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9:41pm February 3, 2014

Continued from Ask Thread//Fourth-Theta-Sigma

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10:50am February 3, 2014

New Face | Open RP

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"Oh, my Lord." Lilith couldn’t help but say, as if she wasn’t possibly the most atheistic person in the city of London in 1889. For all her cleverness, for her mind with the complexities and intelligence far beyond her species, at times of stress she simply could not think of a better thing to say that expressed what she had just witnessed. She was sure she had just seen a poor fellow explode and yet, he was in one piece, right there in front of her. It was almost offensive, going around and exploding and being fine like that. Lilith didn’t mind, though. She was capital at giving offence.

"I- I mean, good heavens, dear fellow, are you alright?"

It wasn’t every day boxes appeared in her back garden in the middle of the night. Hitching her black skirts, the very diminutive woman stepped down from one terrace onto the one the man had appeared on, and in a swish of bustle and taffeta, she was by his side. She really was very tall, the height of her rather tastelessly up-styled hair just barely reached his shoulder. Quickly, she slid off her very large spectacles.

"Doctor? Doctor whom? Oh, nevermind. Good to meet you, Doctor. I am Marchioness Lilith Barrowclough, and you just narrowly missed my lovely dog roses with that box of yours. Never you mind that, you look terrible, please, do come inside and let me take a- a good look at you."

     For a moment, the Doctor was taken aback by the question - quite literally. Was he all right? He stumbled a few steps away from her, trying to catch his balance despite the fact he’d never lost it, and swallowed, looking somewhat lost. The world was new and different and despite the fact he’d changed like this dozens of times before, it felt… odd. He felt odd. With a weak cough and a spattering of golden smoke that dissipated into the air, he offered her a weak smile. 

     ”Ohhhh, I should think so! Get used to it, really, after the first few faces.” There wasn’t any point to lying to her - he doubted she’d’ve managed to miss the fact he’d turned into a lightbulb, now giving off the faintest flickers as the regenerative energy began to bind itself together again. Every new word that came to his lips was a surprise - was he the sort of man that lied? Did he fancy the word ‘onomatopoeia”? Well, actually, he really did like that word, but he hadn’t known that until five seconds ago, when his mind had bothered to make him question it. It occurred to him that hers was the first hand he shook, in this body - it was a very nice hand, too. He hoped he’d get to hold it a lot more. 

     ”Marchioness Lilith Barrowclough! Blimey, that’s a mouthful. Can I call you Lilith? Lily? Ooh, I like Lily. And I’ll have you know, miss Lilith Barrowclough, my box couldn’t’ve crushed your roses, even if she’d wanted to.” Which, given how the TARDIS had been acting recently, she probably had. Still, the Doctor was far too skilled a pilot to’ve let her. Also, the TARDIS was probably being nice, what with the “I am dying and about to regenerate” vibe he’d been giving off. Rather than responding to her invitation, the Doctor threw an arm around her shoulders and began to walk, the leather jacket and purple skivvy really much too large for him - he was rather skinny, wasn’t he? He’d never been that skinny, before. He liked it. 

Lilith really, really did not like to be touched. She did not like to be touched by strangers, especially strange men, and had to grit her teeth just to bear it. She felt ill from it, but tried not to show it. This man had appeared out of thin air, turned gold, and then turned into someone else. He was still breathing gold and, to Lilith, getting to the bottom of that was worth the emotional and physical discomfort of being touched.

“Come inside, quickly – you must keep your voice down in the hall, my maid is asleep and trust me, Doctor, when I say you do not want to wake her. You may call me Miss Lily, I suppose, if you wish. That is what my maid calls me.”

Isabelle was her caretaker and friend as well as her servant. She was not afraid to tell Lilith off, to sometimes treat her as a nurse might treat an old woman with dementia, as on occasion Lilith certainly did warrant it. That Lilith was still awake at half one in the morning, and still dressed as she had been during proper visiting hours, was cause enough for a scolding. Lilith did not ever complain about this treatment – she felt it was just, as she was prone to fits of mania and emotional distress due to her insomnia and bad habits. Isabelle was more her friend than anything, and she had proven the most invaluable person in Lilith’s life. All the midnight telling-offs in the world could never refute that.

Ushering the Doctor through the back door, she shut it behind him and guided him to the first door on the right – her study.

It was a rather terrifying place to be at night. Most of the walls were covered in bookshelves nearly seventeen feet tall. Some bookshelves held more things than books, also containing jars of grim, pale things preserved in formaldehyde. In the centre of the room, between the door and the desk, was a glass case almost a metre long. Inside was a fossilised skull of gigantic proportions, an almost crocodilian skull. On top of the case slept a large, hairy black mass, revealed to be a cat when Lilith past by to pet it and it squeaked at her in surprise.

“Please, do sit down.” Lilith said jovially. “I’ve just made some tea, would you perhaps like some, Doctor? Because, you see, I would really like an explanation of what I’ve just witnessed. Kindly do tell me, as I’m unlikely to figure it out on my own.”

She moved around the other side of the desk and sat in her high-backed chair. Almost as an afterthought, she jumped slightly and quickly lit a candle on the desk, illuminating the room and casting long, dark shadows. Perhaps the most remarkable thing was this room, this woman, this place steeped in an almost Addams Family style Gothic atmosphere, was presented without a lick of irony or satire. She was frankly almost ridiculous, but she was simply so undeniably cheery that it was impossible to laugh.

11:13pm January 19, 2014

New Face | Open RP

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Whoa. New teeth, those were new— no, hang on, that meant he had a tongue, because he was feeling with it. Blimey, he didn’t like the taste of his new tongue much, too much mouth. Not enough tongue. Wait! The thoughts that ran through his mind came to an abrupt halt and he paused, taking a deep breath inward as his wide eyes stared at the person in front of him. How long had they been there, had they watched? Probably had, he doubted many humans’d just walk past a big-eared yellow glowstick.

“‘ello! I’m the Doct— no, no… Hold on, hold on. Am I?” His hands went up to pull at his impossible strands of hair, all matted down with sweat. They weren’t ginger. “Well, I’m not ginger. Probably a good sign, for it being me; never am. Hello! I’m the Doctor, like I said. And just who’re you?”

"Oh, my Lord." Lilith couldn’t help but say, as if she wasn’t possibly the most atheistic person in the city of London in 1889. For all her cleverness, for her mind with the complexities and intelligence far beyond her species, at times of stress she simply could not think of a better thing to say that expressed what she had just witnessed. She was sure she had just seen a poor fellow explode and yet, he was in one piece, right there in front of her. It was almost offensive, going around and exploding and being fine like that. Lilith didn’t mind, though. She was capital at giving offence.

"I- I mean, good heavens, dear fellow, are you alright?"

It wasn’t every day boxes appeared in her back garden in the middle of the night. Hitching her black skirts, the very diminutive woman stepped down from one terrace onto the one the man had appeared on, and in a swish of bustle and taffeta, she was by his side. She really was very tall, the height of her rather tastelessly up-styled hair just barely reached his shoulder. Quickly, she slid off her very large spectacles.

"Doctor? Doctor whom? Oh, nevermind. Good to meet you, Doctor. I am Marchioness Lilith Barrowclough, and you just narrowly missed my lovely dog roses with that box of yours. Never you mind that, you look terrible, please, do come inside and let me take a- a good look at you."

11:38pm December 16, 2013

The most important man in the Universe and the fed up paleontologist

fourth-theta-sigma:

As far as he was concerned, she didn’t look like a sad wedding cake, more like some kind of flower whose time was long gone - and though this might have sounded rather unpleasant if he had said it, he meant it in a nice way. She was like those flowers from ancient times that were kept between the pages of a book, preserved for centuries, still intact, tarnished by time but even more beautiful because of it. Sometimes, he found it quite surprising that he had grown to find her so attractive, so intoxicating even, but he knew very well affection was nothing logical. Affection. One day, he would be able to think of it as what it truly was, as love, but the idea still made him cringe a bit - not that loving Lilith was something wrong, no, he could not even imagine loving anyone as he loved her, but love in general made him uncomfortable. In that regard, he was very similar to the Doctor he was used to meet.

He listened to her speech about her friend with a little smile, not really paying attention to her words. He had no intention of being rude towards this guy, he wasn’t the jealous kind and even so, he would deem it as stupid to behave like a spoiled brat because someone laid hands on her before he did. He had understood quite quickly that she was no virgin and had no problem with that, that did not make her impure in any way - actually, her being experienced was interesting. Had he grown up on Gallifrey, surrounded by the “no-touching” policy of his kind, he would probably have had another opinion on the subject ; but growing on Earth erased this idea that physical contact was wrong and he enjoyed it more than he could say. That touching Lilith let him read her mind didn’t bother him, he knew how to keep himself from invading her privacy. Once again, Earth taught him that, after a few pecks on the cheeks and handshakes.

"I won’t behave like a dick," he promised, bringing her hands to his lips. "I have no reason to. You can trust me on that, if anything. Besides, what good would it do me if you were crossed at me ? I mean, I don’t wanna have to sleep on the couch because you’re angry." As soon as the words came out, he realized how insensitive they might sound - he realized they could mean he was using her just for sex. But she’d know better. If he wanted sex, he could have it, there were plenty of other options for him and they were a lot less complicated. To see her, he crossed universes. She would know he wasn’t with her just because she was a fantastic lover. He admired her intellect and knew she would understand - understand how much he loved her, though he would never say it.

"Actually, I can’t wait to meet your family," he said, purposely wording his sentence to acknowledge the fact they mattered a lot to her. "And it’s flattering you want me to meet them. A bit frightening, too. But yeah, I’d love to come along." A smirk appeared on his lips as he bent towards her to kiss her lips tenderly. "Especially if it involves me getting out of this robes and you getting out of this dress…"

“I think you might be right, Theta. They are my family, even if it’s by employ and scandalous relation, for I love and care for them more than I could possibly say. I do actually have some blood relatives, you know, but if it’s possible to keep you apart from them, I think I shall. Apart from one sweet and particularly excellent cousin, my relatives are all as cruel and draconian as my father. My uncle Alistair is an Anglican priest. My other uncle, Richard, had three daughters. His late wife’s sister is my good cousin’s mother. Oh, my love, I fear that I am boring you.” She smiled and kissed him in return.

His rather forward comment made her blush. Oh, after all these times, he could still make her blush. She gently reached up to stroke his cheek, a faint smile on her lips and her cheeks rosy. Her other dalliances were nothing; the only person for her was Theta. She could sleep with a thousand men and she would not love him any less. No matter that he could read her mind, because she might as well be able to read his.

She could always tell what he was thinking, what worried him, what he needed, what he had done wrong – there was nothing he could hide from her, and that would always be the way of it. She did not need any sort of fancy mind reading trick to do it, she simply knew him very, very well. It was never necessary to speak in terms of love, because there was never need of it. It was a fact of life to her, like the sun rising in the east.

The idea of being in love with him, in fact, never crossed her mind once in her entire life. Most people dwelled on those sorts of things, and never thought about things like the evolution of whales, or the structure of the teeth of mosasaurids. Lilith was not even close to being most people, and in fact, it was the opposite for her. She dwelled on whales and mosasaurs and all manner of creatures of the deep, but never on love, because, as stated, it was a fact, and never needed proving or contemplation. Theta was a fact.

“I think,” she said slowly. “Under the circumstances, you shall be getting me out of my clothing…rather a lot. Although, Isabelle will be back soon, very soon, and, well…that would be awkward for her to see…”

She was teasing him. It was evident in her voice and on her face. She really wasn’t particularly good at playing coy, mostly because she always wanted him – in her room, on her desk, and on one particularly memorable occasion, a broom cupboard in The House of Lords.

Giving up her little game, she leaned in again to give him a solid, passionate kiss.

“Are you sure you won’t be terribly bored, Lord President?” She asked him facetiously. “We aren’t a particularly exciting people, I’m afraid, and my little summer mansion holds so few distinctions, I fear you shall get bored of what is possibly the most picturesque location in all of Britain. And I’m afraid to report there will be dancing. Oh, yes, frightful amounts of it, and we all know how such an important man like you loathes to dance. Dances, in fact, of the stately sort, and the village affair.”

It was unusual for a lady, a real, proper lady to show up at village halls for the dancing over summer, but nonetheless, Lilith always did. They were her people, and she would not snub them for all the lords and ladies of the world.

“I’m afraid you shall have to mingle with the common folk, not just the big people. You shall have to sit at my side, you poor president, while people visit me in the drawing room and ask for money or blessings or pass on news about this and that. I’m positive your hearts will fail out of pure boredom. Never you fuss, dear, I’ll get them going for you.”

She leaned forward again to kiss him, this time her hands tangling roughly in his hair, her lips crashing into his in a ferocious manner. She was always rough with him, when she truly wanted something. She would never hurt him, of course, not without permission – but, in her mind, a little biting of the lower lip, a bit of hair tugging…now that wasn’t hurting a person,exactly…

“Theta…” She whispered gently, before her teeth caught his lip again. “I’ve missed you terribly. Nobody knows me like you do.”

10:48pm December 14, 2013

The most important man in the Universe and the fed up paleontologist

fourth-theta-sigma:

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“Theta, of course I want you to come with me. I enjoy my own company, this is true, but I am not used to having no one at all around – and Isabelle does really need to spend time with her family. Oh, I suppose I should warn you, since you are very likely to meet him should you accompany me – I slept with Isabelle’s brother. It’s complicated. A long story. Please don’t tell her, and please don’t be snarky towards him as he is one of the dearest men I know. While I love your wit and your way with words, William is very special to me. Please promise that if you two meet eyes you will not spar with him.”

“As for Isabelle, she certainly does not like you, but she more or less dislikes everyone who is not me – a trait I find rather endearing and good for my ego. No, she is a good-hearted woman, but very focused on her work, and her work happens to be caring for me. Given the complete disarray of a person I am, is it particularly surprising she is the way she is? No doubt your opinions on one another will improve greatly with further acquaintance. You see only the part of her that is work. You do not see her when she is relaxed. Indeed, she is like a sister to me, and there is scarce another person alive more important to me than you and her are. No doubt you shall see her better qualities soon. You will find her clever, witty and, yes, very funny.”

Reaching out, she clasped his hands.

“Please, Theta, say you will come with me. I cannot bear another three months’ separation after these three months past. It has been terribly lonely and I have missed your touch very, very much.”

"Why should I be mean with him ? I’ve slept with other people too, s’not like I expect you to be a virgin or something. Or even faithful to me, whatever that means. You can do whatever the f… the bloody hell you want." He really didn’t care, he trusted her enough to know he would matter to her even if she was to shag the entire planet. Their relationship wasn’t exclusive, at least he hoped she saw it the same way - because it didn’t need to be. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but there was no one in his life that could match Lilith. No one like her. "Actually, I think I can be quite fond of the guy. You choose your mates well." He grinned and bent forward to kiss her on the lips, as to erase the obvious pride in his words. 

"And well, I s’pose I’ll take your word for it - concerning Isabelle. Can’t say I’m looking forward to know more ‘bout her if it means going through Hercules’ trials but yeah, alright, I’ll come with ya." He chuckled, thinking of how his council would take the fact he granted himself some holidays without warning them - oh, and they could go to hell. He needed this and he had deserved it. Besides, what was the point of a time machine if he couldn’t go back to Gallifrey a few seconds after he left ? Unlike the Doctor, he was good at piloting - which was probably due to the fact it wasn’t the Doctor who taught him, but the Master.

"I don’t have any… you know. Clothes. Nothing that matches the era. D’you think we can do something for that ? The robes are great and make me look hotter than ever but I s’pose it won’t be exactly discrete and shit."

Lilith sighed softly. She took Theta’s hands and guided him to sit on the pair of chairs on what she had always referred to as the unfortunate side of the desk; which was to say, opposite her chair. She sat so elegantly – like a woman who had gone to school to learn that sort of thing, which made sense, as she had spent many years at a boarding school for that sort of thing. She slipped out of her lilac gloves – oh, how pale summer colours did not suit her; she looked like a sad wedding cake – and took his hands again.

“I know you delight in vexing people, Theta Sigma, but do try your best not to vex William on purpose. He is not an educated man, he is simple and caring in nature, but he is not foolish and he is as big as a bloody bear. This was years ago, before I met you, but I do care deeply for the man, so keep that in mind while you speak to him. I am faithful to you, Theta, in every sense of the word. True, I do sleep with others – quite a few of them – but I am faithful only to you. You are the source of me, where my loyalty lies is but with you, dearest. I do not expect any more from you than that.”

Nor any less, was the unspoken part. Lilith, as everyone around her and who had worked for her was well aware, had standards. She treated everyone with respect and humanity, but she expected no less from anyone. She expected due decorum, good manners, and kindness in one’s everyday life (and some thought she would not know, but Lilith always knew). It was little surprise that she expected what she gave Theta in return, but she didn’t see need to voice it. What need would there be? She knew he was the same, and that was all there was to it. He treated her with adoration and respect, and love, perhaps, in his own way.

Gently, Lilith reached forward and touched his face. He was leagues more beautiful than she, but what did that matter? He looked older now, she could see it – more mature. He was still Theta, though, her Theta, rough around the edges like a fresh diamond, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

She smiled at him broadly, slipping her spectacles from her face and tucking the arm through the buttonhole of her bodice. There was Lilith, under all the silly hats and frilly summer dresses and gloves like wedding cake icing – a plain, intelligent woman, who liked biscuits and tea and books, and who had a cat and didn’t wear shoes in the house if she wasn’t expecting anyone. That was her, the real her that nobody but Theta and Isabelle ever got to see. If it were just her and Theta, she would likely never wear more than her corset and shift. The sparkle in her eye she got when she watched Theta, that little smile – that was something that all the frilly hats in the universe could not hide.

“Nothing could make me as happy as you joining me, Theta. Nothing.” She told him. “Clothes are of no object. I’m sure I’ve something upstairs – something a little out-dated, perhaps, but I’m sure we can find something. If not, Isabelle can do something. She’s a very quick thinker. Her sister was actually apprenticing as a seamstress in Edinburgh, last I saw her, you know. Mary. Her and Isabelle are twins. Lovely girl, if a bit mousy and shy. The whole family is wonderful, you know. I grew up with them, I did.”

Lilith forced herself to stop talking and gave him a strained smile before looking down at her hands in her lap, fidgeting.

“I’m sorry. I’m babbling again. I’m sure you must not have missed that, darling.” She said with a laugh. “Shall we get you out of those robes, then?”

2:13pm November 13, 2013

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Walking along the seaside in Lyme Regis was the last place Lilith expected to see the TARDIS. It was rather hard to miss, perched on the cliff above the ocean. She had been walking alone, inspecting rocks, when she had noticed it. It was curious that they someone managed to arrive at the same places. She could always find the Doctor, apparently.

As carefully as she could, she made her way back up the beach, up onto the cliff and towards the TARDIS. The wind pulled at her skirts and her parasol, her hair whipping around her face. She wore delicate sunglasses to protect her sensitive eyes on the bright late spring day. She was looking unusually bright – which meant, of course, she was simply wearing a little less black. She always looked cheerful, though, even when she was drenched in black like somebody had died. She drew the line at veils, of course, but only just. There was always that certain uneasiness about people who spoke to her. They usually walked away with the expression of having just experienced the strangest thing they ever would. It was the way she dressed as if she were miserable, but spoke about things with such joy and passion that people couldn’t comprehend the contrast.

She had a red satchel bag over her shoulder that matched the red of the dress she wore today. It was stuffed full of rocks, shells, fossils and other things that had taken Lilith’s fancy over the last few hours combing the beach and cliffs. She rarely had opportunity to come to Dorset, and she was going to use it. The fossil-hunting pursuit, however, was abandoned in lieu of the Doctor.

Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, she sharply rapped on the door.

“Doctor?” she called. “Are you in?”

He’d landed here to find some peace and quiet from the noisy universe. The life of a roaming traveler—or a buccaneer as he preferred to think of himself, was often hard. It wasn’t hard physically, but mentally and emotionally. It gets tiring to be alone and the stress of saving whole universes took a great deal.

Just as he was about to step out of the TARDIS, he heard the familiar call of a friend. Lilith@ What luck they seem to have to find each other. He’s starting to wonder if there’s some sort of destiny, although such a thing is awfully silly.

Still, opening the door to her welcoming smile was more than enough. His previous plans to walk and enjoy the fresh air were abandoned in favor of speaking to her. Hopefully she’ll make him a cake or something.

That wasn’t important. Right now, he was beaming and taking pleasure in her company. His eyes immediately noticed the bag.

"What are you doing here? Isn’t this just a little far from home?"

It had been months, for Lilith, since she had seen him. She didn’t worry – the Doctor would be just fine, she knew, and would come back to her when he wished to. Nonetheless, she was overjoyed to see him.

Despite being a rather plain-looking woman, with little in the way of beauty, she did have a wonderful smile. It was the honest sort of smile, wide, welcome, open. There was something very, very comforting in her smile. Ever so gently, she reached out a gloved hand to smooth down his lapel.

“Goodness. You are well, I trust?” She asked, before glancing down at her bag.

“Oh! Yes, of course. I try to come down here as much as I can – you can imagine why I might love to come to the Jurassic Coast. Think of it as a pilgrimage. Mary Anning is, I suppose, a patron saint of sorts – but, never mind that. What about you, what are you doing here? I can’t imagine there is anything of much interest here to you – I’ve kept an eye out for anything strange, but there’s nothing I could find that could be that attractive to you.”

3:45pm November 11, 2013

Closed//sixthoncomingsassystorm

Walking along the seaside in Lyme Regis was the last place Lilith expected to see the TARDIS. It was rather hard to miss, perched on the cliff above the ocean. She had been walking alone, inspecting rocks, when she had noticed it. It was curious that they someone managed to arrive at the same places. She could always find the Doctor, apparently.

As carefully as she could, she made her way back up the beach, up onto the cliff and towards the TARDIS. The wind pulled at her skirts and her parasol, her hair whipping around her face. She wore delicate sunglasses to protect her sensitive eyes on the bright late spring day. She was looking unusually bright – which meant, of course, she was simply wearing a little less black. She always looked cheerful, though, even when she was drenched in black like somebody had died. She drew the line at veils, of course, but only just. There was always that certain uneasiness about people who spoke to her. They usually walked away with the expression of having just experienced the strangest thing they ever would. It was the way she dressed as if she were miserable, but spoke about things with such joy and passion that people couldn’t comprehend the contrast.

She had a red satchel bag over her shoulder that matched the red of the dress she wore today. It was stuffed full of rocks, shells, fossils and other things that had taken Lilith’s fancy over the last few hours combing the beach and cliffs. She rarely had opportunity to come to Dorset, and she was going to use it. The fossil-hunting pursuit, however, was abandoned in lieu of the Doctor.

Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, she sharply rapped on the door.

“Doctor?” she called. “Are you in?”

10:52pm November 4, 2013

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