[ Bill takes a deep breath, then follows Lucretia's advice, sitting on the edge of the bed. ]
Okay. Here goes... my future.
[ She opens the canister. At first, there's no outwardly signs of anything happening, just a faint light emitting from the open canister and a far-off, unfocused look in Bill's eyes. Her face twitches slightly, passing through a few emotions rapidly. Wonder. Worry. Skepticism. Boredom. Disbelief. Then suddenly, there's a flash of light and a gaping hole appears in the middle of Bill's chest, charred on the edges as if caused by something impossibly hot. Her mouth falls open, she looks down at it.
But then the canister continues its work, and the hole is replaced by complex machinery. More and more machinery is added, until the figure on the bed is unrecognizable as Bill. In its place is a person made of metal, with a cloth face and hollow black eyes. A single tear falls from one of the eyes as a mechanical voice cries out in pain.
And then, just as suddenly as she'd been replaced, Bill is back, made whole again somehow in the blink of an eye. Except... she's not the same as she was. Her clothes have changed, and she's looking down at the canister in her hands. Hands which are... dripping. All over, Bill looks kind of damp, as though she's just been out in a rainstorm. That soft, unfocused look in her eyes comes to an end, and she lets out a held breath, the light in the canister fading as she finally looks up at Lucretia.
What to say, after everything she's just seen-- everything she's just been through? What could possibly sum all that up? ]
(Lucretia, unsure of whether to sit next to her or not, ends up standing a little awkwardly in front of her as Bill prises her nails into the canister's seam, cracking it open.
Everything starts to change drastically. The little flickers of various emotion feel true to Lucretia's own experiences (she and Taako had opened their canisters at the same time, so this is her first time seeing somebody do so), but the physical changes are unexpected. When a hole tears into Bill's chest Lucretia jerks in place as if she had been about to lunge for her but stays standing frozen in place with her hand over her mouth as the hole neatly plugs itself with wires and machinery.
What is happening? Is she supposed to do something? Bill is turning to metal right before her eyes and she has no idea how to help or if she even can. All Lucretia can do is watch, horrified as Bill opens her mouth to cry...
But then she's back again. Another blink and she's as human as she was before– or, almost? There's something strange to her now that Lucretia can't discern. That, and she's dripping water all over the floor of her room.)
You... what? (Forgive her for sounding startled, she has no idea of anything that just happened. Her heart is pounding a little.)
[ Bill is crying, just a single line of tears down her cheek, and in a corner of her mind she wonders, is it mine or hers? But she's smiling, because everything's alright. Everything's wonderful. It was horrible for so long, but now it's grand. ]
I can't... I don't know what to say. So much happened. Years. [ She may look a little older. She did spend about a decade at the bottom of that ship. ]
(Oh, no. Lucretia glances around, looking for a tissue box– there's one on Bill's desk, which she cross the room to take, and proffers to her. She's smiling through her tears though, which is... good? Though what's truly good is that she doesn't seem to be made of metal despite all that she just saw.)
Give it a moment to sink in. It's a lot to process all at once, especially when you skip so far ahead at once.
(That's okay. Lucretia doesn't ask. She's all too familiar with how confusing the additional information load can be; she can be curious and ask questions another time.)
Different, (she echoes. Bill does look older, but aside from that she seems more or less the same. Aside from the:) Does this have something to do with all of the water on the floor?
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[ She crosses to the bed, and picks the canister up, holding it carefully. ]
How do we do this? Do I just... open it?
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You might want to take a seat, just in case.
(She remembers her canister made her acutely head sore. She may be being overly cautious but she doesn't want Bill to fall and hurt herself.)
cw: blaster wounds, cyberman transformation
Okay. Here goes... my future.
[ She opens the canister. At first, there's no outwardly signs of anything happening, just a faint light emitting from the open canister and a far-off, unfocused look in Bill's eyes. Her face twitches slightly, passing through a few emotions rapidly. Wonder. Worry. Skepticism. Boredom. Disbelief. Then suddenly, there's a flash of light and a gaping hole appears in the middle of Bill's chest, charred on the edges as if caused by something impossibly hot. Her mouth falls open, she looks down at it.
But then the canister continues its work, and the hole is replaced by complex machinery. More and more machinery is added, until the figure on the bed is unrecognizable as Bill. In its place is a person made of metal, with a cloth face and hollow black eyes. A single tear falls from one of the eyes as a mechanical voice cries out in pain.
And then, just as suddenly as she'd been replaced, Bill is back, made whole again somehow in the blink of an eye. Except... she's not the same as she was. Her clothes have changed, and she's looking down at the canister in her hands. Hands which are... dripping. All over, Bill looks kind of damp, as though she's just been out in a rainstorm. That soft, unfocused look in her eyes comes to an end, and she lets out a held breath, the light in the canister fading as she finally looks up at Lucretia.
What to say, after everything she's just seen-- everything she's just been through? What could possibly sum all that up? ]
...I have a girlfriend.
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Everything starts to change drastically. The little flickers of various emotion feel true to Lucretia's own experiences (she and Taako had opened their canisters at the same time, so this is her first time seeing somebody do so), but the physical changes are unexpected. When a hole tears into Bill's chest Lucretia jerks in place as if she had been about to lunge for her but stays standing frozen in place with her hand over her mouth as the hole neatly plugs itself with wires and machinery.
What is happening? Is she supposed to do something? Bill is turning to metal right before her eyes and she has no idea how to help or if she even can. All Lucretia can do is watch, horrified as Bill opens her mouth to cry...
But then she's back again. Another blink and she's as human as she was before– or, almost? There's something strange to her now that Lucretia can't discern. That, and she's dripping water all over the floor of her room.)
You... what? (Forgive her for sounding startled, she has no idea of anything that just happened. Her heart is pounding a little.)
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I can't... I don't know what to say. So much happened. Years. [ She may look a little older. She did spend about a decade at the bottom of that ship. ]
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Give it a moment to sink in. It's a lot to process all at once, especially when you skip so far ahead at once.
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Things are... [ Her voice cracks. She swallows, tries again. ] I got separated, from the Doctor, for... years. And it-- they changed me.
[ She doesn't want to say who "they" were. Doesn't want to think about the Master who'd worn a mask and pretended to be her friend. ]
But I'm better now! I'm whole again, I'm me again, only... different.
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Different, (she echoes. Bill does look older, but aside from that she seems more or less the same. Aside from the:) Does this have something to do with all of the water on the floor?