@guitar_hero [ insert obligatory rick roll here ]

[oh_so_fine]

[ continued from here -- oh, no, sorry, i mean from here ]


[ Missy watches from her spot lounging atop the piano as the Doctor fusses about the food, waiting until he's slid it into the force field before bothering to move closer.

She raises an eyebrow at the steam that she's certain wasn't there when he first poured it into the bowl, but makes the magnanimous decision not to comment on it. See how far she's come down her long, arduous journey of redemption? She's sure she deserves a gold star for it. Or at least extra boba. ]

Why, of course I trust you. Trusts begets trust, or something along those lines, am I right?

[ She gives him a sugary sweet smile, batting her eyelashes at him as she stirs her bubble tea. ]

Now let's see. There's this song, just on the tip of my tongue. I think it goes something a little like this--

[ And she hums a few seconds of a tune that should definitely be a little familiar. ]

Comments

[guitar_hero]

Exactly. [she shouldn't trust him completely, but he's not quite an idiot enough to say so. In this case he knows he has to appear as trustworthy as possible even if he doesn't trust himself half the time. ]

Exactly. [sort of. Close enough for this instance. He doesn't trust that smile but he gives her the benefit of the doubt since he very much trusts the forcefield to keep her from stabbing him.

Not that he thinks she would.

At this moment]

A classic. [even if it sort of brings back memories of times that are still a little raw around the edges. Though the longer you live, he's found, it happens to just about anything. He begins to play, though it's less energetic and almost thoughtful]

Have you been a woman before?

[oh_so_fine]

[ It was maybe not the wisest thing to poke the sleeping bear like this, so to speak. However, Missy was nothing if she wasn't at least a little reckless, always dancing on the edge of a knife instead of taking the more sensible approach. She can see the subtle difference in the tune, the lack of verbalizing that she should or could trust him.

The smile lost a little of its sugariness and softened almost imperceptibly into something more genuine. Just barely. She took a drink from the bubble tea before setting it aside, plucking up her spoon, and poking her tom kha around in its bowl. ]

Diving in deep already, are we? And we haven't even had our starter yet.

[ She hums thoughtfully as she slides to lay on the floor in front of her bowl, still stirring the soup idly as she takes her time making herself comfortable. Eventually, she settles on her stomach, legs bent at the knee, heels in the air. She takes a loud, slurping sip of the broth, makes a noise of contentment, and then finally -- finally seems ready to answer his question. ]

No. [ a beat. because it's tempting to just leave it at that. Before she wouldn't have hesitated to keep egging him on, poke him until something snapped-- but there was a reason why she was here. Why she allowed herself to stay within the forcefield, within the Vault, with only minimal attempts at prodding the security. ]

Though, I can't say I've always been a man, either. I think it rather suits me, no idea why I hadn't tried it out eons ago.

[guitar_hero]

Mm. [he strums an idle chord] I remember when you were an overdone side of bacon, I thought that suited you better. A little less so than the goo-snake but we won't talk about that.

[a faint smile]

I think it suits you too. Hey, Missy. [he says the last in the cadence of the song she'd wanted him to play]

How many more do you think you have?

[oh_so_fine]

[ Her eyes flash briefly at the reminder of her more-- er-- crispy days, but it easily shifts into a shark like grin. ]

Ah, the days of our youth. I had such lovely eyes that time, don't you think? It's a pity I didn't keep that Kentucky Fried Body of mine longer than I did. Such a bright and charming smile, too.

[ The sharkish grin doesn't last long when her mind wanders to the next thought. She knows she should feel some sort of hint of guilt for the body that came next. Stealing bodies was definitely right up there next to murder on the list of bad no-no's that she was meant to reflect on. It was difficult to tell how she felt about it. It would be easy for her to decide she felt guilty, go through the motions -- but actually putting in the work was what was needed. And that was much too exhausting to contemplate over tom kha. ]

You know, that is a very good question. And I suppose the answer depends on how well this little experiment of ours goes. [ She gestures vaguely at the Vault around them with her spoon, meaning their attempt at turning her good. ]

There's always more bodies to be found, if you don't mind how you've found it. But as for this body, well.. who knows how many more. I did manage to squeeze a few more regenerations than I should have been able out of that first body of mine. I should have at least a few more left in this one before it runs out.