Don't own anything. Sorry it's late- I had work today.
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Several hours later the Mistress, the companion and the T.A.R.D.I.S are pleased with their efforts.
The Mistress has finished piecing together her monstrosity, the companion now knows a lot more about the regeneration process and the T.A.R.D.I.S has managed to irritate both of them at the same time.
"I would ask you how it works but I don't think I would understand…" Florence stares at the towering arrangement of machinery, "So- One. What will it do? Two. How will that help me complete the list? Three. What is the chance I will die or be otherwise physically or mentally impaired by usage of- that?" She gestures to the thing with an expression of mild disgust. The Mistress grins excitedly,
"No, you definitely wouldn't understand. 'That' is called a learning accelerator- or at least that's what you can call it. It accelerates your learning so you don't have to spend as much time on any of the learning based tasks on the list. And it won't kill you unless you pull it on top of yourself- which you can't do because you're only a human. Happy now, Miss Wright?" The Time Lady steps back. Florence stares at the machine warily before sighing and sitting where the mad woman indicates.
"Right then- let's get this machine running!" Missy winks at the human who rolls her eyes in exasperation. She brings two prongs from somewhere inside the machine to either side of the girl's head and smiles as apologetically as she possibly can which does nothing to ease Florence's nerves, "This may pinch." The girl flinches, moving her head away.
"That doesn't sound like a good idea- are they even clean?" The Mistress squints at the prongs from a second, as if the thought hadn't occurred to her before eyeing the human wryly.
"Of course they're clean! If I wanted to kill you then you would be dead." Florence starts to respond but before she can say anything the Time Lady has stabbed the thin pieces of metal into her head. She just manages to stop herself from rubbing at her temples.
"Ow. You know you really don't-" The human trails off, eyes closing. The Mistress removes the hat, resting it in Florence's lap. She places her fingers against the girl's temples, being careful not to knock the prongs. As she works she talks.
"You would think that the old girl would keep a supply of new machinery parts… No- I have to either buy them myself or scavenge for old ones. All to make sure you stay still while you recover. Anyway- that is about you done." She pulls her hands away and Florence's eyebrows crease together, her breathing rate increasing slightly. Missy leaves the room with a last glance to her- once again- sleeping companion.
"I'm just going out to get some supplies. Be back sooon~" She sing-songs, blowing a kiss, then she is gone. She pauses briefly in the console room to grab her psychic paper before parking the T.A.R.D.I.S. somewhere secure and heading out.
Several days later the Mistress dashes through the doors, throwing her plastic bags to the floor and dancing madly about the T.A.R.D.I.S controls. Florence casually picks up the bags from where they have fallen, returning the various bits and pieces that have fallen out. When the Time Lady has collected herself and they are comfortably settled inside the vortex the girl speaks,
"Where the bloody hell have you been?!" The Mistress spins on her heels, evidently surprised by the human's presence.
"Oh, I just popped out for the essentials!" Florence arches a brow,
"You went out for- knowing you- more tea. You have returned with what looks like a pot of oil, several varying lengths and widths of pipe, a lighter, a teapot- somehow unbroken- an empty tub of ice cream, purple nail varnish- I'm not even sure what that is- and a burn mark." Missy shrugs,
"I may have convinced several people that I was their commanding officer/ the head of the resistance/ the ruler of their planet." She grimaces, "They may have realised I wasn't- Anyway, you shouldn't have been up before the end of the week." The Time Lady pokes Florence in the chest. The girl doesn't move.
"It's been two." The Mistress's eyes widen comically.
"Oh."
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You know the drill~