Total control

"Who said it's just today?" Clara said. She smirked, and lifted her arm.

The scanner she'd used to find her way around the Land seemed to have been adapted into some kind of bracelet. She tapped a few buttons, glanced at it, then stood up.

"We'll take the TARDIS," Clara said.

"Can't we walk?" Rose said, pouting slightly; Clara chuckled.

"You're overestimating my patience there," Clara said.

The console room wasn't far; this sitting room seemed to be the easiest place for them to relax, just off the main chamber. They left behind the wall full of portraits of the nude Rose, the magical one still whimpering; Rose sauntered along behind, not even making a token effort to cover up.

Murmuring to herself, Clara connected her bracelet to the console. She tapped a few buttons; with a sudden groaning, wheezing sound that sent a shock of nostalgia through the two present-day watchers, their TARDIS took off.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come stood over them all, waiting in the archway and looking down.

"Here we are!" Clara declared. "Rose, ooh, let's go for all-fours today, what do you think?"

"Whatever you say," Rose said.

As Clara crossed the console room over to the door, Rose got onto her knees, then crawled over; once Clara pushed the door open, Rose crawled outside, ass up in the air. Chuckling to herself, Clara followed, as did their two present-day selves.

Their TARDIS had become, of all things, a mushroom. Then again there were plenty of mushrooms around them; presumably fictional Gallifreyan TARDISes had working chameleon circuits.

They were in a small, lush patch of forest, one surrounded by pure artificiality, smooth black and grey surfaces all around a tiny patch of verdant green. Brightly coloured mushrooms in unrealistic shades of red, blue and yellow popped up, all larger than any normal fungus.

A blonde sat atop one of the mushrooms. She idly worked on a typewriter, adjusting her blue dress; at the sound of a TARDIS, she looked up.

"Hey!" Clara said, approaching. "Mistress of the Land of Fiction, right? Been meaning to get to you for a while. Hope you don't mind, we came the long way round."

The apparent Mistress of the Land of Fiction smiled and gestured for them to approach.

The present Rose bit her lip; the present Clara tilted her head, contemplatively. They knew who she was; the Doctor's plan to get Rose both dressed and out of there had been to find that figure, who apparently controlled the whole Land with what she wrote, and ask for her help.

Rose fidgeted, nervously adjusting her arms. Somehow she had the distinct feeling Clara's goal wasn't going to be anything like getting her get dressed.

She flushed, just watching her future self there, on all-fours and unable and apparently unwilling to cover up anything. A squeak escaped her lips.

"My name is Alice," the Mistress said. She tilted her head. "I get so few visitors. I did so wonder, though, about the two of you wandering my wonderland. At last you come here."

"Yep, it's been fun," Clara said. She grinned. "You've got a great place."

"Indeed, though your use has been... imaginitive," Alice said. She seemed amused.

"Thanks," Clara said. "How about you Rose, enjoyed yourself?"

"It's been... nothing like anything I imagined," Rose said. Now there was a slight flush in her cheeks. "But I got used to it. Love it here."

"Do you wish to leave?" Alice said.

"Oh, nope," Clara said. "Absolutely not, why would we stop having this much fun? But I was wondering if you were hiring."

Alice raised her eyebrows; the kneeling Rose looked up, her expression somehow managing to be excited, a far cry from the present Rose's growing nervousness.

"You... wish to be the Mistress of the Land of Fiction," Alice said slowly.

"Not going to fight you for it or anything, just curious," Clara said. "I heard the mantle gets passed on and all that."

"Indeed," Alice said. She paused, thoughtfully. "It would be nice to once more go out and explore my wonderland, rather than simply chronicle it."

"That a yes?" Clara said.

Alice hesitated. Then, looking from Clara, to the nude Rose on the floor, and then somehow her gaze seeming to pass over the watch present day equivalents, she smiled.

"Certainly," Alice said. "I look forward to whatever world you create. A moment, please."

She stood, preparing to get the tools needed to transfer mastery of the Land over. Clara meanwhile grinned; the kneeling Rose matched her expression, apparently genuinely interested in the things Clara might do with total control.

The present Rose meanwhile just stared, a squeak escaping her lips. So rather than just being able to tell her what to do...

"Ooh, nice," the present Clara said. The future one meanwhile just grinned.

"So, Rose," Clara said. "Any thoughts on what genre you want to end up in? I mean, the naked thing's not going away, obviously, but any thoughts beyond that?"