“Hello, Hello, Hello!”
"…Hi. I may have scanned you without your permission - sorry - but you’re… messing up my readings. Who are you?”
daughterofamadman started following you
He was sitting on a bench in Central Park twiddling his thumbs. Stupid of him, really. His TARDIS warped away to an unprecedented location. His screwdriver could tell him where, but it would take some time.
He looked around, as if the TARDIS would appear randomly, although that would probably attract some unwanted attention.
Kasta hadn’t spotted her father at first. It had been strange, at first, how he’d just sort of crop up, but now she was getting used to it. In fact, she was beginning to look forward to the coincidental encounters.
Having just been round the park for a quick walk, she slipped her sandals back on and hurried over to the man. “Lost something, Dad?” she snickered.
"Hello! You’re Clara, right?"
“Jack…” she repeated softly. “I know a Jack. Common name, Jack is. I think. I mean, I only know one Jack, but… which Jack do you mean?”
“Crawford,” he replied gruffly, setting down his coffee. “If you’re not here because of Jack, how did you know I’m having problems?” It wasn’t from Hannibal, he knew that for certain. He was incredibly proud of the doctor-patient confidentiality thing. Had something been leaked on tattlecrime without him noticing?
"Hm, no, don’t know any Crawfords." she mused to herself, rocking on her heels. "When I said heard, I meant noticed." Flashing him an intricate watch, she fiddled with the buttons momentarily. "I can tell whose using it in the area. Just thought I’d check up, don’t want any… tears in the space time continuum."
The woman’s face only brightened more, amused no end by Vastra’s ignorance. Wasn’t it obvious? “The Doctor, of course.” she sang, letting out a light laugh. “And I’ve wanted to meet you for ages.”
“Oh, lord what has been up to since I last saw him? It seems children are just popping out of the woodwork like termites…” Vastra shook her head but smiled nonetheless, a little amused by the girl’s enthusiasm.
“Why on earth would you want to meet me so badly?” she questioned, a little perplexed by her insistence. She was just .. well an old, stubborn lizard. Nothing much to see.
Ignoring Vastra’s first comment, Kasta continued to smile. “Because you’re the great detective! You’ve done all this amazing stuff, and you have your friends and… I don’t know, it’s like you’re a bit like my dad. Except female. And a… um, lizard.”
“Caveman.” she grinned, folding her arms. “Brutal, they are.”
“Thank you! I was arguing for 40 minutes with my dad over this. Astronauts just wouldn’t win against caveman.”
"Sounds like the sort of thing I’d argue about with my dad. Astronauts just don’t cut it.”
That’s an… interesting name. I’m Kasta.
You’ve got an interesting name yourself there, dear. Would you mind telling me where I am?
London. You sound remarkably similar to… hm, never mind.