Choose a Muse // Welcome to the TARDIS!
“Hello, my dear!” Abella gave the newcomer a gentle smile. “Welcome to the TARDIS!” She glanced over her shoulder as if she were in trouble. “I’m not supposed to leave the door unlocked…but that’s alright! The Doctor won’t mind!” She took the person’s hand and led them along. “Come on! I’ll give you the quick tour. Oh, but we mustn’t visit every room.” She smiled at them. “We may get lost.”
She hurried them along to a hall bedroom. “This is my daughter, Ariadne’s room. She’s on the search for the Doctor in her dimension. I don’t live there, but if you’d like to interact with her, click here.
“However, my daughter’s different in this dimension. Here, she was raised properly – by her father and myself. If you’d like to interact with that version of her – Healer Ariadne – click here.”
Abella took the person’s hand again and led them to the TARDIS console room. “I have a feeling, though, that you really wanted to interact with my husband – uh, that is, the Doctor. If that is the case, click here. He’s quite a busy man. Too busy to come looking for you. You must go to him.”
She giggled. “Now then. If it was me you wanted to interact with, I practically live in the kitchen.” She smirked. “Not that fish fingers and custard are very difficult to make. But I can’t have my husband and child undernourished.
“Now then. Our friend Charls is a very…interesting man. He’s nice ta me, but others say he’s a bit rude. Sorry about that. But you c’n talk to him here.”
She began to lead them away again, this time to a laboratory. “When Time Lords and Zareyans – that’s what I am – have children, the result is…a bit iffy. If the child has a taste of human blood, then you’d better stay away from them. They’re sort of…scary. In one version of reality, that happened to Ariadne, and she became Persephone. If you’re interested in running for your life, click here.
“But personally, I’d much rather spend time with my son, Orion.” She smiled, taking the person to the telescope on the other side of the room.”He’s the son I had with Charls. Interacting with him is easy. Just click here.
“Or perhaps you’d like ta share a drink with Jack. Jack is my best friend. An immortal, interestingly enough. If you want to talk to him, click here.”
She sat down in one of the chairs with a smile. “Well, that’s all the places I c’n take you today. Perhaps next time, I’ll show you where the library is. Or maybe the pool, if I c’n find it b’fore you visit again…Well? Go on, then. Choose a muse.” She smiled again.
