

[She's going to tease him now. Teasing is cool. ]

[Sniffing and pinching his nose.]

I was just thinking! Got distracted. Nothing unusual.

And what exactly was going on in that overly long head of yours?

...Thoughts.

[Yeah not going to look at her, keep on nose pitching...]

You're much more difficult to deal with when I have no inkling over what's going to happen next.

Welcome to my world. Now you know what it's liked to be yanked around.

I only 'yanked you around' when it was necessary.

[And sometimes when he annoyed her.]

Which was far too often for my tastes. You need to learn some manners ah...

[He sniffs and sneezes again, jerking forward and instinctively reaching out to grip her for support. This ends up with him with his arms around her neck and his face in her chest.]

...Bless you.

[Doctor, what are you even.]

...Thanks. And shut up.

[But he's not exactly making efforts to move.]

[Oh, you beautiful idiot. She rolls her eyes and strokes the back of his head.]

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