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"Any tips? Some support would be great right now, thanks." Alison said.

He hums, "You need to work on pronouncing your R's better, and make sure to recognize feminine and masculin, but otherwise you're good."

"I pronounce my "R's" just fine, thanks. And I recognize genders. Seriously, what the bleeding hell are you implying?" Alison asked.

He chuckles. "You're exaggerating the R's and sometimes you mix the genders."

"What do you mean by 'mix'?" she asked.

"Female you're pronouncing like it's a male." He shakes his head.

"I don't get it. Explain." she said.

Antoine begins to explain, going on an almost half hour speech.

"Yeah, okay, okay. I still don't get how pronunciations change anything." Alison said.

He chuckles, "How would you feel if someone called you a male." He asks curiously.

"I would politely correct them." Alison said. That was actually a lie, she'd had to deal with lots of racist and sexist bullshit throughout most of her life, so that would most likely offend her.

He shrugs. "Alright, mademoiselle."

"So, should I go into battle now?" she asked, fully exaggerating the direness of the situation.

"Pfft. I suppose." He kisses her nose.

Alison slapped him. Hard. And her slaps hurt like the devil, especially with her abnormally sharp nails. "Don't you ever do that again. Only Joe gets to do that." she said angrily.

He chuckles. "I was playing, relax. I already have Nico."

"Yeah, but don't or else suffer my wrath."

"Yes ma'am." Will salutes and chuckles, hugging Nico. He needed a hug from someone, plus he was out of it in the morning.

(Gtg, be back later!)

(I'm back!) "Well then, into battle I go. Remember me as the woman who died bravely." Alison gulped, nervous.

Will and Nico nod. "If you want we can come with you." Nico offers.

"Nah, I need to deal with this myself. But thanks for offering."

(Hey, you online?)

Nico nods and Will smiles softly.

Alison exited the library, deciding to simply walk around and hope she found the robot. Eventually she located him in the control room, assisting the Doctor in plotting a new course. It was actually better for the Doctor to be here either way, she did need to exchange words with him and his beloved android. Alison stated that she required a companion contract; a document clearly spelling out her list of expectations for them both. "And most importantly, I'm going to need us to establish a general code of conduct so we don't drive each and every one of us up the wall. This goes for you, me, and Voldemort here." she said, looking towards the Master with an annoyed frown on her face. "You wound me, my dear. I have a name, you know." the Master said, pressing a hand to his chest in mock pain. "I too have a name, but at least it isn't as ridiculous as that idiotic title you try to pass off as a name." Alison retorted. The Doctor snorts with laughter. "Looks like you've got competition." he smirked at the android. "And as I always say, every day presents a new challenge to one's dignity." the Master said, both of those quite frankly ridiculously expressive eyebrows raising in surprise. "Dignity is overrated. You could do with less of it." he said, flicking a few levers and related switches and buttons. "And you, dearest Doctor, could do with more. You've been wearing that same outfit for several weeks now." he said, pointing out the threadbare shirt and disheveled coat. "Back to the contract, I did make a draft. But if it needs editing, and I will decide what to edit, not you, unless it's a life or death circumstance." Alison said assertively. "Um… about this contract," the Doctor said, "None of my previous companions ever made a contract. Don't you trust me?" he asked warily. "You, yes, Wizard Of Oz here, no." she said. "But it isn't really a question of trust. It’s more a matter of transparency and communication. Contracts have all the parameters and expectations, laid out nice and neatly for everyone’s protection and future reference, in a legally binding document." Alison explained. "You think that you can bind Time Lords to human laws? Oh, this will be quite entertaining." the Master chuckled. "Yeah, this is a morally binding contract, not legally binding." she retorted. "Alison, morals aren't really the Master's forte. He likes to act as if he doesn't have him. I suppose we should humor him, shall we?" the Doctor interjected. "But I suppose putting it in terms of power would convince him easily enough." he added. "Well then, guess what, robot? I have power over you!" Alison proclaimed triumphantly. "Do you now? Both the Doctor and I far surpass you in age, wisdom, physical strength, and mental capabilities. What power can you possibly possess that would allow you to overrule that?” the Master asked, skepticism rising from his tone. “I have my consent." she said, "I agreed to come along with you on your trips through time and space. Now I’m only going to stay as long as you treat me with kindness and respect and do everything you can to keep me safe. Because you invited me aboard, I know that you want me here. Therefore you will do everything that you can to make me happy. It’s a morally binding contract because you’re going to be good in order to make me stay.” she glared at the robot. “Oooooh, that’s a nice one.” The Doctor nods. “Makes sense to me.” after a pause, they added, “Of course, that almost definitely means the Master’s probably going to blow holes in it. He always figured out all the loopholes in the end." he said. "Very well, Miss Cheney. Tell me why I truly care whether or not you stay?" the Master said. “You want me to stay because you’re fucking fascinated by me. I don’t think any human’s ever looked you in the eyes before. No one’s ever told you just how silly your name really sounds. Everyone’s just groveled and cowered, except for the Doctor, who treats you like some weird combination of their spouse and their worst enemy, for reasons you still have refused to explain, the both of you. But here I am,” Alison continues, pointing to the center of her chest, “not groveling, not disdaining, just dealing with you like an equal. Being treated like a person is so novel and enthralling that you’re going to rise to the challenge. So yeah, this contract is going to be morally binding for all of us.” she finished. Both of the Time Lords remained silent, both baffled at Alison's impressive outburst and logic that they typically would assume humans lacked. The Doctor breaks out into wild applause, springing up energetically for a standing ovation. “Bravo, bravo! Or…wait…would you prefer brava? Maybe I should jump up and down and whistle instead.” he proceeds to do just that. The Master rolled his eyes at the Doctor's childish actions. “Oi, Wizard of Oz!” Alison called from across the console. The robot finally lifted his head. “Are you going to be bound by this contract or not?” she asked. “Tie me up,” said the robot, deadpan. “I can’t wait.” he added. “Sorry, Alison,” said the Doctor with a shrug, “but I think that’s the best you’re going to get from him. That was a yes, by the way – just an incredibly sarcastic one.” Alison sighed. “Awesome,” says Alison flatly. “This is gonna be so much fun.” Alison, the Doctor, and the robot eventually agree on her companion contract. Alison demands three things from her shipmates: respect, honesty, and kindness. In terms of respect, she asks that they consider her will whenever possible and that they abide by her mental and physical limits. In particular, the robot will not read her thoughts or mind-warp her into doing what he wants, as well as the requirement of Alison not having to call him 'Master', a name she despised, and explained her objections due to slavery throughout Earth history. The Doctor and the robot should respect her as an equal, despite being an entirely different species. On terms of honesty, they must tell each other the truth. She makes allowances for personal privacy and emotional integrity, of course. For kindness, she wants courteous responses to her questions and an assumption of good faith in all their dealings. The Time Dorks appear pleased with her proposal. The Doctor readily assents. Nodding with such vigor that his head seems loose, they sing a bouncy, wordless melody to themselves as he reads her draft. Meanwhile, the robot casts speculative glances at her between paragraphs. Finishing his review, he settles back and folds his hands on the with the satisfaction of someone who has, yet again, gotten exactly what he wants. Before Alison can draft the final contract, the robot says he has his own terms for her. She might call him a robot or an android, for that is what he is, but not a machine, computer, toy, servant, or anything similar. And lastly, if Alison refused to use his chosen name, then they must decide on something they both agree as her term of reference when speaking to or about him. Alison agrees and promises she'll think about what she will call the robot and they could talk about it soon, then leaves to tell Will and Nico about her success in the contract that she had formed.

(I just realized how long that was…. Tried to condense most of it but it's still incredibly long, sorry! And now I have a really, really bad hand cramp. Well, karma I suppose.)

(I hope I didn't suffocate you in all that writing, lol.)

(Good morning!)

(Not sure if you're online or not, but wanna RP?)

Will and Nico were talking quietly, unsure about anything. Will wanted to return home, campers were dying. Nico wanted to stay, since Will had agreed to work with the Doctor and Alison.

Alison walked back into the library. "Hey, guys." she said. "Success! I got out of the conversation alive and it went quite well."