What are you like in the morning?
Nov. 20th, 2005 10:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doctor6"Good morning, Peri!" said the Doctor brightly as his companion shuffled into the control room.
"What's so good about it?" she grumbled, her hands cupped around a steaming mug of tea.
"What's so bad about it?" he replied. Punching a series of controls, he indicated the wall monitor with a grand sweep of his hand. It came to life with a picture of an endless sea of velvet set with twinkling stars. "There? You see? A million beautiful sunrises over a billion planets throughout the cosmos. "It's a beautiful morning. Or evening. Depends entirely on where you are, doesn't it?"
Plumping herself down on the seat of a wicker peacock chair in a corner of the control room, she glowered at him over her tea. "I don't get it. How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"This! Waking up so cheerful!" she demanded, as if it were a personal affront. "I mean, yesterday we were nearly frozen to death in some nasty metal catacombs and then we were chased by Cybermen who got into the TARDIS and very nearly tore us into little pieces and AREN'T YOU TIRED?"
He blinked at her, clearly taken aback by her outburst. "Well no, actually. I'm not. In fact, I feel rather refreshed."
"That's exactly what I mean! After all of that, how can you possibly sleep enough to be Mister Happy Sunshine every morning?"
"Ahhh. I see." He looked at her sympathetically. "I don't need nearly as much rest as you do. That's not an insult to your tolerance, incidentally. Just the facts of a different physiology."
"Alien, you mean."
"In a word," he agreed. "Sleep and rest to me are two entirely different things to me."
Peri frowned, mulling this over. "Okay. So Time Lords don't need sleep."
"Not in the way you'd define it, no."
"Fine. I get that." She glowered at him accusingly. "But do you have to be so cheerful before the rest of the universe is awake?"
"What's so good about it?" she grumbled, her hands cupped around a steaming mug of tea.
"What's so bad about it?" he replied. Punching a series of controls, he indicated the wall monitor with a grand sweep of his hand. It came to life with a picture of an endless sea of velvet set with twinkling stars. "There? You see? A million beautiful sunrises over a billion planets throughout the cosmos. "It's a beautiful morning. Or evening. Depends entirely on where you are, doesn't it?"
Plumping herself down on the seat of a wicker peacock chair in a corner of the control room, she glowered at him over her tea. "I don't get it. How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"This! Waking up so cheerful!" she demanded, as if it were a personal affront. "I mean, yesterday we were nearly frozen to death in some nasty metal catacombs and then we were chased by Cybermen who got into the TARDIS and very nearly tore us into little pieces and AREN'T YOU TIRED?"
He blinked at her, clearly taken aback by her outburst. "Well no, actually. I'm not. In fact, I feel rather refreshed."
"That's exactly what I mean! After all of that, how can you possibly sleep enough to be Mister Happy Sunshine every morning?"
"Ahhh. I see." He looked at her sympathetically. "I don't need nearly as much rest as you do. That's not an insult to your tolerance, incidentally. Just the facts of a different physiology."
"Alien, you mean."
"In a word," he agreed. "Sleep and rest to me are two entirely different things to me."
Peri frowned, mulling this over. "Okay. So Time Lords don't need sleep."
"Not in the way you'd define it, no."
"Fine. I get that." She glowered at him accusingly. "But do you have to be so cheerful before the rest of the universe is awake?"
