What?

Traveller

There are voices
heard on the wind-

gif of a radio
bumper sticker reading how long is all this supposed to last? pixel art of a spinning compass
bumper sticker reading work in progress.

Quiet. Distant. Offputting.

drawing of the eighteenth doctor on a space desert landscape, framed as if a polaroid. She is an older, light skinned woman with shaggy brown curls, dressed in a tassled jacket, wide purple trousers, and an embroidered waist-tied pocket on her belt. She's using a walking cane, and looking at the horizon impassively. 9-slot aesthetic moodboard, framed as if it were a polaroid. From top left, pictures show: 1. a dark eye looking to the viewer out of a medium light skinned face, all else in the face obscured by whipping curly brown hair. 2. a white snake and its marks in the sand. 3. dark brown image of boots. 4. image of a black and white raven, on a roof, screeching at each other. 5. wavy text reads 'I Am Not Who I Was.' 6. two sillouettes seated on a roof watching the lights of a modern city, the shorter one has a lot of hair. 7. close up of a light skinned man's temple, his cropped red hair and beard, and his round earring. 8. a black cat seemingly standing in a spotlight against a red background. 9. A red bearded man in an elaborate red furcoat and gold jewllery gesturing on what seems to be the moon.

Gallery

 9-slot aesthetic moodboard dominated by brown, mauve and orange, framed as if it were a polaroid. From top left, pictures show: 1. close-up of the crease by the mouth on a medium light skinned older face. 2. a mechanic's greasy arms, holding tools, working with wires. 3. realistic explosion background, text reads: what matters most is how well you walk through the fire. 4. handwritten on white background: To Do: (empty checkbox) everything I can. 5. a pile of natural thread, arranged by color, from white to rusty. 6. Red trousers of a seated person, with a skinny hand holding a smoking cigarette. On their other hip hangs a brassy chatelaine. 7. two feet and a cane, casting shadows on dusk-lit pavement. 8. close up of a tangled strand of brown hair over a wide forehead with strong full eyebrows. 9. Image of an embroidered patch depicting a sinking titanic, on the patch the words 'I'm a wreck'.
Disabled. Chronic Pain. Mobility Aid User.

Regenerated Hard, and got severly injured right afterwards. So- Artron energy issues, pain and fatigue. Self-designed, sleek looking dimensionally transcendental cane that can adjust into a crutch, as well as store and extend the use of her sonic screwdriver. Some other features include temprature control and radio reciever-transmitter.
sketchy schematics of an elegantly decorated brass walking cane, slightly steampunk, and the way its head and handle unfold into a longer and more angled forearm crutch, with the handle's back and strap forming the cuff and the handle's botttom part forming the new, lower handgrab. On the side is an uncolored schematic of the cane's middle unfolding to eject a tube from within, labelled in handwriting: 'retractable sonic'. Next to that is a colored drawing of the design for Eighteen's sonic screwdriver, annotated; It's brown and brass and gold, and has an ergonomic curvy-blobbyness to its shape, with the bump at the top ending in a thin circle that seems to be patterned- it's lablled as bein inspired by a Phillips screwhead. The sonic body itself also has an embedded spanner grip on the side- labelled as such- and a strap on the bottom, and there are suggestions of orange buttons.

Her eyes open, new, inside the veil of light. Apart from them, she is like disembodied duty; her spectre already rides the first spark that re-bridges mind and body, whipping it onward with a determined command- keep the fire on. Dragging the regeneration onwards and out is like clenching not just every muscle but every cell of being, wringing the energy through her all at once and out of every last pore of her still-cooling body.
...

Company. Opposition. Mirror.

She's spent a long time alone. She isn't, anymore- for better or worse, she's now... accompanied by the individual formerly known as the master (he goes by Missy, ooc Missy2).

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