Text to the TARDIS

[antitimelord]

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

Comments

[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.