trans_9 | And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

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And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

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The Doctor is more than happy to allow him to avoid the topic. Quick change of subject is, after all, the Doctor's standard tactic when conversation turns to his family.

"Oh, just a... thing," he says, entirely unhelpfully, and holds it up for inspection. "It finds stuff for me, though... not quite so effectively here. I'd blame it on the ship, except there's a chance it'll hear me and take offense."

Not that it probably didn't just hear that, if indeed it does monitor communications. The Doctor's not really that concerned, and it shows.

"Wait the thing will hear you or the ship?" Beastboy blinked seemingly horrified at the idea the ship might be listening in on his every conversation, "Dude...if the ship got mad at us we'd be in so much trouble! I'm still getting over the fact that it's alive and we're inside it. I mean...I did something like that once with my best bud to stop a computer virus but this is still weird."

"Oh, I meant the ship. This thing's not designed to pick up audio input, never mind understand it. The ship, on the other hand..."

He glances around the room, to the faces of the great statues on the walls, to the... somewhat disturbingly eye-like windows, to the fleshy chairs themselves. Yeah, that's... not a comforting thought at all, but he smiles again as he looks back to the boy, seemingly perfectly assured.

"If it helps, I think the ship needs us. No sense in harming the people it went to all that trouble to save and keep alive and all, yeah?"

Beastboy did give an uneasy look around, "Yeah but that doesn't make it any less creepy you know? I mean I know creepy, I've been down far enough on the creepy scale that I touched bottom once or twice and this is right up there...down there...somewhere." He laughed at his own metaphorical fail.

"I'm guessing you're kinda used to this sorta stuff though? You don't seem too confused about anything."

"Just a bit, yeah," the Doctor says with a faint smile. "The TARDIS - my ship, I mean - it's alive too, but... not quite like this. Much less... fleshy, in general. And a lot less talkative. There are quite a few benefits to living ships, actually, but I do feel a lot better about them when I know what they're for. Or who's giving them orders, for that matter."

He pauses, and then adds with a little shrug, "And as far as creepy goes, it could be much worse. Trust me." At least they don't have to be paranoid about every shadow around here...

"Oh it can always be worse." Beastboy agreed, "Oh by the way I'm Beastboy, super hero, green heart throb, and now apparently space adventurer." He laughed and stuck out his gloved hand, "Nice to meetcha dude."

The Doctor chuckles, and reaches out to shake the boy's hand. Any other person might ask what kind of a name is Beastboy anyway, but... well, he can't exactly talk, now can he?

"It's nice to meet you too. I'm the Doctor, traveller in time and space! So... not actually so different, for me."

"Cooooool!" Beastboy responded with a tone of excitement, "So do you have like a space ship or a time machine or a timespace ship? Or a spacetime machine?" He eagerly inquired.

"All of the above!" the Doctor replies brightly. "It's called the TARDIS - only ship like it in the universe. Possibly... any universe, though I haven't actually checked."

Gallifrey may still be extant in other realities, and thus, naturally, other TARDISes must still exist in those realities, but... Well, if so, the Doctor's not sure he wants to know.

"TARDIS?" He questioned trying the word out, "Does that like, mean something or is it just a fun sounding word?"

"It stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space." He pauses a moment, and then adds by way of explanation, "It's... bigger on the inside than the outside, on top of being a time machine and all. Dimensionally transcendent, if you like."

"Oh uh...I see." Beastboy said trying to hide his complete and utter confusion, "That sounds really cool though! Do you have it around here on Stacy or whatever? I bet it'd be really useful...somehow." Just how Beastboy hadn't worked out yet.

"Sort of." The Doctor grimaces a little. "It would be... very, very useful, but it's locked - won't open no matter what I try, which is very strange. I'm getting the feeling someone doesn't want me having access to it."

He casts a glance to the ceiling again to indicate the ship itself. It makes sense - if he could get into the TARDIS, the ship might not have any way of keeping him here. Although, to be honest, curiosity would probably make him stay all on its own. That, and his own inability to resist a challenge.

"Duuuude creepy." Beastboy stated once again "You've got a point though I mean...sure she saved us and all but how much of what the big techno overlord says can we trust?" Not that they had much choice in the matter.

"Sorry. I promise I'm not trying to create conspiracy theories or anything."

He does realise, at least - if a little late - that maybe he should be making an effort to not unnerve the child. But that would require thinking about the words he's saying before they make it out of his mouth, and with this Doctor, that's probably a lost cause.

"I'm sure it's a... lovely ship, with perfectly good reasons for everything, but you know how it is. One minute you're on a space cruise on a lovely ship, and then before you know it, there's a bunch of homicidal angels and an angry cyborg ruining everyone's holiday." Pause. "I'm sure that won't happen here either. For one thing, this ship doesn't even have Host."

...that was reassuring. Yep.

"Oh yeah absolutely." Beastboy rolled his eyes "It's like one minute you're trying to play a video game on your buddies computer, the next minute he's infected with a computer virus and trying to eat everything in sight."

Oh sorry? He thought you were playing a game where you compare completely ridiculous sounding situations that actually happened. It actually has nothing to do with the situation at hand. He's just easy to confuse.

Oh, the Doctor loves this game. Though he tends to get derailed by questions, like...

"Well, yeah, that can happen- Wait, your friend caught the computer virus? What, was he a robot? Not that there's anything wrong with that. I've had plenty of robot friends. And a dog, I think I mentioned him..."

"Oh yeah he's totally a cyborg." Beastboy put on a voice like a movie announcer, "Half man, half machine, all buttkicking awesomeness!" He grinned cheerfully once again talking about something he understood...himself.

"My friends got some super genius kid villain to agree to go into Cyborg and fix him and I turned myself into a single cell creature to make sure he did it. When he tried to bail I ended up having to save Cyborg myself! It was way gross and awesome!"

"That's... actually, that's a bit brilliant," the Doctor says with a grin. He hadn't considered that the boy could turn into something that small, and he's more than a little impressed. "Also a bit mad, but that's alright, those are usually the best solutions anyway." At least, in the Doctor's world, they are.

"Dude I know right?" Beastboy beamed with pride, "But like I told the virus when it told me I had zero chance of defeating him. I may not be smart enough to know everything, but I'm dumb enough to try anything." He laughed cheerfully, "So when I found the core of the ugly nasty thing I multiplied myself so many times I overwhelmed him and we got washed out into Cyborg's nose where he sneezed us out!"

"Oh, you weren't exaggerating when you said gross," the Doctor comments, though he seems more amused than bothered. He would have had to get out of his friend's body somehow, and sneezing isn't quite so bad a way to go, when you think about it... "And anyway, I'm very smart, and I run into things I don't know all the time. Being willing to try anything's just as useful, in the long run. Though being smart certainly never hurt..."

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