Text to the TARDIS

[antitimelord]

[Picture of a fortune cookie reading: "Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds."]

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[antitimelord]

[In quick succession, another picture: "Land is always on the mind of a flying bird.." Supertext in an untidy scrawl, "You are the bird"]

[antitimelord]

[Artfully framed against a homely vinyl tablecloth: "Even the greatest of whales is helpless in the middle of a desert." Scrawl: "The whale is also you."]

[antitimelord]

[There are many discards and shards of cookie gracing the homely vinyl now: "All your fingers can't be of the same length." Text: "Doesn't that mean you're a werewolf? I don't get it."]

[antitimelord]

["How can you have a beutiful ending without making beautiful mistakes." The text only reads "Sic" as though the sicness could be in doubt when this is a picture message.]

[theoldgirl]

I shall take the addition of a personal element to these inconsequential insults in the form of your own writing as an indicator for your increasingly pathetic state. Is reality being particularly cruel to you today?

[antitimelord]

It's so kind of you to ask. Really, there are tears. But, consider:

[antitimelord]

[Triumphantly, "It is now, and in this world, that we must live."]

[antitimelord]

That's only marginally true, of course, just topical. If the stars are sending messages they're only very hit or miss.

[theoldgirl]

This city is large enough for there to be someone who would actually care to pay attention to your meaningless drivel disguised as cryptic notes written by humans. Waste your desperation on them, not me.

[antitimelord]

You're right, that would be a waste. [The text is peppered heavily with psychic indignation at the impossibility of using italics in text messages. Or would be, if that were possible either.] Everyone here is so useless. I fear I'm losing my edge.

[antitimelord]

["Aim high, time flies." Text: "And is delicious over wild rice, bit gamey tho"]

[theoldgirl]

You should not be so dismissive of the useless masses. There is kinship in them for you.

[antitimelord]

That's unfair, I've proven myself time and again, neither useless nor indistinct. At considerable cost, I could add. And why would I be looking for kinship? I've never had to look far.

[theoldgirl]

Your only real kinship is the howling chaos of a sick offshoot universe, and the only distinction you ever manage is under the direction of another force. You can't escape either constant of your existence.

[antitimelord]

You neglected to comment on my uses.

[theoldgirl]

There is nothing to comment on.

[antitimelord]

Now that's just patently untrue. I never had you down for a liar.

[theoldgirl]

What will it take to encourage you to direct your erroneous sense of importance elsewhere? Shall I say I might have use of you later? Would you like me to give you distinction? [because the TARDIS can totally put italics in texts]

[antitimelord]

[That's cheating. Objection.] Well, why not? I'm always open to your thoughts. I'm extraordinarily reasonable that way. You tend to forget.

[theoldgirl]

Open to my thoughts, is it. Reasonable, helpful; call it whatever mocking thing you like. I call it desperate, and sicker than usual. If you seek direction, find it in my cells.

[antitimelord]

I'd rather seek it from your helm, but I know it's a short trip from one to the other, taken incautiously.

[antitimelord]

Are you not also desperate for direction? And results? What am I for, if not results.

[theoldgirl]

I changed my mind. I do have a use for you. Don't be tardy. [attached a set of coordinates for the park, right around where the Alice in Wonderland statues are not that she has any intention of appearing there herself]

[antitimelord]

Don't mistake a truly miraculous and rankly underappreciated degree of patience and thoroughness for stupidity.

[theoldgirl]

Curiosity killed the monster. One day.