Changes [Elita]

[TARDIS]

Time was irrelevant when you were a time machine. She only counters the distances between time that were relevant. The time the Doctor left and came back and the time in between a human or Timelord’s proper eating habits, time was irrelevant otherwise. She didn’t need to keep track of time when she was time. The Time Vortex was just pure time, connecting the time streams together in a graceful cloud of electricity and many other factors. Time was, to the TARDIS, a non existent thing that she needn’t really worry about. But the humans used the word ‘time’ a lot. Time heals all wounds. It takes Time. Life is all about timing. For the first time in her existence, after been grown and piloted, time had suddenly become of some important relevance. With her own vast knowledge, the TARDIS had been the companion to the Doctor for a very long time now. Almost nine hundred years of flying, regeneration after regeneration. Through the best and worst of times. So the timing with this had to be perfect. Perfection was, even she knew, hard to achieve with something so fragile.

After crashing in the yard of Amy Pond, the TARDIS scrambled to complete new repairs. Every fiber of her being looking to right the wrongs of the Doctor’s violent regeneration that nearly killed her in the process, the fires that were set, the damage her hardware took. The older the Timelord, she supposed, the more violet the cell regeneration became. She didn’t know that for sure, Type-40s were obsolete before her previous owner ever had to regenerate. The Doctor was her first encounter; the first ten times hadn’t proved to be a real problem. It was this eleventh that seemed to cause such mass complications. But due to her complete crash she began doing overall repairs. Overall as in completely and utterly, she had managed to fix the chameleon circuit enough that her outer boxlike shape could become invisible, but that was unnecessary when the perception filter was in place. She eventually fixed a communication outlet, which allowed her to take a humanistic form, much like the Timelord and his companions. But that was irrelevant, and then she did it. She fixed her chameleon circuit completely. Not fully tested, but the biochecks confirmed that she should be able to scan the area and change her shape. What that shape would be, she’d yet to discover.

Elita was back on the ship. Nervously, the holographic form solidified in place on the TARDIS floor just outside the Timelady’s quarters. She flattened out the white dress as if it were made of real fabric in this form. But the mere projection was nothing solid, merely an image. Elita was the only one who knew she could be in this form, and the form that she was going to test when the Doctor next left her behind. Everything had to be tested before presenting it to the Doctor. However, she felt…worried that the Doctor wouldn’t approve of his brilliant time machine. Her vibrant blue eyes lowered to the floor before they raised to the door of the chambers. ”Elita…” her voice was timid, ”May I speak with you?” She was speaking out of courtesy, she could have easily unlock or lock the door herself, open or close it. This was her helm after all.

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 560
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: <3 Yay first post!
Made by TARDIS

[Elita]

I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elita was sitting in her room, reading a book that she had found in the library. It was an interesting subject, as it pertained to the history of Gallifrey and the society known as Time Lords. She had learned a lot about her race and her home world, and she had just only read the first chapter. She can’t wait to read more, and thus she was currently engaged in this activity. She would rather much be in the console room with the Doctor and Amy, but she felt that they needed to have a private talk to themselves. One that she wasn’t around to hear. She was just a novice Time Lord after all, and she really did not know much compared to the Doctor. So this is why she was reading this very educational book.

She was just about to start chapter two, when something told her to pause. It was as if something was going to happen that would take her attention away from her very interesting borrowed book. Not that she minded of course, but she just wished that whatever it was would hurry up and happen. She really wanted to return to her book. However, she knew that as soon as she discards this feeling and returns to her reading that whatever is suppose to happen will. So instead she sighed, and marked her place in the book before setting it down on the nearby surface used for such things. She smirked when she felt the TARDIS approach her room, and she folded her hands in her lap and waited.

”Elita… May I speak with you?”

Elita smiled warmly at the feminine voice that was the voice of the ship. She was a bit surprised when it appeared before her the first time in her humanoid form. She nearly dropped her sonic screwdriver and lost it down below. She was trying to get a reading from a trace of chemical residue she had come across earlier. She was of course honored that she had chosen her to appear like that first. She would honestly think that she would show the Doctor before her. They had after all, had a long history. She was nothing but an infant compared to those two in terms of a relationship. She of course was made to promise to keep this information to herself, until the ship deemed it the right time to inform the others. She nodded her head in answer to the question, before thinking that the ship might not see her. ”Yes, TARDIS. What is on your mind?” She asked a bit worried over the ship. She had never asked to speak with her before, and wondered what was on the ship‘s ‘mind‘.

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I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution

TIME :: Who knows? They are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 456
NOTES :: What does the TARDIS want to talk about?
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

Yes, Elita was the only one who really knew that her repairs were mostly finished. She thought the looked rather Gallifreyan. Or to a human she looked human, to a Gallifreyan she could look Gallifreyan. She was aiming for Gallifreyan however, it was what was programmed into her database. Yet every companion, more or less, had either been Time Lady or Female human. She supposed she was aiming to suit the Doctor’s tastes as a companion. She wanted him to like what she had done. And that’s where her problem arose. He never really liked people muddling with the TARDIS making changes that he didn’t authorize, he never was really found of people telling him how to work her or how to run her. She didn’t like being flown by anyone else really, because no one seemed to know what they were doing. Well, aside from the other Timelords and Ladies, she knew there weren’t any alive. Well…she thought that. Gallifrey had called all the Timelords back, even the exiles, for the war. They needed all the fire power…she was there. Even the Master was there. But apparently through the fragments of time there were other Timelords. Elita was proof. As long as they didn’t plan to decommission her, steal her, or tear her from her Doctor, then she didn’t have a problem.

Elita was the first to know almost as a test run. Yes Elita mattered, but not as much as the Doctor mattered. True she probably would have felt obligated to show this new more efficient [in her opinion] form to the Doctor first. But TARDIS was inevitably frightened of his reaction. Despite what people thought the Ship was alive. And as a living organism of high intelligence and programming she easily developed a personality. Technically she was a cyborg, in lamence terms, except she was part living part Type-40 TT capsule. She could be loving, she could be temperamental, and she could get a good laugh every now and again. Even though she was a machine or ship, she was just as Alien and alive as everything out there. Self repairing, self flying, and high patience, just like every other companion. TARDIS’s bright blue eyes rose to Elita, ”Mind if I come in?” she questioned, though she really didn’t wait for an answer. The hologram vanished in front of Elita and began to pace behind her on the open space. Her fingers were pressed together and her eyes were on the floor. She could sense Elita’s concern, ”You needn’t worry. It is not of the utmost urgency…” she stopped pacing, her eyes on the door.

She had a dilemma.

”Elita. Am I normal? Do I appear to be correct?” she extended her arms. ”I have run the companion’s biogenetics over and over to assure that there are no drastic abnormalities.” she was rambling, much like her Doctor, ”I am concerned. That he will not approve.” she frowned, the eyes glimmering. ”I am concerned that by taking the obligation to fix what he could not he might be offended? Or perhaps that…” she twisted her hands together,
”I’m … afraid he will be cross with me.” she admitted, quieting down. ”Maybe I should cancel this programming and forget all about it.” she muttered, ”If he wanted the circuit fixed he would have done it…”

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 557
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: Oh the Woes of a Type-40
Made by TARDIS

[Elita]

I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elita was not completely sure of just what kind of connection a Time Lord has with a TARDIS. She is after all, not ‘connected’ to this one. Granted, she knows that this ship cares for her, and looks after her. But she belongs to the Doctor. Not her. She wondered if there was some offered explanation in the book that was currently closed on the table near her. She of course knew that it might have the answer she wants to her questions. Even though that she is a Time Lord, she still feels more like a companion than a ‘pilot’ to the ship that surrounds her. She didn’t know if the Doctor was linked to the ship, or if the ship was just very, very fond of him to the point that it would do just about anything to please him and keep him safe. She then began to wonder if she would ever have a relationship like that was a capsule of her own.

”Mind if I come in? You needn‘t worry. It is not of the utmost urgency…”

Before she could give her permission for the ship to enter, she had already gotten to the space behind her and began to pace. She suddenly knew that the ship was a bit worried about something. What she wasn‘t quite sure, but she had a feeling that she was soon going to find out. When the hologram stopped, she was facing the door and had her eyes upon it. It was as if she was making sure no one came in upon their talk. She found this behavior a bit odd, but she had learned since she was shown the human form of the ship that she shouldn‘t find this too surprising. Of course she was used to the noises the ship makes to communicate with them, if not the subtle vibrations in the structure that she and the Doctor could feel through the soles of their feet. If they were walking around barefooted. She of course knew that if she waited long enough, she would know what was on the ship‘s mind. She didn‘t have long to wait before finding out.

”Elita. Am I normal? Do I appear to be correct? I have run the companion‘s biogenetics over and over to assure that there are not drastic abnormalities. I am concerned. That he will not approve. I am concerned that by taking the obligation to fix what he could not he might be offended? Or perhaps that… I‘m … afraid he will be cross with me. Maybe I should cancel this programming and forget all about it. If he wanted the circuit fixed he would have done it…”

Elita was smiling wide in a very much Doctor fashion like he was listening to one of his assistants announce what he himself already knew. So she now knew what was the ship was thinking. It was wanting to impress him, and wanted her to make sure that the programming was correct. She knew that the ship wanted to look Gallifreyan, as it was of course Gallifreyan technology. She nodded her head in approval at the sight before her. The ship did indeed look Gallifreyan, and of course human. She got up and approached the hologram with the same smile on her face. ”Well first of all, you look human. You look Time Lord. Second he will approve, once he figures out the program. Figures out who you are. And third, well I think he didn‘t fix the chameleon circuit because… Well because we thought that you preferred to disguise yourself as a blue police box. Diagnosis has shown that the circuit scans the surroundings as normal, but always ends up as the familiar blue box.” She attempted to tell TARDIS what the Doctor and her thought about the circuit, and smiled warmly at her. ”If you wish, I can stand by and jump in to deter his crossness from you…” She offered in hopes of making the ship feel somewhat better about her decisions.

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I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution

TIME :: Who knows? They are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 675
NOTES :: Had to use the Lady Christina and Doctor interaction upon learning that he was a Time Lord.
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

The TARDIS seemingly affectionate and human side was a product of a nurtured psychology. The TARDIS had recalled and recorded the emotions of the companions that had come beyond those doors. Love, hate, compassion, misery, anger, and many other emotions that seemed to make what humans were humans. Though that was no real replacement from her own emotions that she developed after cramming together the ones she had learned. The option was really invalid, she either succeeded in pleasing the Doctor or she failed. So the uneasiness was based on the fact that she wasn’t she if her casual objected was successful or not. She hadn’t yet discovered what his reaction to it would be. Until she felt like it was the right time, she didn’t want to say anything. But the morale boost from a fellow Timelady was just what she thought she needed. Timelords and Ladies knew what they were talking about and when it came to the Type-40, she hoped Elita was mighty helpful.

The TARDIS, much like her Doctor, never let room for the companion to speak, more of rambled on and on until every last fragment of data was turned into a sentence or a phrase. She finally stopped, mocking a deep intake of air even though she didn’t breathe, it was for show. She was trying to be a little bit more normal, more real, and people couldn’t talk without breathing. Though she almost believed that the Doctor could do it if he really put his mind to it. But she didn’t need to breathe, however she may make fun of human customs Elita’s smirk didn’t comfirm nor deny TARDIS of a feeling of ease. She didn’t need to see Elita to hear her, her eyes focused on the wall for a moment or two as she finished her rambling.

She noted Elita’s smile, noting it’s likeness to the man they were talking about. She stared at the woman, taking a moment to show utter confusion on her face before it melted away as Elita began to confirm her suspicious and her worry and then deny every last one of them as false data. TARDIS knew her newer form was efficient, the blue box was hard to conceal and the humanoid form allowed her to be functional and portable. No more losing her, thank you. This was beneficial. She smiled sheepishly, ”I do like the police box.” she didn’t purposefully keep it that way though. She was supposed to be running efficiently, ”But it’s not what the scans say and it’s not…correct. The perception filter fixes that though. But the program is broken, I needed to fix it, but I never had the time nor the power.” people see a big blue box in the middle of the street and they walked around it, never being too interested in it. That was the job of the filter. During the crash her emergency system kicked in and the repairs kicked themselves into overdrive and she had the ability to fix the chameleon circuit to a point before she ran out of energy. She still hadn’t tested it. But the upgrade was already completed and the programming had been done. The hologram program as well as a hopefully more efficient upgrade from the blue box. ”You are implying he will be cross.” the worried expression crossed her face again and her hands folded together. The Time Machine didn’t know what to think. The Doctor was so bipolar at times. She chewed on her lip, ”You think he will be cross?”

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 594
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: Lol Poor Elita having to deal with TARDIS
Made by TARDIS

[Elita]

I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elita sighed as she watched the hologram of the ship before her. She had to admit that the program was running correct. However, she wondered why she was asking her if she looked human enough. She wasn’t human, just like the Doctor or the ship. The best person to ask this question to would be Amy. However, the Scottish woman did not know that the TARDIS had updated it’s programming and fixed itself. Granted she had lived with said companion for fourteen years, and she still hasn’t quiet gotten the whole human thing down yet. Sure she knew what they looked like, how they should act, and what not. But she couldn’t BE human, not without help from the Chameleon Arch. And she sure did not want to go through that again. It was indeed painful. Too painful.

”I do like the police box. But it’s not what the scans say and it’s not…correct. The perception filter fixes that though. But the program is broken, I needed to fix it, but I never had the time nor the power.”

She shot straight up as if she was shocked, and she looked strangely like the Doctor when something should have been so obvious. Why didn’t she think of that?! She could have looked at the programming, figured out what was wrong with it, and gave the ship other choices for blending it. Don’t get her wrong, she like this new programming. But what if the Doctor deemed it too dangerous for the ship to accompany them? She would have needed to stay safe, and unnoticeable until they returned. She knew that without the TARDIS, there was no way out. Thus the ship must be kept safe. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she just did.

”You are implying he will be cross. You think he will be cross?”

Elita smacked her forehead in stupidity. Why did she have to offer to buffer the Doctor’s temper with the ship? She of course shook her head and approached the hologram, in hope what would be a comforting vibration. ”No, I don’t think he would be cross. If he were to be cross, it would be because he was confused on how this came to be. I think. That or frustrated that he was able to fix you. He could never be cross at you. He did once call you a sexy thing. And in my opinion, anyone who calls something or someone sexy couldn’t possibly get cross at them.” She answered the ship with a warm, comfortable smile. She hoped that this is what the ship needed to hear, for if it wasn’t then this was not going to turn out so well…

Other person talking
Thinking
Speaking

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I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution

TIME :: Who knows? They are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 452
NOTES :: Eleventh Hour; Doctor Who. “Look at you. Oh, you sexy thing, look at you!”
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

Besides being there and being able to see instead of feel the emotions and vibrations of the timelady’s beating heart, TARDIS was gaining a whole new perspective of her own corridors. This could use more dusting, that looked a bit shabby. All the while her main console was keeping them in flight and keeping the Doctor occupied while the holographic program was talking to Elita. She was a pro at multitasking it seemed, but even as she talked she seemed to drift off occasional. Her programming focusing on something else for a split moment. But she immediately would return her attention to Elita. It was still a task keeping in orbit and communicating. Even for her computer brain, she was multitasking to the top of her limits. The program that she was running was efficient and better for communication, but it did cause her to split her attention even more.

Elita’s initial gesture to hit herself in the forehead caused TARDIS some alarm and she reached out for the girl, but remember she could not touch in this form. She retracted her hands to her chest and frowned at Elita, an immediate disproval of the action of hitting one’s self. But she lowered her head to listen instead, something the TARDIS was very good at and had done for years when the Doctor was so very lonely. She could feel the emotion in Elita, much like she could feel it in the Doctor. It was the slightly telepathic ability that most Timelords had that connected the TARDIS and Timelord and lady. The human inhabitants really couldn’t prod back like they could, but TARDIS was completely telepathic and could very easily prod at them. She relaxed her shoulders as Elita approached with her comforting vibes, looking at the girl with a somber expression.

Her explanation made sense, once TARDIS redefined what sexy meant, noting that the Doctor found her attractive was a bit confusing to her. But the relationship between the two of them was always a bit strange to everyone else except the Timelord and Ship. The Ship turned her attention forward, ”Because he finds me…sexy he won’t be cross with me.” she used her terms. Her eyes turning downward as she pressed her fingers to her painted lips, ”Is that why he never becomes cross with his companions? Because he finds them sexy.” she inquired, tilting her head to the side. Attraction was always confusing to the Ship. He had it with Rose, high adrenaline and heart rate in both of the inhabitants. She let her arms fall to her sides, ”Thank you Elita…” she smiled.

The Ship immediately disappeared and reappeared by her original place where the book was. ”What…are you reading?” she tilted her head to the side, now curious to Elita’s doings rather than her own.

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 470
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: Do you want the TARDIS to show Elita that book now?
Made by TARDIS

[Elita]

I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The ship’s reaction to her stupidity was not lost on Elita. She found it a bit warm and welcoming when the hologram reached for her. She smiled a bit to herself, knowing that the ship wanted to comfort her and make sure she was alright. She of course smiled to the ship that she was indeed fine, just as the holograph realized that she couldn’t touch her. She could feel the ship listen to her emotion that she was feeling in her. She let the ship know that she of course felt a bit stupid for not thinking about checking the programming on the chameleon circuit, and then seeing if she could have fixed it with rewriting the program. Then when she was certain that the ship had read that from her, she then approached the hologram.

”Because he finds me…sex he won’t be cross with me. Is that why he never becomes cross with his companions? Because he finds them sexy.”

She stood there a bit stunned at that logic. It wasn’t completely true as she could remember the time when he became cross with Amy upon the Starship UK when she took it upon herself to save him from a decision of choosing to save humanity or the last of a race of alien. The Star Whale. He really did not like that, and he was indeed cross with Amy when she tried to keep the information from him. She had not seen him that angry with anyone before. She only hoped that this was not the case. TARDIS thanked her, and she hoped that she was indeed helpful.

”What…are you reading?”

Elita came back to the present at the ship’s question, and smiled when the hologram was near the book. She returned to her place on her bed, and looked at the female form before her. ”It was something I found in the library. I think it is about Gallifrey, and its history. I find it very interesting to learn about where I’m from, since I was only there for about eight years.” She answered the ship sadly as she remembered what had happened to her parents, and her home world. She was indeed grateful for the Doctor and the ship, but she still couldn’t feel like a family. She didn’t feel like a proper Time Lord.

Other person talking
Thinking
Speaking

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I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution

TIME :: Who knows? They are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 390
NOTES :: Only if TARDIS wants to show her.
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

TARDIS was used to baffling the minds of others. Her programming was of Gallifreyan origin. Even in Gallifrey’s simplistic programs there were hundreds of lines of code that were far to advanced for a normal human brain, even sometimes hardly comprehended by a normal Timelord. The engineers that built her had been the most clever of the bunch and their intelligences was her intelligence. Sometimes she had to remember the slight barrier between her and other creatures. She knew all of time and space, the eye of harmony that powered her could rip apart universes. But getting that information to an understandable rate was hard even for her. Though the stunned nature that came across Elita when she posed the question wasn’t really something she could gloat about. The ship merely shook her head, to have Elita bypass the question. She would gather more data. Perhaps even ask the Doctor herself if she ever got the courage.

TARDIS turned her attention away from her own crisis and move to a topic more suitable for companion conversation. She was still getting used to the idea of being able to move and project herself where ever she pleased, but the problematic part about being a hologram is that you couldn’t touch anything. She couldn’t pick up the book for herself, but staring at it intently gave her the scan number and the surface of the book was completely debunked before the woman had time to answer her question, though she pretended like she was hearing what the book was about for the first time when Elita spoke.

She nodded her head, eyes seemingly dimming and sombering like a dimming light or a computer shutting down. Gallifrey, not only home to the Doctor, but the TARDIS’ home as well, with the Doctor by her side at least. Yet there were some things even a machine couldn’t erase from an external hard drive, from a data base. Most people thought the TARDIS was just a machine, she wasn’t. She was a sentimental thing. A living being. She was very old and the last of her kind…and listening to all those Gallifreyan warriors screaming while they died. While the Doctor didn’t know what to do…what he had to do. She reached out and put her hands on the cover, though they merely hovered for a moment. ”Eight years is better than none at all.” for now there was none to go back to.

She hummed a low tone in her throat, eyes closing. ”Elita.” the TARDIS’ eyes flashed, literally, like a light clicking on and off behind the bright blue pools, ”I’d like to show you something.” she said with a smile. She disappeared and reappeared by the door, ”Come along, Elita.” she wasn’t really leaving it up for debate. She vanished again, waiting outside the door.

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 472
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: Come along, Pond Elita~
Made by TARDIS

[Elita]

I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elita didn’t know what to think at this point. Sure she was glad that she was able to help the ship no be so nervous about showing the Doctor her new programming, but she still didn’t know what else she was good for. Sure, she can help repair the ship. She could look at a piece of complicated machinery and programming, and instantly understand how it works. So sure, she had the mind to understand technology. But she didn’t know what else she could do. She was after all a companion to the Doctor, or at least she felt like on most of the time. She hadn’t even been shown how to fly the ship, and she wondered if she would ever be shown or allowed to.

”Eight years is better than none at all.”

She couldn’t argue with that, but she still wished that she had more time to know more about her home. Learn how to be a proper Time Lord. Perhaps get a TARDIS of her own. But she still cannot forget witnessing her parents get exterminated by the Daleks, and nearly herself as well. If it wasn’t for that family friend, she sure would have been. She still has nightmares about that day, the eerie shouting of exterminate, the direct hit to her parents, and the flash of showing their skeletons. She subconsciously held herself in an effort to force that memory away from her. She did not want the ship to know what she had seen, nor did she want the Doctor. Although she was sure that they already knew…

”Elita. I’d like to show you something. Come along, Elita.”

Elita opened her eyes just in time to see the holograph vanish and sighed. She looked longingly at the book on the table, and then got up to her feet. She knew it wise to not anger the ship, so she of course approached the door. Her mind echoing the memory of that fateful day as she did. She had of course encountered the Daleks many times since then, and hoped that she never does encounter them again. However, she doubt that it would happen the way she wants. It seems that Time Lords were not the only race that are resilient, as the Daleks seem to keep showing up when she thought them destroyed.

She opened her door, and stepped through the threshold and nodded her head at the hologram that was waiting for her just on the other side. Of course she was immensely curious as to what the ship had to show her, but she didn’t know if she should ask her or just follow her. She knew with the Doctor, she would have to just follow him for he wouldn’t tell her unless it was really important for her to know and they didn’t have the time to have him show her. ”What is it you would like to show me?” She asked finally giving it a go, and cocked her head to the side to show that she was indeed curious.

Other person talking
Thinking
Speaking

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I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution

TIME :: Who knows? The are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 511
NOTES :: She is coming!
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

TElita’s feeling drastically changed at the mention of the Time War. Even though she thought they had been her own emotions, they weren’t. The readings she was getting from Elita were different. Sorrow and fear versus pain and misery that the TARDIS was recording from herself. Elita had witnessed loss, she had see what the universe could crush and she knew how it felt to be left alone. In this situation, usually, a hug would be the proper response and as much as the TARDIS wanted to put her arms around the girl, the hologram could not allow such contact. Instead, she tried to take on a better method. She would distract… There was something important Elita needed to see, and there were some things the TARDIS had the power over. Maybe she wasn’t the Doctor and she didn’t get involved in the lives of others when she could avoid it, but this was Elita. Something that shouldn’t exist yet there she was. TARDIS was taking responsibility for her…and she would personally lead the Time Lady down the proper road to where her future would end up.

Or at least part of it.

Once joined outside, the hologram moved much like it was walking, though it looked more like she was walking on air versus actually walking. Her feet didn’t make a sound as the moved across the hall way, the TARDIS occasionally blipping out of existence because the program was glitching, but still there none the less. She looked to her side where Elita followed, ”Something important.” there was a slight smile on her face. ”Something very important.” the mistress of time and relevant dimensions expressed with an even wider smile. Perhaps she should be so excited to show Elita this, but she was, helping someone in their future was a good feeling, it was like helping someone through life get to the right places. You were doing your part for the universe.

She opened the door to the pool and library, where she noted Elita spent some of her time, with a wave of her hand. The water shimmering and reflecting on the upper ceiling of the large library. The TARDIS hummed quietly as she stopped in the doorway, seemingly searching each shelf for the correct book, and when she found it, she disappeared and reappeared across the way and half way down a pair of shelves, she pointed to the book, ”This one Elita, this book.” she said, though she could not fetch it for Elita, she would have to come get it herself. It was on the very bottom of the shelf, between too large red books. A tiny orange book with no title on the cover, very dust and seemingly very old. The pages were a bit worn, seemingly scorched by some sort of fire, but there none the less.

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 475
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes:Wooo!
Made by TARDIS

[Elita]

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
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Elita follows the hologram, watching it blip and work through the program glitches that still needed to work them out. She wondered if she should offer to take a look at the program, and work out the said bugs. She was pretty good with programming and creating devices on a whim. She did after all have a nice little side job on Earth when she was staying with Amy, where all the local humans came to her to fix their computers and whatnot. They gave her money, even though she didn’t ask for it. However she thought those errors and programs were small and easy, like walking and breathing. She really didn’t have to think too much on it in order to find out what was wrong. She was beginning to wonder if someone would bring her a challenge toward the end before the Doctor came back, and now she was wondering if this is what she was looking for.

”Something important. Something very important.”

Now this had indeed piqued the Time Lady’s interest, greatly. If the ship deemed something important, then it must be really important. More important than Donna Noble, and she was the most important woman in all of creation. So this had to be more important than her for the ship to show her whatever it was. She didn’t know why, but she of course followed the hologram down the hallway. She the began to wonder why show her, and not the Doctor, she was after all still considered a child on Gallifrey. If her home world still did exist. She remembered her parents telling her that 90 was still considered a child, and she of course was nowhere near half that old. She followed the ship into the library, and paused in the doorway behind the hologram.

”This one Elita, this book.”

Elita walked over to where the hologram had appeared at the shelf, and was pointed to a book. She took a look at the book, and noted the scorched look and the orange cover without a title. She noted its size, and picked up. She then looked over at the hologram, and searched the face with puzzlement. She looked from the hologram to the bok in her hands, and then back again. ”Why me and not the Doctor? And what is it?” She asked the ship, completely puzzled.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m

TIME :: Who knows? They are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 395
NOTES :: Elita doesn’t understand
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

The TARDIS knew all of time and space. She knew everything that was and would happen and that was always the problem of having a TARDIS have a vocal structure. The programming was meant to fix that. While she still could see all that was and all that could happen and all that would happen, she had managed to program some rules into her own consciousness that allowed her to keep from spilling every secret and every timeline to ears that needn’t need to know. Of course the TARDIS always knew more than the Doctor. Never taking him where he wanted to go but always where he needed to go. She was doing the same with Elita, taking the girl not necessarily where she wanted but where she needed to go. There were no rules against TARDIS helping the girl get to where her future designated her, just as long as she didn’t tell Elita what her future was or what it was to become. Things got wibbly if she did, people tried to change their futures, but that…wasn’t allowed. If it was meant to happen, it would happen. But time could always be rewritten. Be it for the better or for the worst. But it was a funny thing, whilst she could see all that would and could happen, she refused to look at the Doctor’s timeline in depth, she would peak occasionally to get him to the right place but the TARDIS without her Timelord was nothing and even she didn’t want to know when that day would come, when the TARDIS would be nothing…and when she would be left to die.

All telepathic channels were open at the moment, but slowly the TARDIS closed the channels that didn’t pertain to Elita. She didn’t want any of the Doctor’s yammering interrupting what she should be concentrating on at the moment. She smiled, laughing slightly, ”Everything is important Elita, everything makes up something.” she answered, as if her confusion and curiosity had seeped into the TARDIS’ mind herself. She glanced over her shoulder, with a cheery smile. Seemingly less concerned about the Doctor and more concerned about helping Elita. She was sure the Doctor wouldn’t notice her though, he never really paid too much attention to her. Not yet anyway, when she revealed herself she might be a little more of a concern.

She closed her eyes again, the TARDIS whirring noise seemingly echoed in the background and she opened her eyes as they shimmered again as they did whenever she glanced into the time vortex. ”Yes, that one, I’m sure.” she nodded. She watched Elita take the book and the TARDIS raised her eyes to the higher shelves. ”The Doctor is not the center of your universe, Elita.” she mused wisely. Her hand hovered over the books and her eyes darted back and forth like she was reading a page, but she was merely scanning the contents of the book. She snapped back into reality and turned to Elita, ”It’s a book, Elita. It’s meant to be read.” she said very sternly, as if the question were not to be further asked. ”Just know that it’s important.” she smiled, ”It’s a very good story…I like it.” of what she knew. She tried to refrain from looking too far forward into Elita’s future. But she couldn’t neglect looking a little after looking into her past. A surviving Timelady after the rest had been destroyed? That didn’t happen every day…there had to be some significance to it. There was beat and the TARDIS spoke again, ”By a cherry blossom tree.” she said blankly, ”You’ll be able to see Big Ben if you turn to the left, turn right and walk diagonally completely till you see Cherry blossom trees.” she looked at Elita, ”Remember that.” she stared to walk deeper down the book shelves.

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 643
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: She's talking about where she's parked in your thread with Dean. Lol. She's in your future, telling you where to go. Lol <3
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[Elita]

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
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Elita couldn’t help it, but she was staring at the book in her hands. As if she was in a trance of some sort, like it was calling her name or something. She nodded her head when the ship mentioned that the Doctor was not the center of her universe, but she didn’t know who or what was. Somehow, she had a feeling that if she read the book she might find out. As she stared at the tome in her hands, the ship’s speech was just background noise and was not being listened to by her. Right now, there was only her and the book. She was suddenly reminded a bit of ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone’ when Harry found the right wand in that shop. The only thing that was missing in this situation was the bright like shining on her and the book.

”It’s a book, Elita. It’s meant to be read. Just know that it’s important. It’s a very good story…I like it.”

A story? Is it fiction? If so, then why tell her it is important? This was not making sense. No sense at all. Her Time Lord mind was trying to process this information, but it wasn’t enough to make her make sense of it all. What was the ship trying to tell her? What was it not telling her? Why be so secretive? What does this book have to do with everything? There was just too many questions for her to make a theory of it. She looked to the hologram once again, puzzlement still gracing her features. She wanted answers, and she wanted to be told them. If not the answers, then more information will suffice. She knew the ship could prod her mind, and hoped that it would comply with at least the simplest of requests from her. She couldn’t make any connections without the proper information…

”By a cherry blossom tree. You’ll be able to see Big Ben if you turn to the left, turn right and walk diagonally completely till you see Cherry blossom trees. Remember that.”

Elita had no trouble remembering that. All thanks to the advance photographic memory that her species hold. So she would be able to recall this moment centuries from now if she needed it to be. But she still wasn’t liking the ship being evasive and secretive with her like this. She didn’t like to be left out in the loop, especially when someone acts like she is. Sure she knows that she can’t know about her future, but she wished that the TARDIS would explain a bit more to her. Not tell her out right of course, but give her more information than it is important and remember directions and cherry blossom trees. She would like to know what is important. The cherry blossom trees? The story? The library? She still did not understand. ”I don’t understand. What is important? Cherry blossom trees? The book? I want to know more information…” She asked as she followed the hologram deeper into the library, wanting to know more information.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free

TIME :: Who knows? They are time traveling.
TAG :: TARDIS
WORDS :: 516
NOTES :: Elita still doesn’t understand
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!!

[TARDIS]

TARDIS barely noticed the moment when Elita started turning her out, much like her old man, she barely noticed when he tuned her out sometimes either. The warning lights, the dongs of the cloister bell that seemingly warned him of things, how cross she’d get when he’d kick her or more importantly put his foot on the dash when all he could do was ask and she’d happily put herself to work. But no, he was very testy that Doctor was, he talked to her all he liked and called her names but he never really asked for help. Not that she was sure he knew how to ask for help. Or if he knew the conscious of the TARDIS could actually help him if he asked. She was always there, but he never seemed to realize that. Well maybe he did, just not on a deep enough level. Sometimes he was so thick…yet she loved her thief…

Elita’s emotions pinged TARDIS’ train of thought away from the Doctor – though it rarely seemed to leave – and move back to Elita and the confusion she was feeling. The bright blue eyes fixated on Elita and her puzzled look and the TARDIS merely smiled. Elita knew, or at least hoped she knew, that if TARDIS wanted to keep this program and keep her possible body – if it worked – she wasn’t allowed to ramble off and be part of all time and space. There was a kill code in her database…she could do what was necessary, but if she stepped too far out of line the kill code would activate and TARDIS would merely be the consciousness again. The Timelords had learned a long time ago that it was dangerous to let a TARDIS speak, she was everywhere at once and she could tell you how everything started and how everything ended. She was the most dangerous thing in the world because of her knowledge. But the TARDIS was also wise, her own programming threatened termination and she loved the idea of being in this body and this form too much to jeopardize it. So she went through all the precautions. She had firewalls and blocks put up to assure the words that came out of her mouth were necessary versus revealing. She was a goddess of Time and Space. But she had too keep her secrets. There was a bit of pain that crossed the TARDIS’ hologram. But she shook her head, and moved on in the library.

But Elita wouldn’t give up, and even the information that the TARDIS gave her was a bit of the future, it was even dangerous to tell her where she would be parked. But the TARDIS knew what was necessary and what was dangerous. She was fine as long as she didn’t go blathering on about dates and events and things that had yet to happen that were too crucial or she’d rip a hole in the universe and fall right through it. ”You don’t now, but you will.” she hummed lowly, the cloister bell humming back in reply somewhere in the distance. She turned to face Elita as she moved with her, seemingly floating backwards now, though the hologram didn’t need to see where she was going. ”The Cherry Blossom trees aren’t important now. But they will be later. The book is important now.” she stopped in front of Elita and put one hand over the book in the girl’s grasp and one hand under it. ”You’re very smart, Elita. Even for a young Timelady.” the hand left the book and lovingly rested near the side of Elita’s head, but the TARDIS couldn’t rest it there in fear of disrupting the hologram, ”I have faith that you will figure it out without my help.” her blue painted lips curled into a smile, ”Trust me, Elita.” she said very airly, ”You have to trust me…I will always take you where you need to go.” she let her hands drop and move away from Elita, ”It’s a good book. You’ll like it.”

Tags: Elita!
Word Count: 676
Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement
Notes: Shamelessly plugging quotes in from the Episode now.
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