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@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

Oh yes, quite a few. Not just in here, but spread out throughout this universe as well. Searching for entertainment no doubt. They get impatient.

I understand, since taking on this shape I have become more than just Cousin Ilya.

Yes, it's.. intriguing. To say the least.

*Her eyes flick around the room, avoiding Ilya.*

What are you, exactly? You feel odd.

A shadow-form, a conceptual entity, the Mother of the Paradox Quarter, and a winnower.

I tend the garden.

If I were in a physical form capable of it, I'm certain my stomach would be growling from all of the information you've just presented me with.

..Paradox Quarter. You can't mean the House. The Faction.

I do, my own sect branching off from a section of the Capitol, living in an alter-time state on Gallifrey. An empire all to my own, it's quite impressive.

Yes.. Yes, it is impressive...

Where we come from, you no longer exist. Wiped out. Devoured. I take it that has not happened here.

This Homeworld is an intersection of various timelines, many versions of House Paradox exist here. Some who are survivors of a great catastrophe, some who live in ignorance of our eventual end.

I am one such idiot.

..So the remaining few could have...

*She stays quiet for a few contemplative moments.*

...Our central part agrees to not destroy Gallifrey.

I'm happy to hear that.

Does this mean we're free to feed from your collection here?

Feel free.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

Oh yes, quite a few. Not just in here, but spread out throughout this universe as well. Searching for entertainment no doubt. They get impatient.

I understand, since taking on this shape I have become more than just Cousin Ilya.

Yes, it's.. intriguing. To say the least.

*Her eyes flick around the room, avoiding Ilya.*

What are you, exactly? You feel odd.

A shadow-form, a conceptual entity, the Mother of the Paradox Quarter, and a winnower.

I tend the garden.

If I were in a physical form capable of it, I'm certain my stomach would be growling from all of the information you've just presented me with.

..Paradox Quarter. You can't mean the House. The Faction.

I do, my own sect branching off from a section of the Capitol, living in an alter-time state on Gallifrey. An empire all to my own, it's quite impressive.

Yes.. Yes, it is impressive...

Where we come from, you no longer exist. Wiped out. Devoured. I take it that has not happened here.

This Homeworld is an intersection of various timelines, many versions of House Paradox exist here. Some who are survivors of a great catastrophe, some who live in ignorance of our eventual end.

I am one such idiot.

..So the remaining few could have...

*She stays quiet for a few contemplative moments.*

...Our central part agrees to not destroy Gallifrey.

I'm happy to hear that.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

Oh yes, quite a few. Not just in here, but spread out throughout this universe as well. Searching for entertainment no doubt. They get impatient.

I understand, since taking on this shape I have become more than just Cousin Ilya.

Yes, it's.. intriguing. To say the least.

*Her eyes flick around the room, avoiding Ilya.*

What are you, exactly? You feel odd.

A shadow-form, a conceptual entity, the Mother of the Paradox Quarter, and a winnower.

I tend the garden.

If I were in a physical form capable of it, I'm certain my stomach would be growling from all of the information you've just presented me with.

..Paradox Quarter. You can't mean the House. The Faction.

I do, my own sect branching off from a section of the Capitol, living in an alter-time state on Gallifrey. An empire all to my own, it's quite impressive.

Yes.. Yes, it is impressive...

Where we come from, you no longer exist. Wiped out. Devoured. I take it that has not happened here.

This Homeworld is an intersection of various timelines, many versions of House Paradox exist here. Some who are survivors of a great catastrophe, some who live in ignorance of our eventual end.

I am one such idiot.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

Oh yes, quite a few. Not just in here, but spread out throughout this universe as well. Searching for entertainment no doubt. They get impatient.

I understand, since taking on this shape I have become more than just Cousin Ilya.

Yes, it's.. intriguing. To say the least.

*Her eyes flick around the room, avoiding Ilya.*

What are you, exactly? You feel odd.

A shadow-form, a conceptual entity, the Mother of the Paradox Quarter, and a winnower.

I tend the garden.

If I were in a physical form capable of it, I'm certain my stomach would be growling from all of the information you've just presented me with.

..Paradox Quarter. You can't mean the House. The Faction.

I do, my own sect branching off from a section of the Capitol, living in an alter-time state on Gallifrey. An empire all to my own, it's quite impressive.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

Oh yes, quite a few. Not just in here, but spread out throughout this universe as well. Searching for entertainment no doubt. They get impatient.

I understand, since taking on this shape I have become more than just Cousin Ilya.

Yes, it's.. intriguing. To say the least.

*Her eyes flick around the room, avoiding Ilya.*

What are you, exactly? You feel odd.

A shadow-form, a conceptual entity, the Mother of the Paradox Quarter, and a winnower.

I tend the garden.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

Oh yes, quite a few. Not just in here, but spread out throughout this universe as well. Searching for entertainment no doubt. They get impatient.

I understand, since taking on this shape I have become more than just Cousin Ilya.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

*She smiles thinly, as though endeared and indulging a child.*

Oh, if only it were that simple.

I fear I'll have to bring that condition to the others as well, who may not be as agreeable. Especially our primary center. It views this universe as a testing ground.

I'll certainly see what I can do, but its been difficult in the past.

There are more of you in there?

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

*Her hands twitch. She folds them in front of herself to keep still.*

An alternative timeline.

*Her voice is quiet and contemplative.*

They're beautiful. We want them.

It's yours, on the condition you play nice—no standing in the ruins of the Capitol.

We've mined this shape for all it is worth, and only found the pain of existence, it is not the shape we seek.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

*She stiffens and her mouth drops open.*

Oh. I see. That.. certainly explains why she believed you could help.

How did you.. obtain all of these?

An alternative timeline threatened Gallifrey, I contained it.

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

Time, primarily. Paradoxes. Anomalies. Things that aren't meant to exist. It's how we sustain ourselves in this world.

Ah, well, I'll have you look to your left.

*She opens a doorway into the calcified alter-time states she's amassed over the course of the War, all perfectly preserved.*

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

I've been told that you would be able to tell us where we can eat. Much as I wish we didn't have to rely on the advice of others, the struggle to find a proper source of food in this universe has been great.

What do you eat?

@zagreus-the-beast would like to talk to you

We've decided to play nice, don't murder it... it just needs somewhere to feed.

-Lilith

I'll do my best.

The Daleks are back now, you can release the calcification of history

Calcification of the alternative history threatening Gallifrey's noosphere, not a hold over the whole of our Chronology. Although I could do that, it might be an interesting experiment.

*Ilya/One fic*

Whoever wrote this must be really happy about what I've become.

Changes in history are slipping through your barrier

Quel's being rewritten... the Doctor vanished...

*Calcifies Quel.*

Wait, what is happening?! No…

little-raptor-hybrid

Mum... m-mum!

Mum! Mum mum! What happened...

*is trapped by Ilya‘s protective measure, looking absolutely horrified*

*She begins dissecting Quel's timeline, looking for any flaw in her defenses, why Gallifrey itself is being rewritten.*

*she was vulnerable to being affected because her personal history had been connected to the Doctor’s, his actions having indirectly caused her first regeneration. His fading from existence combined with the fact that she’d been restored from a recent Matrix backup caused her biodata to adapt to the new timeline.*

@cousinilya I demand you stop this process at once!

I'm trying to figure something out.

Vivisection of Biodata is ill aged to perform on non consenting individuals without permit from the Chancellor’s Office (I.e. mine) or the presidents?

If you have a permit I wish to see it?

Ah, somehow I expected you to be offended on moral grounds. I have permission to do what is necessary—an adage you're familiar with—to wrench the old War back into place.

Your attempts here have interfered and potentially ruined my attempts to restore history. Quel was helping me find the last part needed for my plan to work.

If you have the permits of a signed consent for you will show me it.

*She lets Quel go, everything in its place.*

There, she's free to be the star in one of your schemes. I've gotten the answers I was expecting.

If you want the War Queen's orders relayed to you, I'm sure you can ask her. It was a verbal agreement.

Changes in history are slipping through your barrier

Quel's being rewritten... the Doctor vanished...

*Calcifies Quel.*

Wait, what is happening?! No…

little-raptor-hybrid

Mum... m-mum!

Mum! Mum mum! What happened...

*is trapped by Ilya‘s protective measure, looking absolutely horrified*

*She begins dissecting Quel's timeline, looking for any flaw in her defenses, why Gallifrey itself is being rewritten.*

*she was vulnerable to being affected because her personal history had been connected to the Doctor’s, his actions having indirectly caused her first regeneration. His fading from existence combined with the fact that she’d been restored from a recent Matrix backup caused her biodata to adapt to the new timeline.*

@cousinilya I demand you stop this process at once!

I'm trying to figure something out.

Vivisection of Biodata is ill aged to perform on non consenting individuals without permit from the Chancellor’s Office (I.e. mine) or the presidents?

If you have a permit I wish to see it?