[rp] open post

[thetenthstorm]

Drop an opener. Picture prompts are my fav. Quotes! Whatev!

I can BS stuff and ship most things but unless we're treating things as "established" anything with the Doctor is slowburn because LMFAO....... yeah.

Seriously though if you give me no direction it might end up completed Effed Up from what you may've been imagining =) Even genre could help.

Juuuuuuust sayin'.

Other Notes:
-No smut. I am shit at writing smut lol.
-My default canon point is post-Waters of Mars, pre-EoT, so if you want anything else you'll need to mention!

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[thetenthstorm]

[He's not sure he wants to give him an answer. There's a part of him that wants to open the door, soak in the familiar it's bigger on the inside, but he's not even sure the TARDIS would let the man in.

Why was he brought here?

He doesn't budge.] It's really quite tedious, you know. [He sounds disinterested.] Disappear in one spot, materialize in another. Pop through the time vortex. It's certainly not common, so it isn't a surprise that you haven't heard of it.

[coldhardfacts]

That hardly sounds tedious. It could inspire entire fields of study.

[He'd probably be taking notes, if he had a clipboard with him. Instead, he's musing aloud as he regards the TARDIS, trying to work out how all this works.]

So you've developed some manner of technology to pierce through to a realm where time is malleable and multidirectional, then--either able to be controlled and directed in some manner, or at least harnessed and navigated, with some degree of reliability if not complete accuracy and safety. Either your ship or the metaphysical forces of that realm can be ascribed some manner of sentience and agency, if you assume you were brought here for a reason, or you're anthropomorphizing and giving meaning to pure random chance. Clearly it's not purely metaphysical manipulation, if you need a ship in the first place.....

[thetenthstorm]

[He really REALLY doesn't want it to inspire entire fields of study.

He was listening, truly, and then some of it sinks in, and then he's just thinking of the Master, and he's feeling tired, old, and angry, and nothing else that Vexen rambles about matters to him.

Even if perhaps there might be some truth that his ship isn't as sentient as he sometimes leads himself to believe, putting hundreds of years of his personal baggage onto it.] Time isn't something to be controlled. It exists. It is. It's protected. [By him.] Whatever you think, whatever you hypothesize, know that.

[coldhardfacts]

I'm not the one with an affinity for chronomantic manipulation. Without some understanding of the technology your ship runs on, I'd most likely never be able to do much more than theorize at best.

[Vexen waves a hand dismissively at the warning; don't worry, Ten, his interest (for the moment, at least) is purely academic. Even if it weren't, he's aware that he can only do so much without a starting point.]