Thirty Nine - Spam as a Time Lord

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

[Bob spent the first day just lying on his bed, reviewing probabilities of things like his desk or chair, what they were likely to do and how. He felt the presences of all the people on the barge and how broken and sore they were, no wonder they lashed out, though he bounced off their minds rather than probed into them.

He lacked the discipline of a trained telepath, but that didn't mean that his mind wasn't disciplined at all. He cared with a deepness and his mother drilled into him what was right and honourable and heroic and that meant respecting each and every one.

He placed his hands on his hearts, listening to their beating.

Eventually, slowly, he rose, moving across his cabin, seeing how the room changed according to his perspective as if he'd never been in this cabin before.

He decided to take a walk, a slow one across that took him across the entire Barge.]


[OOC: Bob is a Time Lord for the flood, feel free to bump into him.]

Comments

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon was -- as always -- displeased. A human. He was a human. As if having his powers taken away wasn't bad enough, he know was a human. And his fool of a warden was probably enjoying his new Time Lord body, hmph.]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

[He certainly was, looking at ordinary everyday objects as if they were doing something, thoroughly fascinated.]

[shortsightedlove]

[It was so unfair. He missed his second heart. And what small part of his powers he retained. And he could feel signs of ageing. It wasn't bad, but still. This body was far too young for that!]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

[It took a while before he get used to smelling like honey.]

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon hasn't paid much attention to it. Having even more of his senses missing bothers him more.]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

[Bob doesn't know what to do with himself.]

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon does have the same problem for once. He could go to Omega, but then he might start complaining again, and Omega would just get angry again.

At least he could go and eat something-]

...Warden. [Just who he had wanted to meet right now.]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

[Bob smiles.] Hello, Rassilon. How goes the reading?

[shortsightedlove]

Quite well. [He sighs.]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

Are you all right?

[shortsightedlove]

[He raises a brow.] I'm human.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

So am I, usually.

Why do the doors have probability?

[shortsightedlove]

I don't like it. Humans are so... fragile.

Because they do.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

[Solemnly.] You have no idea.

What possible decisions can a door make?

[shortsightedlove]

I don't? [Don't tell me it'll become even worse.]

You'd be surprised. [Not explaining Time Lord things to you :|]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

Of course, you don't! You're a billion years old, we only last the century if we're lucky.

Surprise me then.

[shortsightedlove]

I know that.

And I'd rather not.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

Logically, you do. But not emotionally. You don't know what it means.

Come on.

[shortsightedlove]

We did not always have regeneration. That is something I invented, as well.

You wouldn't understand, anyway.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

That was a long time ago.

You'll never know.

[shortsightedlove]

That doesn't mean I don't remember it.

[Fine. Fine, get your explanation, in needlessly scientific terms and purposefully overcomplicated.]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

It does mean that you have a skewed view of it, subject to your experience of removing that barrier.

[Bob's the son of a travelling librarian, Rassilon, your efforts are in vain.] Thank you kindly.

[shortsightedlove]

Just more reason not to like being human.

[Curses! Foiled again.]

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

Facing mortality?

[shortsightedlove]

Having to put up with such a fragile body. [He doesn't have any problems with being mortal, why would you think that...]