Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 6 - The Final Scratch

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Such a strange occurrence needed, finally a conclusion. Thanks for the Time Lord's trinket gift, there was suddenly an old, fearsome creature made of gears, it's old features squeaking (although not as bad as before, since a certain someone had given him a good oil job). Analog,the fearsome creature known by some as a the crankiest Time Dragon, walked in the city to find out o where Eleven was. She could smell him even in here, you see (wow that's creepy). Flanked by her three handmaidens, the women giggling like schoolgirls at everything, memorized at the ship. The city could hold her well, for all her large size.

First step - Find the Doctor, ask him what he wants. Step two - Do that. Step three - Get out of here.

She still was a Time Dragon, after all. Proud....and cranky. These boring old puny humanoids were nothing as the greatness of HERSELF so the sooner they were our of her mind, the better.

[OOC - Done! Go for it.]

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"River Song? Who in Time Dragon's Great Metallic Oil Blazes names their kid River Song? Rivers can't sing, they just make their way all over land and flood up with too much rain. Never liked rivers really, unless it was with oil." Thank you Analog, for your riveting and brilliant monolog that had nothing to do with this but insult someone.

Same old. Same old.

It was rather particular then, that she stuck her head closer to the pipe until...well, most of it came out of it like genie stuck inside, the now gigantic head-only form looking at the Doctor (who was pinching himself) with one gear-filled eye. Silence, then she reached over and smelled him so loudly his hair blew up into the air. Quite a site to behold, all things considered, having a Time Lord holding a tiny pipe with a gigantic metallic time dragon's head hovering above it like there as no problem in the world.

"Oh!" she said, her voice much lowered than before, the grumbling impossible to miss. "I can smell that. The stench of another. Really Lord Bolt, you should know better than to let a female fuse with you on such a molecular level."

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River, you're too quick sometimes. Quick enough that he doesn't have to tell you that Complicated is just easier as shorthand and it tends to get a lot less questions asked by, say, nosy humans who can't take no or "I'm busy" for an answer.

And does she have to pinch him? The Doctor jumps almost out of his skin when his own hand sneaks around and gets him right in the side.

He even makes an undignified squeak. Congratulations, River. You and Analog have now heard the Time Lord version of a squeak.

The Doctor struggles to compose himself and his body. Right. Lord of Time, Lord Bolt things plus Doctor Song in him. Privately he has to say that River Song, contrary to what Analog says in her grumpy Time Dragon way, is a perfectly lovely name; at any rate he likes it, the Doctor huffing and he could go without the dragon head suddenly hovering over him. It's already much closer than he would've liked Analog. One week was scarred into his memory, worse than the very worst case of food poisoning he'd had in all his lives. The Doctor finds himself leaning away from the pipe in his hands now that he's very...personal with Analog's gears right in his face.

"Couldn't be helped," the Doctor says, trying to regain control of the situation. Between River inside him and Analog nearly blowing his hair right off the top of his head, it's harder than it looks! "So! Yes! What you're here for. Maybe you and your princessi could help with this fusing problem. Are you busy? Full schedule of hoarde guarding, I suppose."

With her, it's difficult to tell. Given she's a Time Dragon, he's surprised she's surprised at their current body-sharing status. He thinks she would have seen it coming.

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Strange how River doesn't even bat an eye - if she had one - at the strange time dragon whose head was peaking out of a pipe. She's gotten used to these strange things over years.

And that squeak was adorable. River's laughing in his head.

"Let's just say it's a name I grew into and I'm proud of it. Rivers run fast and strong." River retorts, butting into the Doctor's conversation rather rudely. Sorry love, River's not the sort to back down easily. Melody was her birth name. River Song was the head strong woman she'd grown into once she'd been given a glimpse of her future-self. Well now River was that future self. It was all a bit confusing. Time travel, you can never keep everything straight in your head.

"Yes, any help would be appreciated. I quite prefer my own body."

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"And I quite prefer you gone and removed from of Lord Bolt's body, I assure you," she replied back. Her head disappeared again into the contraption, as there was the sound of rustling, and the giggling of three girls.

"You may wish to put that down on the floor, Lord Bolt," she warned him, coughing. "We're going to come through for a few hours. It is not like that play is going to be interesting, regardless. Pah what Time Dragon asks that as payment? A sorry excuse for one, that's what....Now, which of you three three dolls would like to go first?"

They could hear the women laughing and saying 'me!' over and over, until what sounded like a Time Dragon nursery rhyme was being chanted (Oil and sea of fire, time dragons are the best in the universe, watch as we squish the rest they are the worst...) and the squeal of a girl as she won and was suddenly pushed right through the gadget and where the Doctor was standing, Analog's nose peeking in for half a second (guess how she had shoved her in) before retreating to push the next one. And then the last.

"Well ladies? How is the area?" They looked around and got up, smiling. Gently, before he could protest, they suddenly grabbed the Doctor and made a run far, far away from the trinket.

"It's alright now, Lady Analog!" one of the girls cried out, as the giant frame struggled to push itself out from the very tiny thing that amazingly still held together by who knows WHAT type of magic. It was much like watching a fat dog trying to pass through the trap door, as she cursed in her own language and things that were very possibly even sensitive to the poor Doctor's ears, gears popping in and landing loudly on the floor, but eventually the task was done. She brought a finger to the side of her face and flicked a final gear to the floor.

Sometimes it was a wonder she still had so many of them, with the way they just kept falling off.

"Now then. Point me to whoever caused this and I'll fix it. But this will be the last time I'll ever step in your affairs, Lord Bolt. The Beautiful, Beneficent Lady Analog cannot be bothered to spread her greatness so many times."

Yes I'm sure you were weeping there, Doctor.