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trans_92011-08-10 02:08 am
makeherblue) wrote in trans_92011-08-10 02:08 am
Hanger - TARDIS
[Takes place right after clone plot and arriving back on Stacy. After there]
“First sharks and now explosions!” The Doctor held up his ruined sonic screwdriver and turned it in the light. “I’ll have to proof against both, I suppose.”
He crossed the Hanger in long strides, expecting Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to keep up. Daniel had held himself rather well during the whole clone thing and what was more, he even saved his sonic for him! The Doctor found himself feeling rather fond of the human right this moment. Good man! Resourceful! But also being annoyingly close-mouthed about what he might have picked up from that encounter with the Other Doctor, which was surprising because he thought he knew humans and if there was anything he learned from all his time amongst them, it was they loved talking almost as much as he did! Questions in particular were their favorite, no matter how obvious or rhetorical or downright silly. Big big fan of the obvious questions. Basically they were a chatty species.
Part of the reason why he’d asked Daniel to come with him to the TARDIS.
If he was lucky, Daniel would tell him what he’d seen from that clone on his own, given enough time and company.
The Doctor was tucking the sonic back into his pocket when they came into sight of the TARDIS. He only paused for the briefest of beats as he took in the fact the old girl’s doors were wide open, positively gaping open! This wasn’t looking very looked out after and he wondered if maybe Jamie’s memory retention was failing thanks to him being an ex-dead man. Clearly the human needed a talking to! He approached cautiously, poking his head inside.
Everything in the console room looked in order, if you ignored the suspicious trail of foam cups leading away from the door and a few minute scratches on the glass which he knew for a fact hadn’t been there since he last checked. The Doctor’s lips pursed as he peered about, head weaving as he checked under the control console and then straightened. Where was Jamie? In fact, where were the rest of his friends?
“Better have a look around,” the Doctor lied, perhaps too cheerfully. “Long time away from home and I’m afraid River’s gone and organized things. I’m very specific on my organization system, I’ll have you know.”
He made a vague shooing motion at Daniel.
((So basically this is thread two, with the Doctor/Daniel/Rory jumping into a TARDIS taken over by the Master. Since the Master can switch up rooms (up to the players in the threads for what's wrong with the rooms) and trap people/shift people around, I guess assume timey-wimey things to allow different characters to stumble into each other? But yeah, I guess do subthreads for characters stumbling and we can subthread different people running into them.
I think we're looking at people in the TARDIS as: Victoria, Martha, The Master, River, Jamie, Doctor, Daniel, Rory, Amy, Eva. If I missed anyone, poke me!))
“First sharks and now explosions!” The Doctor held up his ruined sonic screwdriver and turned it in the light. “I’ll have to proof against both, I suppose.”
He crossed the Hanger in long strides, expecting Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to keep up. Daniel had held himself rather well during the whole clone thing and what was more, he even saved his sonic for him! The Doctor found himself feeling rather fond of the human right this moment. Good man! Resourceful! But also being annoyingly close-mouthed about what he might have picked up from that encounter with the Other Doctor, which was surprising because he thought he knew humans and if there was anything he learned from all his time amongst them, it was they loved talking almost as much as he did! Questions in particular were their favorite, no matter how obvious or rhetorical or downright silly. Big big fan of the obvious questions. Basically they were a chatty species.
Part of the reason why he’d asked Daniel to come with him to the TARDIS.
If he was lucky, Daniel would tell him what he’d seen from that clone on his own, given enough time and company.
The Doctor was tucking the sonic back into his pocket when they came into sight of the TARDIS. He only paused for the briefest of beats as he took in the fact the old girl’s doors were wide open, positively gaping open! This wasn’t looking very looked out after and he wondered if maybe Jamie’s memory retention was failing thanks to him being an ex-dead man. Clearly the human needed a talking to! He approached cautiously, poking his head inside.
Everything in the console room looked in order, if you ignored the suspicious trail of foam cups leading away from the door and a few minute scratches on the glass which he knew for a fact hadn’t been there since he last checked. The Doctor’s lips pursed as he peered about, head weaving as he checked under the control console and then straightened. Where was Jamie? In fact, where were the rest of his friends?
“Better have a look around,” the Doctor lied, perhaps too cheerfully. “Long time away from home and I’m afraid River’s gone and organized things. I’m very specific on my organization system, I’ll have you know.”
He made a vague shooing motion at Daniel.
((So basically this is thread two, with the Doctor/Daniel/Rory jumping into a TARDIS taken over by the Master. Since the Master can switch up rooms (up to the players in the threads for what's wrong with the rooms) and trap people/shift people around, I guess assume timey-wimey things to allow different characters to stumble into each other? But yeah, I guess do subthreads for characters stumbling and we can subthread different people running into them.
I think we're looking at people in the TARDIS as: Victoria, Martha, The Master, River, Jamie, Doctor, Daniel, Rory, Amy, Eva. If I missed anyone, poke me!))
Re: Rory - Late to the trap party
Well, this marked the second time in the past few days the Doctor had fallen on him. This was becoming an unhealthy pattern, or at least he thought so. His ribs screamed with renewed protest, and he released his grip on the sword to grab a corner of the wall, eyes going wide with alarm. "Where's Amy and Molly?! What happened?!"
First concerns first, grab the wall, ignore the fact that his ribs were shrieking at him in agony and then find out what had happened to his girlfriend and daughter. Normally he would put the latter first, but it seemed that being sucked into a black hole was the other real option. What was wrong with the TARDIS? Were the others ok?
Rory's room- now a mix between another room and Eighth Doctor's console room.
He couldn't tell Rory he didn't know for certain. But they hadn't been there when he popped in and unless they wandered in seconds after he left, they were probably fine. The Doctor clung like a spider to his pipe as he glanced over to check Rory, then at the room-that-wasn't. The pinpoint of light spun faster and faster only meters away, cycling through different options and flashing all sorts of pretty, dangerous colors. Rory seemed to be kicked into survival mode, the human hanging onto the wall as hurricane winds blasted at them. A chair and a beach ball came skittering and bouncing past.
Blip! They both hit the pinpoint of light and vanished.
The Doctor felt his arms going numb. He was in real danger of losing his grip when the room suddenly exploded back into being. Walls reformed, shot up like sprouts, wood whorls spreading as the roof expanded far higher than Rory's room had been, big impressive pillars reaching overhead like claws. Half of another control console jutted out, narrowly missing Rory, growing more of its bits and pieces as the rest of the room spread. Make that half a control console. The Doctor relaxed his hold as the gravity settled. No telling how long this half a room would last but wow! He hadn't seen this console room in awhile.
All sorts of memories there. He wanted to say most of them were good, but...anyway. Moving on!
He slid down from his pipe to check on Rory. "You okay? Of course you're okay, you're still in one piece. Here, I'll help you, hang on. Right! Here we go and on three -- "
He held out his arms. This probably wasn't going to make Rory feel better, but in between the room's change, his position on the wall had shifted upward several feet, putting his legs over the Doctor's head and it was lucky he hadn't hit the top of the corridor ceiling. How the Doctor expected to catch Rory and not fall over? Don't ask.
Re: Rory's room- now a mix between another room and Eighth Doctor's console room.
The thought that was haunting him was that the last time he'd gotten sucked into a bright light around the Doctor he'd ceased existing at all. Strangely that made his grip on the wall tighten, eyes narrowed with concentration as his body screamed at him to let go.
It was only a little pain, he'd survive. Moreover, he was certain that letting go out mean a great deal more pain than just clinging to the wall like a spider monkey would cause.
He grunted as the pressure finally turned him lose, gravity taking hold and making him tighten his fingers to keep from falling. He gingerly looked at the counsel as he tried to figure out how to get down without damaging himself.
The look he gave the Doctor's lanky frame was extremely not impressed. "I'll crush you and you'll turn into a ginger again. No." He didn't answer the other question, focused on just getting down and refusing to take a physical assessment until he managed.
There was a brief moment of regret for the lack of monkey bars in his education, he had a feeling that muscle development would have come in handy at the moment. But he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, and this body wasn't the plastic one he was accustom to, capable of taking a drop that far without showing a mark. He swung until he could hook one of the remaining dips in the wall with his foot, cursing softly and creatively in several languages as he realized that most of them had vanished.
Of all the times for the TARDIS to go smooth walled.
"They both talk to you like you can hear them, could rather use a bit of help here if you're done with this. Promise I'll make him leave off with the big one and spend more time with you. Or I'll try, you know how he is probably better than me." The words were grumbled as his foot nearly slipped out of the wall.
Re: Rory's room- now a mix between another room and Eighth Doctor's console room.
He rather liked to think he'd gotten Rory past that.
It took the Doctor a moment to realize that Rory was mumbling not to him, but to the TARDIS. Would it work? The Doctor himself talked with the TARDIS more often than he kept count -- most of the time it was to at least convince her land somewhere mostly safe and not on top of someone, which would be terribly inconvenient for whoever got squashed by a police box, but...there were the other times. Mostly it was when he was alone with the old girl. He'd talk to her, sometimes just for the company. Not that he expected her to respond but talking to her felt right. As if he wasn't the only one knocking about his own ship. And sometimes she flew a bit more straight or landed a few minutes earlier than usual and maybe it wasn't ridiculous to try to ask for some help right now.
The TARDIS gave a low kind of warbling hum, as if it was trying to get through to Rory despite the intruder's sabotage.
Rory was lucky because this was one of the rare times the TARDIS could break through. She helpfully grew him a ladder so he could climb down...only it was horizontal and nowhere close to reaching the floor.
Good luck, Rory Williams.
Re: Rory's room- now a mix between another room and Eighth Doctor's console room.
It wasn't exactly what he wanted, a sideways ladder, but it would let him get to a place where the walls weren't mishmashes that made it difficult to do anything.
"Thanks. That helps. Soon as we get out of this one, I'll tell him he needs to baby you more." He gritted his teeth as he started edging sideways, trying to keep a foothold and not force his arms to take more of his weight. shifting from that to hands and footholds as he edged down was a bit more difficult, trainer catching oddly as one point and sending him into a sliding fall the last few feet.
After this, he was just going to...duck off into the TARDIS, hide with his daughter and girlfriend and try to convince this human body that he didn't hate it, and he wasn't intentionally putting it through its paces. He tried to scramble up, arm going around his torso to automatically shield his ribs. "Now. What happened? Where's Amy and Molly? What's going on, Doctor?"
Re: Rory's room- now a mix between another room and Eighth Doctor's console room.
He eyed Rory and then turned away to examine that new-old console that almost hip-checked the human, if the console had a hip. Decent attempt at it anyway. He reached out to pick at one of the dusty scanners, his finger coming away with a thick layer of ashy gray -- dust that was probably older than the Ponds combined.
"As for Amy and Molly, well. I'm sure they're clinging to walls like you. Smart Ponds, I'd think. She married you after all. Will marry," he corrected himself. He wiped his finger on his trousers as he turned to finally look back over at Rory. "I think this room is probably stable, so it's safe to go this way."