The Old Order

Robin stared idly at the fish in the console room, as she often did while waiting for them to decide on a destination. She was sprawled upside down on one of the spinny chairs, reaching out with her feet to turn herself with the console. "What about Feredin, huh? You never did take me there." She wondered, briefly, if spinning around 360 degrees was a bad decision, and decided that Theta was probably already at least vaguely unhappy with her feet where they were. Also she would probably hit her head on something. 

"What is it, anyway? You never said," Robin huffed, swinging herself back up into a normal seated position, more or less, with the back of the chair at her side. She examined the panel in front of her, slightly displeased she had absolutely no clue what any of it did. The best guess she'd ever made was slamming into it with her elbow and sending them shooting for Jupiter. 

Then she got an idea.

"Can I fly us? Is this a thing that can happen?" Robin perked up, jumping out of her seat and hurrying to the section of console Theta was near. "I wanna try it, just this once? Pleaaase?" she drew out the word, clasping her hands together near her cheek in the cheesiest beg she could muster. Of course, he'd have to do a lot of helping, but how cool would it be if she could say she successfully flew a space ship?

Theta's eyes widened in horror at Robin's suggestion; almost unconsciously, he put himself between his companion and the console.

"You, uh. Drive? I... I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Robin"

He glanced backwards at the hologram panels then back to her overdone plead-y face. A part of him wondered, 'how bad would it be? this TARDIS isn't a hard one to drive!', but then he remembered her... other attempts, at driving things, far less complex than a TARDIS. Or all the times she'd rammed the panels with her elbow (though, to be honest, that one time on Jupiter wasn't so bad).

Yeahhh no, letting Robin drive was sounding like a bad plan.

"How about... we go fly shuttles, or something, at a space fair? Or even something that doesn't have to do with driving, like hiking on Mars?" please don't ask to drive the TARDIS, please don't ask to drive the TARDIS...

Robin huffed, crossing her arms in defeat. She knew it wasn't going to happen. It was worth a shot, she supposed.... Still, it was quite a disappointing answer. She had a feeling any pleas wouldn't necessarily be effective, so dropping it here was probably the best plan. It just stung a little, that he didn't think she could do it. Not even a shuttle, evidently. Sure she was a bit of a mess, and really quite clumsy, but... She had a shot, right?

Well clearly not.

"Alright then, Feredein it is," Robin shrugged, doing her best to hide the disappointment from her tone. Honestly, it really wasn't a big deal. At least he didn't need to know it was. Although she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to keep that upbeat-ness going. She shrugged again, at a bit of a loss for what to say next. That wasn't necessarily an answer she expected.


((Sorry Kos, trying to move this towards you do you don't have to wait for us to reach the planet first)