Open RP Post

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[ OLD CHARACTER POSTS. Mike Chilton | Chuck ]

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[crossmyhearts]

[he's
so deeply insulted right now, there are no words.]

Are you saying I look old?!

[recurred]

No! No.

[now she feels bad]

I just meant the way you said it makes it sound...young.

[crossmyhearts]

That's because I am! Well, maybe not if you compare me to humans, but as a Time Lord I am young... ish. If you compare me to the average lifespan of a star, for instance, then I am really young. And if you consider the whole universe and how it came to be then I am really reeeeeally young.

[pats bowtie.] That doesn't change the fact that I look great for my age.

[recurred]

[sassy arm fold]

You sure dress your age.

[crossmyhearts]

[looks down at himself.

he gon take yo grandpa style]

What are you talking about? This is how all the young lads dress these days. [did he just say the word lad. yes he did. pretend it didn't happen she might not point it out.]

[recurred]

[scrunches nose. she's not gonna let it go]

I didn't know it was 1903. I should stop showing so much ankle.

[crossmyhearts]

I am most definitely sure this is not how people dressed in 1903.

[points down at his own feet, please to notice his pants are rolled up and shorter] See if it weren't for my boots I'd be showing ankle too!

[recurred]

Whatever you say, gramps.

[taps the interface lightly]

Pull the lever?

[crossmyhearts]

[rests hand on lever]

[squinting his eyes at her]

Not until you apologize. And tell me I'm handsome and fashionable.

[recurred]

Can't take a little criticism? I'm sorry.

[but she's not saying the other stuff]

[crossmyhearts]

[a moment of silence. yes he is waiting for her to say the other stuff]

[and waiting]

[still waiting]



[...

fine]

Right then! On we go. [hits some buttons and pulls the lever] Next stop: Mars!

[recurred]

[that was sad, it really was]

[sits back and watches him enthusiastically pull levers and push buttons]

[skips back some to go try and peek out the front window, even though she's too short]

That should be it then, yeah?

[crossmyhearts]

That is it! Now wait here. [making his way down the control panel and towards one of the hallways]

Oh, and you can open the doors, just... don't step outside. Obviously. [because they're floating in space right now]

Anyway, back in a moment! [and off he goes]

[recurred]

Obviously.

[cmon]

[bounces a little in place in anticipation. looking back for him to return and then another hop to try and see out the window]

[crossmyhearts]

[comes back running with a mess of ropes and something with a lot of straps slung over his shoulder]

What's that? You didn't open the doors? Come on then! [practically jumps over to where she is by the doors and opens the both of them to the sides dramatically]

[yep they are floating in space, just above--] Mars!

[recurred]

[SHE WAS ABOUT TO. like hand hovering at the handle about to before he startles her]

[she knows better by now, but sometimes opening a door in space doesn't seem like a good idea even when she knows. sort of.]

[steps to his side and ducks under one of his arms to see]

Oh my stars..

[crossmyhearts]

[moving to the side a little and glancing down at her, he breaks into a big smile]

[that's the reaction. actually that's better than he'd expected]

So tell me, Clara. Would you like to step outside? [lifting the things on his shoulder a bit. up close it should be easy to tell they're chest harnesses.]

[recurred]

[does a double take]

Is it safe? I mean I know it's safe in here, but going out there? What about...breathing and you know the empty void of space?

[not to doubt him, but there's something about going out into space with a harness and only a harness]

ghh sorry about that.

[crossmyhearts]

Force shields. We have breathable air for about... A hundred-fifty feet. Hundred? No matter. The straps don't go farther than fifty, it's perfectly safe. [that's what he remembers. he's used them before that's how he knows they'll be alright]

Besides, she's got our backs. [pats the wooden doors fondly]

Here! [hands Clara one of the harnesses, then struggles to put the other on himself]

[recurred]

Perfectly safe. [saying it like she's convincing herself, and gives the TARDIS a little pat on her end. nice TARDIS, good TARDIS.]

[shuffles harness in hands to find the right way with them before getting distracted by his struggle]

You good over there?

[crossmyhearts]

Yes! This-- [elbow jutting out] --is just-- [a twirl and a stumble] --standard procedure... Aha!!

[SUCCESS! somehow. locking the harness on the front and grabbing the end of his long strap where there's this big shiny hook]

[and locking it into the handrail]

[recurred]

[graceful]

[figures the arm straps eventually and looking for her own and then doing the same]

So.... Jump on three?

[crossmyhearts]

On three.

[holds her hand

waits for a moment

then grins]

-- three!! [running and jumping out that door]

[recurred]

W--[screaming]

[except only sort of]

[mild flailing while gripping of his hand as they drift off]

[crossmyhearts]

Geronimo!!

[also screaming]

[but mostly laughing]

[they're now floating in space while somehow breathing. how's that for impressive aren't you impressed clara.] We're literally in space!!