Biogenetic Fusions-Futuristic MachineClone 1x1 with Cynical

[Zitface]

"TARDIS. Please, do have some tea." TARDIS said, noticing him withdrawing his hand. "Here's the rule: you can touch anything in this room as long as it isnt a bow tie or fez, and you seem pretty nice, so you can even WEAR them." TARDIS came back in the room with a steaming cup of tea and some jammie dodgers. "This is the best first meal a bloke could ever have." TARDIS suddenly remembered the question. "Oh, teleportation? TARDIS: Time and Relative Dimensions In Space. I can travel through time and space, so there you have it."

[Cynical]

R2D2 nodded as he took the cup of tea and the odd looking pastries. "Okay then." He held the cup carefully above his lap, watching the steam rise up from it. "So," he said, still watching the tea. His mind wasn't really into it at the moment, it kept wandering to earlier, when he awoke. Who was that man? He brought the cup up to his mouth, blew on it, and took a little sip. He never tried tea before, and he hoped that was how you where supposed to drink it.

[Zitface]

"You're doing excellent for a first meal. Usually biomechs like us dont know what to do with a cookie or a cup of tea. Lord, you shouldve seen what the bat moblie did with a chocolate chip cookie. Lets just say the batmobile dropped it..." TARDIS chuckled at his own little joke and said, "We'd better get you some clothes." He walked into a closet and threw a pair of pants and a shirt out to R2D2. "I think shirts are overated, as you can see by my apparrel of jeans, boxers, and no top." he said, and he stopped to consider a shirt. "See, to wear bowties, I need a shirt, so I really am at a knot on those days."

[Cynical]

R2D2 managed a small lighthearted chuckle as he slid the shirt over his head. He stood up and slid one leg through one opening of the pants, then the other. "Thanks," he said, brushing the last remaining dust off of his clothes. "So, now what?" R2D2 set down the tea and cookie on the table, leaning his elbow on the side. He looked around the room, "Is this where, you know, 'hang out'?"

[Zitface]

"Yeah. Usually scanners're on to catch any traces of huon energy that radiate off of me when I teleport, but today the have been off for some reason." TARDIS replied. "So Im safe for today, but if the professor find out about this, she'll have my hide and have me replaced."

[Cynical]

R2D2 nodded. "Well, glad I don't teleport," he mumbled under his breath. This conversation was going nowhere, and slowly R2D2 was losing interest. But, of course he couldn't tell that to TARDIS's face. He stood there and listened.

[Zitface]

TARDIS looked at the clock. "Oh crap! Breakfast. They come in and wake us up..we should be in bed!" TARDIS threw together a bed on a couch for R2Ds2 as quickly as possible and pretended to sleep in his own bed a few seconds before Venex came in. "Wakey,boys! Benedict told me you ran off with a failure of his? He doesnt seem much a failure, rather a birlliant success. What's your name, boy?" she said harshly, lifting R2D2's chin up gently with two of her fingers.

[Cynical]

"What are you..?" R2D2 looked over at TARDIS crawling into his bed. "Are we supposed to..?" He turned his head, seeing the woman. "It's, ah, I know it, it's something with numbers, or something," he said, his head tilted up. "My creator never bothered to tell me my name."

[Zitface]

"You must be R2D2. I heard word of a 'failure' called that. But you're a rather successful one." Venex said. "Come along, we have to eat some time, dont we? It's waffles and satsumas today." TARDIS looked like he was going to blow up at the mention of satsumas. He sauntered behind Venex like a puppy.

[Cynical]

R2D2 said nothing. A failure. Called that by his own creator. He looked down, and then looked back up at TARDIS trailing behind Venex.

OOC; Writers block. DX