"Um. Y-you're welcome." /Not sure what I said, but ok./
"The Tardis is nice. And she's lonely." So was the Doctor, for that matter, once you got past the ten-block-long parade of cheerful pomposity he surrounded himself with. "We should ask if we can come visit now and again if we're here a while. I think she'd like you."
Mara frowned thoughtfully again at the idea of learning a few pointers now. "I'm...not normal...and may not be able to apply what you teach me the same way..." /Ami said my shields are shredded. But I can at least get the basic ideas of how to do this in my head now, so I can use them when I am more healed./ "But sure, let's talk about it while we work."
Charlie and Harry had vanished into the infirmary. Harry had landed a few pathetic blows, and then Charlie had gotten his Irish up and pounded him one good and hard in the face before succumbing to a vomiting fit. /Poor Charlie,/ Mara thought in spite of herself. /I hope he lives long enough for people to see what he's like without the monkey./
"I don't know what it would be like to have shields up all the time. Do you think I'd become a mean person if I couldn't feel other people's feelings?"
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[Mara] Children of the waters (tag Tommy, Molly, open)
Date: 2006-05-09 06:32 pm (UTC)"The Tardis is nice. And she's lonely." So was the Doctor, for that matter, once you got past the ten-block-long parade of cheerful pomposity he surrounded himself with. "We should ask if we can come visit now and again if we're here a while. I think she'd like you."
Mara frowned thoughtfully again at the idea of learning a few pointers now. "I'm...not normal...and may not be able to apply what you teach me the same way..." /Ami said my shields are shredded. But I can at least get the basic ideas of how to do this in my head now, so I can use them when I am more healed./ "But sure, let's talk about it while we work."
Charlie and Harry had vanished into the infirmary. Harry had landed a few pathetic blows, and then Charlie had gotten his Irish up and pounded him one good and hard in the face before succumbing to a vomiting fit. /Poor Charlie,/ Mara thought in spite of herself. /I hope he lives long enough for people to see what he's like without the monkey./
"I don't know what it would be like to have shields up all the time. Do you think I'd become a mean person if I couldn't feel other people's feelings?"