Jan. 5th, 2026 02:54 am
Me, unhappy to be here - OTA
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fhlogsMe was not pleased to find herself here. She had been offered a room but had refused. Her home, all the home she needed, was shrunk down and in her pocket. Along with all her most important belongings. Save the one she wore around her neck hidden by her shirt.
For those who had not yet met her, she was a bit... interesting to see. Or, rather, her clothing was. Me herself just looked like a short young woman. But the way she was dressed...
It wasn't just the black silk button down with the silver buttons carved in Gallifreyan. The neck of the shirt went up just shy of her chin and down to be tucked into her pleated skirt. The skirt was jet black with silver pleats and two silver buttons at one hip. No, it was mostly the leggings. They were black, darker even than vantablack somehow. It was as though the black was an absence. Over that void black were dots of silver that seemed almost to glow against the darkness of her leggings. They were in a pattern that few would recognize. They were the constellations, the stars and planets that could be seen from Gallifrey in the last years of reality. One by one, slowly, each light went out, in the order the stars and worlds went out as everything ended. The whole thing would take about an hour then the lights would all reappear at once, then the cycle would start again.
The leggings were tucked into silver and black slouch socks. She also had black sneakers with silver laces and rubber. Her hair was in a tight braid down her back held closed with a silver and black scrunchie. She had a small silver and diamond nose stud and diamond earrings, because why not.
She rested a hand over the pocket in her skirt on the far side from the buttons. The Tardis was there, thankfully. She just needed to figure out where to place it until she could leave.
She strode down the road, looking for an empty place to settle, hoping not to see or talk to anyone.
Sadly, she knew what her luck was like...
For those who had not yet met her, she was a bit... interesting to see. Or, rather, her clothing was. Me herself just looked like a short young woman. But the way she was dressed...
It wasn't just the black silk button down with the silver buttons carved in Gallifreyan. The neck of the shirt went up just shy of her chin and down to be tucked into her pleated skirt. The skirt was jet black with silver pleats and two silver buttons at one hip. No, it was mostly the leggings. They were black, darker even than vantablack somehow. It was as though the black was an absence. Over that void black were dots of silver that seemed almost to glow against the darkness of her leggings. They were in a pattern that few would recognize. They were the constellations, the stars and planets that could be seen from Gallifrey in the last years of reality. One by one, slowly, each light went out, in the order the stars and worlds went out as everything ended. The whole thing would take about an hour then the lights would all reappear at once, then the cycle would start again.
The leggings were tucked into silver and black slouch socks. She also had black sneakers with silver laces and rubber. Her hair was in a tight braid down her back held closed with a silver and black scrunchie. She had a small silver and diamond nose stud and diamond earrings, because why not.
She rested a hand over the pocket in her skirt on the far side from the buttons. The Tardis was there, thankfully. She just needed to figure out where to place it until she could leave.
She strode down the road, looking for an empty place to settle, hoping not to see or talk to anyone.
Sadly, she knew what her luck was like...
Re: Phone tags. please excuse typos and other errors and only doing this journal.
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She wouldn't. She had left an entire reality because the temptation to Unmake someone had been so strong. She left the closest thing she'd cobbled together to a home as she could have managed. She left the few people she had come to care about rather than Unmaking Rose. But she did not admit it, and would not admit it. Not to him, not to anyone.
It was better if they all thought her a monster. If they all stayed away.
It would hurt less when they vanished if she never cared in the first place. So she'd make it impossible to care about them by making them hate her, if she must. She'd done it before.
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And probably starting a new round of trying to figure out how to open the portals and get these people out of here.
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Thank you for the thread!