Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls!

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Roxy gazed distantly, watching a lone bird fly overhead. Wonder what kind of bird that is... Does it like Star Wars? Or is it more of a Trekkie? These were only some of the questions that plagued Roxy. Whether or not birds were actually concerned with which Sci-fi fandom was superior was beyond her. But it was fun to think about a birdie dressed like Darth Vader! "Luke, I am your feather!" Roxy giggled absently, not even noticing the odd look she was getting from the street artist she had asked to paint her... Though she didn't understand why he was so concerned with her payment! A spool of thread, two pennies, a box of tissues, and a sapphire was totally a great payment!

Nevertheless, she was supposed to stay still for several more minutes while he finished... Which was why she was wondering if birds liked Star Wars. Maybe the bees were into political debates. Maybe flowers watched those cooking shows, and wished they had fingers. Who knew? Someone, that's who! And she'd find them one day! And she'd finally know the nerve wracking question of if trees would rather watch cartoons or historical documentaries! "How much loooooonger? I'm running out of sentient beings!" The artist gave her an odd look, but turned the painting around, revealing a beautiful portrait of herself!

Roxy immediately snatched it, knocked him over, took the sapphire, and ran like hell! Heehee! As if she'd give him her pretty rock! Roxy got over to a secluded part of the park, and placed the portrait in her purse. She'd just wait here! For all she knew, that artist was a government spy, and he was gonna run tests on her poor rock!

Rocko was not one of his French girls! He was a strong individual, who didn't take no slack from nobody! "Rocko, you're such an independent spirit! Like... My entire family! Maybe!" She wasn't exactly sure what the word independent meant... She'd definitely stop by a library to look it up in one of those ridiculously large dictionaries they kept in there! She was pretty sure they only kept those there to show off. Snooty snoot heads!

Roxy glanced over at a bush, and squinted her eyes. She slowly reached into her purse, grabbed her slingshot, and fired into the bushes.

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The TARDIS came to a silent halt. The Inspector patted the controls on a job well done and left.

He needed a nice little brake from his... well he supposed a type of quest. He was saved from the ruins of Gallifrey for a reason and he needed to fine that reason. Problem was that he had no idea where to start, He was sure there were other time lords out there. He had been asked to track a few down during the war but some were still out there, he was sure. It was the planet he was interested in, what happened to the actual Planet?

His search took him the t frozen sea of Colra, the tomb of the Wakandian Key and the ruins of Skrarr.

The Inspector's last trip was to Africa in 1810 where he made his views very clear to a slave trader. So now he was in the urban sprawl. Dressed in African survival gear which looked a bit out of place but he did really mind. He wandered the streets. Earth it seemed and… Europe going by the smell. It certainly could have been worse.

He then spotted a young girl who was having her picture done by a street artist. He had a good eye, the portrait was… 90% accurate in his opinion. The girl was rambling on about some sci-fi thing and then jumped onto other topics. He moved along and just like that, there was a noise, some shouting and then laughter. He turned and saw the girl run off with her painting and something else. Children. Always on the move. Maybe he should intervene. She did steal from the artist after all. And there was something else about her… a vibe he got only when….

With this new information in mind he too dashed after the girl but for entirely different reasons. She was a Time Lady!

Despite his age he was rather spry and managed to keep track of her until the young girl settled down. This would look odd. An older man running after a girl, He needed to be sensible about this.

" And who just might be your entire family?" The inspector said as he caught up with her. He then bent over to catch his breath.

"One...moment" He sat down and when he had recovered began a conversation.

"well then, was that stone yours or the other mans, Humm?" He said this as he raised his eyebrows. He’d get to the Time lady bit later, this little matter needed to get sorted.