Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
May 27th, 2011 
"Oh, now don't be like that."

Currently, the only part of River Song that could be seen from the entrance of the TARDIS control room, was the top of that mane of wild blonde curls. She was kneeling at the base of the console panel, splicing the wires from the looks of it. The Doctor had said that the TARDIS was stuck here and naturally, River Song couldn't take him at his word and leave well enough alone. The Doctor was away and she intended to sort out this problem while he was gone. Just to see the look on his face when she proved once again just how vast her knowledge of the old girl happened to be.

Except, after several hours of rooting through the controls, wires, and other assorted parts....she'd gotten nowhere fast. She was just as perplexed as to what the problem was as the moment she'd first stepped foot on this ship. Outside, she knew there were things going on, but she had decided to move in and fix the problem while the Doctor was away. Besides, working on the TARDIS helped her mind to focus on other problems at the same time. She was very good at multi-tasking.

Unfortunately, she snips the wrong wire and all of the lights go out at once. Even from the outside, the little blue box seems to suddenly go dark. Cursing, she quickly splices that wire back into place and the lights flicker on once more.

"Fine, be that way."

Talking to the TARDIS. Even bickering with her. Wonder where she'd picked up that habit from?
"Phillip."

The communication with Hoshi alerted Phillip instantly as memories of the encounter flooded in. Assessing the situation immediately, he rected.

"Ah," said Phillip, shutting his book as the connection kicked in. "They'll need cover fire, so let's give it to them. LunaTrigger should suffice." He clicked his Memory. LUNA!

Swinging his arm across his side, he proclaimed, "Henshin." And slotted the Luna Memory into his DoubleDriver. It vanished in a sparkle of yellow 0s and 1s and with a boneless flop, fell over unconscious.

In the middle of the city.

(ooc: he's truly unconscious. No amount of manhandling will wake him. have fun.)
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