sirenspull_logs | An eye for an eye

Still somewhat confused about exactly what she's agreed to, the TARDIS makes her way to the address Hattie gave her, plotting out various ideas as she goes, discarding almost all of them. Her mind is always racing, and it most certainly isn't considering anything like what the young fashionista has in store for her.

Well, beyond wondering how to make a spa using materials on the port.

The TARDIS has at least learned enough etiquette to know she needs to knock and so she does this at least, waiting for Hattie to respond.

Well that's good, there won't be any overly awkward reintroductions here. Upon hearing the knocking, she calls out, "Ella! Get the door!"

...

Oh wait, she wasn't around, was she? She frowned as she went all the way down the stairs (So inconvenient, gosh!) but when she opened the door she was all smiles- And well dressed as always, "Oh! TARDIS! I'm glad that you could make it. .. Would you mind terribly if I called you Sidra for short?" Beat. "Anyway please, please come in. Really, come in."

She'd take the ship's arm and drag her inside if she had to.

There could not be a bigger contrast in personal appearance from Hattie and the TARDIS. The pretty, well-groomed blonde and the older, unkempt ship, staring at each other through a doorway. The TARDIS blinks rapidly, head tilting to the side and hands resting on her hips.

"Sidra?" she asks, clearly confused. "Well, I suppose you could. I'm not sure why you'd want to, though." She pauses, unmoving, then seems to realise where she is and grins widely. "Oh yes, of course. Enter. I forget sometimes that I can do that easily now."

She steps into the house, looking around curiously and trying to pick up various things around the room.

Hattie knows. Oh she knows. It's like one of the wonders of the world that contrast. The blonde gives the other woman such an odd look as she looks around the foyer and proceeds to inspect all the glassware. The kitchen wasn't much further.

Why was she not surprised that TARDIS was drawn to the shinies?

"Apparently most of those are imported, but I didn't buy them," Hattie explains, "As for why, it's because.. Well, to be frank, I don't find TARDIS to be a very.. Well. 'Human' name. So I rearranged the letters a bit- I think it's more feminine and not as exotic." She decided she wasn't going to ask about TARDIS' comment about entering. She was afraid to learn the answer, really.

"Before we get started, would you like anything to eat or drink?

Shinies are always the most important part of the decor, of course, and the TARDIS isn't entirely unlike a cat in her fascination toward things. "Did they come with the flat, then?" she asks, picking up a little knick-knack and turning it this way and that before setting it back down to turn and face Hattie, perplexed.

"But I'm not human," she noted. "I should think it would be odd if I had a human name, don't you?" Not that she was going to let Hattie answer, turning around and going back and picking up things at random. "This femininity and lack of exoticism, that's a good thing, I suppose?"

It took another minute for her to realise she'd been questioned and shook her head. "No, I'm fine."

Did they come with the flat??

"I.. I don't think so, no. I believe Ella purchased them, or got them as a gift, I never really asked." Hattie trusted TARDIS not to drop anything, but it was rather surreal watching her pick things up as if they were foreign or something. And at the mention of not being human, Hattie looked sympathetic, "Poor thing, don't be so hard on yourself! Just because you're lacking in some.. Well.. Qualities, doesn't make you inhuman! I think Sidra is perfect for you!"

She waits until TARDIS puts down the keys to her house, and takes it upon herself to sort of push the woman toward the stairwell, "Well, let's move along now, shall we? Now then, you're half correct.. Exoticism isn't bad itself, but have you heard the phrase 'too much of a good thing'? It's like that."

There isn't much on the way up the stairs save for a couple of pictures hanging from the wall, and eventually she gets TARDIS to the bathroom; there are plenty of toiletries and pictures; though there's a lot of empty space as well. "So, I was thinking of having a jacuzzi here. Could you make or install something like that?"

The TARDIS was, admittedly, confused. "But I am inhuman. Or should be. This isn't my proper body. I've been stuffed in it -- like a sardine, I believe is your term. Have you ever seen those cans? So many fish in such a dreadfully small place. Though even that doesn't quite fit. Humans are so much bigger on the inside than I ever imagined. I always wondered how you managed."

She was rambling again and only became aware of the fact once Hattie began pushing her toward the stairs. The ship blinked, looking over her shoulder at the blonde. "So my being different is acceptable so long as I'm not too different? And my name crosses that threshold? Curious. I'll have to remember that."

Noting the pictures as they pass, the TARDIS pursed her lips as they entered the bathroom, doing her best to catalogue what went where so she could better determine what she'd need. "Oh, I suppose. There's enough room to the north side to add the basin, though it might require re-working the shower somewhat. Have you any plans for the size or should I just decide as I go?"

Oh! Well.. That actually made more sense in a very.. Backward sort of way. She had heard of swans and frogs becoming people, but they were human in the first place! TARDIS must have been a ship in a sense of the word that Hattie wasn't familiar with. Some sort of.. Water animal. A very large water animal. But didn't she have a lover? He didn't really act quite as oblivious. Oh never mind!

"Well, again, there are exceptions, but let's try to keep it simple and basic for now," Hattie replies, "But yes, your name most certainly does. It'd do you well to remember that. I don't really understand what you mean by 're-working the shower', I don't want it in the same spot." beat. "As for the size, well.. Large enough for one person. Me, to be exact. And it should have a radio! And lots of electronic buttons red and blue colored." She doesn't mention what the buttons should do- Possibly because she hasn't the slightest idea what; they just look hi-tech.

Turning her attention to the bathroom gave little room for her to consider Hattie's eccentricities in relation to the TARDIS' species. Not that her thoughts were ever very concrete to begin with. Human minds weren't exactly equipped for the type of multi-tasking she was accustomed to, and so her thoughts were always scattered.

But not when it came to technical details.

"You have strange priorities," she replied, stepping into the bathroom proper to begin a closer inspection, crouching low and running her hands along the walls. "And you don't? Well that makes it easier. Ripping everything up would be simplest. And oh, buttons! Buttons are so clever, aren't they? And fun to press, too. I like buttons. Well, most of the time. I also approve of blue. Blue is always a good colour. That should be doable."

She stood, turning toward Hattie. Then she walked over and very casually tried touching the other woman to get her measurements.

"I don't know how to take that, coming from you," Hattie replied, "What do you mean 'stange priorities'?" Actually, she was a little afraid to ask her to elaborate but the question had already been thrown out there.

She did not eagerly to the agreement of buttons, though. It seems that subject is their bonding point. "Oh yes, I love them! I sort of like dials as well, but they don't often give as interesting results.. And you have my permission to rip anything you want, just let me know what tools you'll nee--eh?" at that poit she was getting patted.

Hattie was used to getting measured and by instinct she held her arms out like airplane wings. It wasn't until after she realized there was no measuring tape, she starts pushing the other woman's hands away in confusion, "Wh- What are you doing?? I don't carry a gun!"

At least they shared a general air of confusion about each other. It made these discussions almost easier. "I mean about names and status. I just seems strange to put that much emphasis on a label, don't you think?" Obviously she didn't, as they wouldn't be having this conversation otherwise, but the TARDIS, for all her wisdom, was still a novice in terms of social interaction. That sort of thing happened when you were a box.

"Dials are great fun if you can make them click. Click click click every time they turn. There's almost a sense of music to it when you manage it. But oh buttons. Buttons are certainly more versatile. We should have one for temperature, another for a fan, perhaps some jets..." She tapped her chin, listing off more things both aloud and in her head, even as she began figuring out Hattie's measurements.

Or trying to, at least, seeing as the other woman was making it difficult. "You don't? Well that's good. My Doctor hates guns. Well, when he wants to. He's more averse now than he was when he was younger. You should have seen him in his Fifth incarnation, though. What were we doing again? Oh yes, measurements. I need to know how large I need to construct this. Stand still."

It didn't occur to her that humans generally used tape measures for this sort of thing.

"Strange? If you live on the moon, maybe," Hattie replied with a laugh, taking surprisingly little offense to such a 'preposterous' question. "You'll come to understand once you've become more experienced, once you've had time to draw it all in- But that's for another day; today I am going make you re-awaken. You'll be reborn!"

With the talk of dials, Hattie took a moment to consider, then nodded in agreement. That was a surprisingly good argument; and she'd expect no less from a mechanical genius, "You're quite right.. And yes, all of them. All of those!" all while continuing to fend off TARDIS' hands- At least until she's instructed to stop and she does so out of habit.

"I.. I don't understand, how are you measuring me? Are you using invisible tape?" She's not even going to bother to talk about guns anymore; she was afraid that'd just make things more confusing. She was pretty sure a '5th incarnation' was a breakfast cereal.

"Which moon? You'd have to be more specific." The TARDIS stops what she's doing, looking Hattie over curiously and with a healthy dose of incredulity. "Reborn? By constructing a bath? I wasn't aware I was asleep." Not that she slept often anyway, even with her human body. There was just too much to do to cave in to physical fatigue!

There was a strange sense of accomplishment when Hattie agreed to her proposals and the TARDIS clicked her tongue, humming a little as she artfully fended off the other woman's fending off. "Invisible tape? No, but that is rather ingenious, isn't it? Do you not have any spacial perception? Oh, maybe you don't. Do humans come equipped with that naturally?"

Which moon? "What? The one in the sky!" Hattie replied with an exasperated huff. And now TARDIS was going totally ninja against her hands, and eventually she gives up, having little choice but to trust that the bonkers woman knew what she was doing.

".. And no, no no no, not by constructing the bath, when I give your makeover! Sidra, you are unbelievably confusing when you aren't talking about buttons and dials." Hattie confessed. She couldn't figure TARDIS out at all. Really, 'spacial perception'? What? ".. Never mind that. The plan today is for me to do your hair, place a bit of make-up, and a manicure. The results, of course, will be magnificent."

The TARDIS just shook her head, giving Hattie a blank stare. "All of space and time, you would think there would be more than just your moon, wouldn't you? That's why you have to be specific. You can't expect me to know you aren't talking about Ancelior Vega in the Ancellous System if you don't say 'Earth's moon.' Really."

Not that Ancelior Vega would be an unwelcome place to live. An automated moon with all the amenities a ship could want wasn't something the TARDIS would be averse to.

Makeovers, on the other hand... "I thought I was here to do your bath?" she countered, one hand on her hip. "I suppose it doesn't matter if you really want, I'm just not sure how it will change anything."

"... What?" Perhaps the expected response of Hattie, and she raises a hand to her forehead. "Sidra, I'm starting to worry about you, and I'm almost afraid to ask: I suppose you believe there's more than one sun as well?" she laughs, in a 'that's so silly' way.

Everything else, it just went way over her head. It almost gave her a headache, "All right, new rule: Whenever I speak of something, we're talking about on Earth, all right? Right. Good. And.. Well yes, you're right, but.." Hattie sighs, "Sidra, I'm going to tell you this since you and I are friends now, but you are clearly very talented. It would be a waste for you to use your talents for free when you could so easily make money from it. However, since you and I are friends, I'll be paying you with favors." she explains.

"So in exchange for your work, I will be helping you out as well, see? And besides, I don't have any tools or materials here."

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The TARDIS was about to reply that yes, yes there were trillions of suns in the universe, but she stopped short when Hattie elaborated on her only speaking of Earth. That deflated her sails a little and she pouted. "Well no, Earth only has the one sun. That doesn't mean other plants only have one, though."

She couldn't help it; she had to get that in.

This talk of bartering, however, wasn't entirely unfamiliar to her. She'd been told by Tokugawa that she needed to request payment for services; it just hadn't even been a priority. She really didn't see the point. But Hattie seemed adamant and it wasn't as though the ship particularly cared whether or not she kept looking like a wet cat, so.

"Oh, very well. But if you don't have the materials here, when shall you? I can't do much with nothing." Some, but not much.

Hattie gave out a sigh that clearly expressed 'Oh brother'. Other planets? Really? "You speak as if you've -been- to another planet." she may regret having suggested that.

"When? Oh, well I could check to see what we have in the basement? I'm not really certain what you'll need, I guess I should get you a pad and pen. Though I don't think I have a tub of any sort around now that I think about it, but we could get things started at least."

Beat.

"You know, maybe today isn't a good day to make you over, ocnsidering you'll just get dirty again. I should have thought of that before."

"Of course I've been to other planets," she replied matter-of-factly. "I was Loomed on a planet in an entire other galaxy from you. It would be rather silly to travel all of time and space just to stay on this one little planet, don't you think?" Actually, probably better she not get an answer to that question.

The TARDIS waved off Hattie's suggestion of a pen and paper, however, bustling about the bathroom and looking through cupboards. "No need. I know what I need. Taking inventory isn't a bad idea, though. I should have some tools back home, as well." She paused, head hidden inside a cabinet. Her voice echoed from behind the door. "And won't I get dirty just walking outside anyway? What a strange reason not to do something."

Oh here we go. Why did Hattie ask that? -Why-? Hattie tried to look neutral during TARDIS' explaination, but as it continued, she looked increasingly incredulous, then finally shook her head in sympathy. She just couldn't fathom what the other woman was saying, no matter how impressive technology is these days.

Suddenly it was starting to sink in. TARDIS wasn't sheltered. She'd gone completely senile. At such a 'young' age too; a shame. She watched as TARDIS looked at medicines, floss, hair curlers, hair dryers and adhesive strips amongst other things. There were towels and cloths of course in the cabinet, neatly folded.

"Only if your hobbies include rolling around in the mud, Sidra. Come now, enough of that." she replied as patiently as she could, hand raised to her forehead. Well if she liked looking at things, she'll have a field day in the basement. Hattie would take the woman by her arm with a sigh and head back downstairs.

Said basement is small, decently lit, and quite organized, there are a few locked trunks, a boiler amongst other things and, most importantly, a pile of scrap metal, tied-up wires, and loose doo-dads from previous work.

To be fair, rolling in the mud sounded like a perfectly normal pasttime, and was on several planets in the Gnorish system. But the TARDIS refrained from saying so, instead letting Hattie lead her out of the bath and into the basement, where the ship was, as expected, entirely enthralled by the sheer amount of stuff.

Which she immediately began looking through.

"Oh, this should do nicely," the ship babbled to herself, arms covered in wire as she inspected pieces of metal, trying to fit some of them together, twisting and turning them as though they were on hinges. At one point she laid out a bunch of materials on the floor and crouched over them, arms outstretched as though trying to draw what she wanted overtop the mishmash of metal. "Really, all these materials and you just have them lying about your basement? What a silly thing to do."

It is perhaps for the best that Hattie isn't told that; TARDIS wouldn't want to be left to clean up the mess from the blonde's head exploding.

While TARDIS was ecstatic to explore the doodads, Hattie seemed to pale. On one hand she was happy that her company was happy but on the other hand.. Who would touch all that without gloves?? "I'm uncertain how that's silly, but it's all leftover from a project my neighbor was doing," she explains, "I think it was an outdoor pool, or patio, I can't remember."

"Sidra, are you certain you do not need gloves? Or a cloth or.. -something-?"

Rather delighted to be in a hands-on position, the TARDIS all but waded through the mishmash, oblivious to any dust or nails or otherwise unsavory things lurking amidst the bits and bobbles. Which of course translated to a slightly ripped dress and dust in her hair, but she grinned through it all, humming to herself and just generally ignoring Hattie's concerns.

"Silly, yes. It's all perfectly good materials stored away and not being used. That's no good at all." She blinked and tilted her head, giving Hattie an odd look. A stray strand of hair fell into her eyes. "Gloves? Whatever for?"

Oh my god. Oh. My. God. Hattie held back her grimaces as she watched TARDIS do her thing, but when she looked back to her, there was no hiding the yelp of alarm as she jumped back. If she had a silver cross, she would be pointing it at TARDIS right then and there! Back, demon!

"Y- Yes.. I suppose.. It is.. Well you can take whatever you'd like later, I suppose." she said, color fading from her face and trying to stay a polite distance back. "Be careful.." she cringed each time she heard a stitch tear. "There's oil and dirt all over those things, Sidra and it's getting on your hands and under your nails!"

Oh she's going to be ill.

The TARDIS stopped a moment to examine herself after Hattie's remark, displaying her nails and turning her hand this way and that. "So you're right," she remarked nonchalantly, oblivious to the other woman's discomfort. She flicked her fingers, digging a little bit of dirt out from beneath a nail, then promptly wiped them on her dress and went back to work gathering up some items in her arms.

Once she was loaded up, she trudged back to where Hattie was waiting, holding them out. A stray piece of lumber clattered to the floor at the other woman's feet. "Here we are. I need a few more items but you can handle these, I assume?"

Oh TARDIS. What are you doing to poor Hattie? The blonde crossed her arms and nodded, seeming to approve of TARDIS' noticing of the mess she was making. Finally things were starting to look up! She'd put down the things an-

Hattie let out an almost offended gasp when the ship used her dress to clean it off.

But that was nothing compared to the cry of horror once the knick-knacks were presented to her, Hattie jerking away and hitting her back against the wall. She then lurched to the side, tripping over her own feet, then falling onto the stares but first while thrusting her palms outward, "NO!! Um, I can't! I.. I have this rash, it breaks out horribly when I touch those things. We have a wheelbarrel, you can borrow that. It's over to the left, near the toolbox shelf."

And yes her heart was pounding like crazy. And not in the lovey dovey way!

Well that was curious. The TARDIS blinked, watching Hattie's theatrics with a blank expression on her face. When the other woman fell, the ship actually looked somewhat concerned, her expression slowly turning to one of surprise. Oh, the poor woman, having a skin condition! It never occurred to the TARDIS that there was any reason other than the one Hattie presented for the other woman's adamant refusal to hold the various items and so she did as instructed, setting her bundle down in the wheelbarrow before moving back to the blonde, crouching to help her up.

"Are you ill? Have you been seen to? I understand those sorts of things are terribly bad for humans."

There was such a relieved sigh when TARDIS bought the story, and she brushed off her forehead with the back of her hand. Once she returned, however, Hattie made her own effort to get to her feet, "Oh no, no no I was just a little surprised, ah.. Well it isn't really important." she insists with an embarrassed laugh.

She looked TARDIS up and down and looked so pale. "That's it, I can't take it anymore, I just can't! Sidra, this way!" It was like leading a pet around! Hattie was hesitant, but she took the ship by her arm and it was baaaaack up to the bathroom once more.

Once there she grabbed a towel, luffa sponge, scented body soap, and matching scented shampoo, which she'd dump into TARDIS' arms. "Now then, wash up and I'll get you -new- clothes."

"Not important?" she echoed, clearly of a different opinion. If it wasn't important, she wouldn't have mentioned it, right? You never mentioned unimportant things. That was just foolish. And she would have said so, too, but then Hattie was whisking her back upstairs and to the bathroom, shoving all sorts of items into the ship's arms. All of which the TARDIS looked at peculiarly.

"Wash up." It wasn't quite a question, but there was certainly an element of one to what she said. Really, here? But the woman seemed adamant, so the ship shrugged and began to disrobe, absolutely no sense of decency or propriety.

That kind of logic is difficult to argue against. It's a good thing TARDIS didn't press that issue for who knows what argument would have sprung from it! She gave the ship a pointed look as if challenging that peculiar gaze she was giving the soaps and such.

Thankfully she repeated in what seemed to be confirmation, which caused Hattie to nod in approval, "Excell-" Oh why was she surprised? She should not have been suprised she'd undress right then and there- However it was easily resolved by turning her back to the ship with her arms crossed. "And you can forget about putting that dress back on today, it's ruined. Luckily for you I have a much nicer dress that you must promise you're going to take care of."

Having disrobed, the TARDIS continued looking at the cleaning items with an indifferent air. Then she marched over to the sink to wet down the cloth, scrubbing half-heartedly at her arms. "You know, I've never been fond of water. It doesn't go well with wiring. And being trapped underneath it for centuries isn't terribly exciting," she prattled, dutifully cleaning up, even if it was only the bare minimum. "Have you ever had a short? It always takes the Doctor months to fix anything, and by that point there's even more than there was the first time around." She paused to take a breath, glancing at Hattie as she did so. "How does one take care of a dress?"

Hattie figured she could go and get the other dress ready when.. Sink. She hears the sink. THIS WOMAN!!!

At the mention of wires, Hattie raises her fingers to her temples and rubs them, feeling a headache coming on. She'll have to let it go for now, for her sanity's sake. Patience is key here. Patience!

"Sidra, you'll have to forgive me but I'm beginnign to think you're out of your mind. You don't having 'wiring', those are 'veins'. And I don't really wear shorts." There's a confused pause at the mention of the Doctor's repairing skill. "Well, it sounds like you're better at repair than your Doctor. Not surprising, really.." she murmurs.

"Taking care of clothing isn't too difficult, you just have to be more mindful of your surroundings. Avoid tearing the material, for one." she kneels to pick up the 'ruined' dress, "So that things like -this- doesn't happen. If it were just filthy that'd be one thing, you could wash it. But these tears require sewing, though really this is just unsalvagable."

"I suppose you could say I am, yes," she noted, taping her lips in thought. "Well, out of my body. My mind is intact, technically, it's just in a form that isn't mine. Which could drive anyone mad, when you think about it. There's just so many limitations I don't usually face." Like, for instance, clothing itself. And bathing. And everything else Hattie seemed to find endearing.

The TARDIS would never understand it.

"I don't understand," she said, washing off her legs. "What's wrong with it? That's the dress I wore when I finally spoke with my Doctor."

Hattie -almost- sees what you did there. Almost. Once TARDIS prattles on, the blonde becomes more confused and she slowly looks over her shoulder with an utterly perplexed expression. When she thought about it, perhaps she was looking at the future of Ella here. Ella was also quite bright and socially inept.

No doubt about it, this was the Ella of the future.

"Oh boy," she grumbled, but as the words started to sink in, it sort of made sense. In a very very strange way. But since she doesn't really understand the concept of a cyborg, it eludes her. Claiming to be a ship just makes things more confusing.

The mention of the dress being an heirloom of sorts, garners more sympathy from Hattie, however. ".. What? Really? Well.. Hmn, in that case I suppose if anyone can fix it, it'd be my friend Sheila. She's a rather talented seamstress. It's filthy and it's torn, Sidra, you can't walk around wearing this as is. It's humiliating!"

"Humiliating for who?" The TARDIS blinked, wondering if perhaps her attire had been bothering the Doctor all this time and he just hadn't mentioned it. There had been so many times in the past where someone had insulted her appearance, or called her old and broken, and the Doctor had supported her. But was the dress going too far? Had she offended him without even knowing it? The thought was a horrible one and her expression fell, eyes wide with concern.

How could she have not known? But Hattie had! What a clever woman she was.

"If that's the case, I suppose I could use a new coat of paint," she said. "Clothes. Whatever you feel is proper."

".. Egh, you really don't understand, do you?" Hattie relied as she was unable to help but look over her shoulder again in preparation to lecture the ship, but upon catching her expression, it kept her temper in check.

When she thought about it, she could work with this!

"Yes, of course!" Hattie replied, gradually catching on and tried not to seem too excited. "All right, I'll be right back. Once you've dried off, put on the robe on the sink for the moment."

And once she does she returns with a modern-ish,blue dress. As for undergarments, she'll.. Cross that bridge another time. "Now this, I'm quite confident the Doctor will love it~."

Generally Hattie's enthusiasm would only add to the TARDIS' confusion, since she could never quite understand why the other woman was so happy at the idea of clothes. But then she was off and the TARDIS had no real choice but to finish cleaning up and tossing on the robe as instructed, doing another cursory sweep of the bathroom while she waited for Hattie to return.

She even fixed a couple loose pipes she found, tightening their bolts. She was finishing up one under the sink when Hattie returned, peeking her head back out to see the dress. She couldn't say it was remarkable, but she didn't know any better, either.

But it was her favourite colour.

"He will?" she asked, standing and approaching the other woman to take the dress. "I hope so. I'll have to let you know if he does."

So the two are ping-pong paddles and confusion is the ball? Sounds rather accurate!

When Hattie returned, she just gave TARDIS a look. It's not one of anger, but not really confusion, more of an 'Am I -really- seeing this?' look. ".. I- Sidra, what in the name of?" She handed the dress over, then took a moment to look haughty, "Well of course he will! But I'd love to know regardless."

Curiosity got the best of Hattie, though, and she knelt to look under the sink. There's a pause, ".. You made the water stop dripping? That's amazing!"

Thoroughly impressed, Hattie stood once more, "So, as for your old dress, I'm going to speak with one of my friends who's quite the seamstress- I'll have her mend your old dress good as new. It may take about a week, but I'll certainly return it, all right?"

"It was simple enough. I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't been bored and poking about." The TARDIS shrugged nonchalantly, like it wasn't anything (because to her it wasn't), before fluffing out the dress she'd been handed. Then she started taking off her robe to put the new dress on as she listened to Hattie.

"You'll do that? That should be more than acceptable, yes." Her voice was slightly muffled by fabric as she tried tugging the garment over her head. "And I'll be sure to let you know what he thinks of the clothes you gave me, yes?"

As frustrating as TARDIS could be, Hattie had to admit there was a bit of charm to the woman. It was a very -strange- charm, yes, but charm all the same.

But she certainly wouldn't be bringing this one to some classy dinner.

"Of.. Course I would." Hattie replied with a quirked brow. She thought to mention the buttons, but decided not to for the moment- Instead just helping to get the dress on. "Honestly, I don't know how regularly this house is maintained. Perhaps once the jacuzzi is installed, you could give the house a lookover? Of course, this means I'll need to fit you into proper clothing for work. A dress simply won't do for that kind of labor."

"And yes, please do! However, I should mention that you shouldn't tell him that I said he would like it. That does defeat the purpose of a compliment, Sidra. Just ask him something along the lines of 'What do you think'?"

Upkeeping the house sounded like it would at least be entertaining for a time and so the TARDIS nodded, smoothing down the dress around her hips absentmindedly. "That seems like a perfectly acceptable course of action. I'd be happy to look into more things around the house." Granted, she wasn't really a handyman, but she could handle wiring and some minor construction.

Or so she thought.

"What do you think?" she echoed, trying out the phrase. That was a question that could very well backfire. "Very well. This should be fun, yes? I think this is what fun is, at least."

Hattie didn't suspect in any way that it could backfire, despite knowing what she did about the Doctor. She expected the answer to be along the lines of, "'It looks wonderful!' I'm sure that's what he'll say. And yes, you're starting to get it, Sidra! That's pretty much how it works, making other people happy is a way of having fun. Despite some of the.. Ahem, clashes in culture, I've enjoyed your company."

She took a critical look at the woman, grabbed a comb and brush, then slipped behind the ship to to what she could with her hair, "Though, we do need to get your hair in order, it's rather out of control.. We'll look into styling it properly another time, but for now.." Fuss fuss. "I'll be looking forward to seeing your work! By the way.. Now that you have a better understanding of the concept, what -do- you normally do for fun?"

While Hattie attacked her mess of curls, the TARDIS considered her question, wincing every now and again at a particularly nasty snag being brushed out. "Explore, I suppose," she offered. "And build, like this bathroom. It's something to do. I enjoy learning things and being with my Doctor. Oh, and sweets!" She grinned at that. "Since coming here, I've found I like to eat sweets. That's a fun thing, isn't it?"

She paused before adding: "I rather enjoy your company as well, Hattie."

Oh it was not easy. Hattie tried to be as gentle as she could, but this was a real mess to work with! She apologized on occassion to particularly large snags, and quirked a brow to the mention of exploring. She doubted TARDIS meant exploring malls. However she seems to relate more to the mention of sweets, "You don't say! I enjoy sweets as well! I really love fruits that are dipped in chocolate the most, have you ever had anything like that?"

She used sprays and liquids, then after plenty more combing, eventually TARDIS' hair was straight. Very very straight. So straight it looked a bit odd to her, "I may have overdone it.. But it's good! It's.. It's good. It makes you look.. Younger!"

Though wait. Did.. Tardis say she enjoyed her company? Hattie shouldn't have looked as surprised as she did upon hearing it, but she did Perhaps she expected it to be worded differently? "Very well! I have much more to teach you. At another time, of course. Preferably during chocolate dipped fruit time."

She had to admit, chocolate-covered fruit sounded delightful and the TARDIS clapped her hands at the suggestion, catching her reflection in the mirror. She tilted her head, long straight locks falling around her shoulders, before turning to Hattie and grabbing her hand.

"We must, yes," she informed the other woman, almost matter-of-factly. "And I will be around often to install your new bathroom. And you will teach me more." She grinned. "So this is what it's like having friends? It's ... enjoyable. Quaint, but enjoyable." She bobbed her now-combed head. "I look forward to seeing you again."

Generally speaking, this was when she'd just disappear. But seeing as she wasn't a ship-ship, she had to fall back on walking toward the exit, still holding Hattie's hand, since she'd forgotten she was holding it.

Hattie tried not to look too smug about TARDIS' reaction; she had a feeling the other woman would like that. Now if only she could get even the slightest grasp on her other interests! Alas, baby steps, Hattie. Baby steps.

"Why.. Yes. Yes it is, as a matter of fact!" Hattie gladly agreed, blissfully unaware of the possibilities of ladies disappearing in the blink of an eye. "Let's do it soo- Ack!" the blonde staggered along- It was hardly the most approving of gestures, but it seemed kind of wrong to yell at her so soon after having 'officially' become friends.

However instead of heading to the front door, the pair once again ended up at the basement, since they needed to get the wheelbarrel of the ship's new 'treasures'. There was a ramp that led to the doors to the side yard, and she had to fiddle a bit with the latch to get the doors to swing open.

"Do be careful, Sidra." she warned one last time. She was really afraid of the new dress getting messed up.

(OOC: And if you'd like, there's another thread Ella recently set up for a social tea gathering. If you're not too busy and/or looking for more people to confuse, Hattie would be happy to have you!)

With wheelbarrow in tow, the TARDIS nodded at Hattie, pushing her items up the ramp toward the outdoors. "I'll be careful, of course," she responded, thinking absolutely nothing of her dress. She just figured the other woman was worried for her safety, which the ship found a rather silly fright, but friends didn't point that out, right? No, they simply assured one another, or so she thought. "Until next time, Blonde One."

[ooc; I would be happy to tag in!]

Edited 2012-05-17 14:05 (UTC)

..... Did Hattie really forget to introduce herself? She's so stunned by being addressed as 'blonde one' that it wasn't until TARDIS was off on her merry way- and she finally added, "It's.. Hattie."

Oh well!

(OOC: http://sirenspull-logs.dreamwidth.org/113041.html Here you go! Ella's given the ok~.)

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