Painting Life

((Most random post in the world but here we go))

Robin giggled as she skipped out towards the tire swing, taking some joy out of what would most likely be a very stressful day of school. Teachers, did they not understand what farmwork was like? That combined with homework was  not pleasant. Standing on top of the black circle, she swung to and fro, staring up at the clouds until she heard her mother yelling from inside. Ugh. Time to go already? Sighing, she jumped down from the swing and ran inside, preparing herself for the lecture on playing in her dress again.

((Short, but i cannot type this without laughing and im supposed to be hiding >.>))

Theta walked down the streets of London, hands in pockets. He really had no reason to be walking around here except that it was a nice day; with all the different planets and aliens he saw, Theta found comfort in coming to Earth now and then, which he now regarded as his new home planet. The species here, humans, also had such a strong resemblance to Timelords that he didn't have to disguise himself, no matter what time period he was in.

Of course, things can never be just 'relaxing' for a time traveler. When he turned to corner, he was met with the sight of a large, blue police box; the Doctor's TARDIS. And who just happened to be walking to said TARDIS? The Doctor himself. Theta grinned and ran to catch up with his counterpart.

"Doctor! Hey, Doctor!" he skidded to a halt in front of the larger man, a silly grin on his face. It'd been a while since he'd seen this regeneration. Not to play favorites, but he'd always liked this one the best, with how cheery he always was. The only downside was his obnoxious love of bananas, but that rarely came up "What are you doing in London? No, that's a silly Q.uestion for the Great Moose. What's happened to cause you to come to London?"

Robin crossed her arms, rolling her eyes as her mother tried for the millionth time to get her to stop playing outside in her good dress. And again, for the millionth time, she didn't care. Honestly, she could tell her it wasn't lady like to do garden work, but this was just too far. Since all she ever wore besides when she was working was a dress, what was the point of letting girls play? What, were they all just expected to like dolls and tea parties? Plus, at this age, they were barely allowed to have free time, anyway. All schooling, becoming a proper girl. Ugh. One day she'd run away and go find something else, something worth while. Her older brother entered the room, holding out his hand with a raised eyebrow. Oh, right! Lessons! Didn't want to be late to learn how to properly pick up a tea cup, right? Shaking her head, she ran over and took his hand to escape her mother's ranting, walking outside with him as he escorted her to school. Really, she could do it on her own, but it was practically a scandal to go out without a man. She felt so out of place...

Theta did as the older Timelord said, closing the door behind him with a small squeak. After making sure the door was properly locked (he'd actually learned from all those times people wandered in; it only took 50 years or so) he ran to catch up with the Doctor, shoes making a echo-y sound when they slapped against the metal floors. His pace slowed to a brisk trot as he neared the room. Trying to be quiet so that he wouldn't interrupt the older man, he entered.

The room was very similar to his own TARDIS's lab, which took him by no surprise. But the thing on the table did, causing him to halt in his steps right inside the doorway. It was a simple painting to the untrained eye, but there were subtle things that a Timelord couldn't help but notice; a tire swing swinging back and forth in the background, for example. Last time he checked, paintings didn't move. He couldn't help but blurt out in obvious amazement and confusion.

"What on Gallifrey is that?!?"

Robin smiled politely as they made their way into town, waving slightly at some of the more familiar faces. Ugh. If only she didn't have to be 'lady like', then she could actually go up and greet her close friends instead of pretending they weren't important. At least they knew what she meant when she tapped her finger on her leg - they were to meet up in the woods later. Hopefully she'd be able to sneak off without her mum noticing. As her and her brother neared the cottage she was meant to learn manners in, she nodded to him, a signal he could leave. He patted her on the head, something he knew would annoy her, before taking off in the other direction. Sighing, Robin entered the blue and white house, the frilliness of the outside already getting on her nerves. Today she would be extra sure to sneak in a few unladylike comments, she was sure of it. Just how long would it take for the instructor to realize she was hiding the biscuits in her lap?

((I totally mixed up my history, but whatever, dreams never make sense >.>))

Theta nodded eagerly, a bright grin appearing on his face as he went to go set up the lazer scan. He was of the same opinion as the Doctor; new things were just so exciting. Species like humans always discovered new things, but for Timelords, it was a rare treat. A delicious, carmel covered, dipped in chocolate treat at that.

As soon as he was done setting the scan up and calibrating it and such, he brought it over, standing by the Doctor and looking down at the painting in fascination. His fingers twitched by his side, just itching to get out his sonic and scan the thing.

"Find anything yet?"

Robin sighed quietly, pretending to be interested as the instructor went on about where you're supposed to put your spoon and cup according to what you want. That's just silly, isn't it? Who really cares if your cup is upside down with or without the spoon? Who's going to pay attention to where you put the spoon to bother and give you a different amount of tea?! No one in their right mind, that's who. Then again, by that logic, it seemed most girls just didn't have right minds. As the instructor told her and the other girls to conduct today's tea party using what she just taught them, Robin bit back the urge to complain. No one else seemed to mind, they all seemed excited to do it! Why? Seriously, this was a tea party. Was this not immature? Well of course it wasn't... but for some reason it always seemed like it was. Picking up her cup and turning it over, she placed the spoon on top facing the girl across from her, 'accidentally' confusing her signals and not honestly caring. Once the tea was poured, she asked for her first finger food. Let the biscuit hoarding begin.

Theta frowned, not liking the other Timelords tone, as if he were just an annoying fly buzzing in his ear. Ok, fine. He thought he might be able to help with this missing persons thing, but it was obvious that the Doctor had it handled. He grumpily handed the Doctor the device, jamming his hands into his pockets and walking out of the room. Ok, maybe he was being a little moody, but Theta could always blame it on being stuck with the body of a teenager.

Six biscuits later and the instructor bothered to check, making Robin sigh in annoyance and stand up, the offending lumps of bread falling from her skirt and onto the floor. Then she had to go on to hear a lecture on how it was rude and wasteful to do that, that there were people who would have loved to eat that bread, that she was a rotten little girl with no grace whatsoever. Same speech, over and over and over every time. Had the woman not learned by now that she was being rude and wasteful of her time by bothering anymore, that the people who could have eaten that bread would not have wanted it because it was stale and beginning to mold, that she was perfectly fine being a rotten little girl with no grace because she didn't care? Lucky for her, that was the last straw, and she had managed to get herself kicked out of class for the day. Grinning brightly, she offered a salute before skipping out the door, dashing towards the woods and waiting there for the gang of misfits she'd gathered up from around town.

When Theta heard the Doctor's call, he went through a self debate; stay all moody, prove his point, and walk out of the TARDIS? Or give in to his curiosity and see what the Doctor found. Which one, which one...?

Oh, who was he kidding? He wanted to see what the Doctor had found! It'd drive him mad if he didn't find out. He dashed back the way he came, popping his head in the doorway. The Doctor was reading the laser scan, so he focused his attention on that.

"What, what's it say?"

((Sorry for the short posts >.<))

Robin kicked her legs, sitting on a tree stump as she waited for the rest of her gang. She did just get out early, so she had a bit of waiting to do before people like Tommy, who had work to do in the morning, to show up. No one else really ever bothered to come except Tommy and James. Unfortunately, they were also some of the only ones with apprenticeships, and were busy most of the time. Luckily, they had signaled back that they could make it today, so hopefully she wouldn't have much longer to wait.

Theta frowned at the thought. That was horrible; imagine, all your private dreams and thoughts, available as entertainment... and you don't even realise it's happening! It reminded Theta of a really bad reality TV show. He felt bad for the girl in the picture, whoever she was.

Wait. Theta startled at a sudden thought, the thought turning into a chain of thoughts. If she was in this painting...then her body had to be close by. And where her body was, the Spiach would be. If they could just establish a connection between her mind and her body, then they would be able to trace it back to where she and the Spinach were.

Theta made to mention this to the Doctor, but a second realisation came upon him before he could say anything, this one much less exciting than the first. He wasn't the only Timelord here, and it just so happened that the Doctor was the older one. Unlike most of the times, he wasn't the one in control, the one with all the ideas. Instead, he was the one to follow along and support. Was this what being a companion felt like? If it was, then Theta concluded that being a companion felt strange.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to try it for one day, right? How hard could being a companion be?

Robin grinned brightly as Tommy approached the stump, carrying a small sack of food with him for the trip. Great, she was starving. Hopping down from her perch, she took a new seat on the floor in front of him as they began discussing what they could do today. They could play a prank on old Mr. Hobbertsons, hide his horse away. Maybe explore that new path she found a few days back down the creek? All depended on if James came around, though. He was the one who could navigate the trees back to the town. Snatching up a bit of cheese, Robin giggled as she listened to the older boy's stories of his apprenticeship, the stories of a woman complaining the shoe to be far to large when it was barely a shoe at all, a little girl trying to pay in sweets for a new pair of loafers. It was a pity sweets couldn't be traded that way.

Theta nodded obediently and got to work, helping connect the blue wires to the painting. He wasn't an expert on Type 40s, but he could only assume that the wires were in some way connected to the telepathic circuits. After all, how else would they contact the girl? Scanners might come after that, but in order for the scanners to work, there had to be a strong enough connection between the redhead's mind and body. The easiest way to do that, of course, was to make the girl aware that she was dreaming. Theta only hoped they weren't too late. Who knows what being separated from your body could do to you? A number of unfavourable possibilities popped into his head. Permanent separation, insanity, veggie-ness...