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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!))

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Unlike some of the other clothing people have been seen wearing around Stacy, the kilt shows signs of being an older garment. Well taken care of, of course, but definitely something that's been broken in - perhaps even been through an adventure or two.

Jamie's had that kilt a long time, and is stubborn enough to want to hang on to it - and the accent. The stubbornness isn't too evident right now, however, as he tilts the sleeve up and punctures the plastic wrapping at the top with this thumb. Eva's hand on his shoulder isn't necessary, but he doesn't make any motion to remove it.

Instead, he pulls out a cup and looks at it thoughtfully, reaching out to set it down. He stops halfway through the motion, head turning back quickly as he looks at her with a somewhat startled look. "Ye know the Doctor?"

"Yes. He picked me up at a bar," she says with a wry smile. "Is, ah. Is there something wrong with the coffee cups? Because I found a whole vault of them here last time, but a somewhat different design."

Not that she could even hope to retrace her steps and find it again.

"Aye, well, he's found people in stranger places..." Jamie comments, a hint of an almost fond sort of exasperation in his tone. However, his demeanor changes as soon as he hears the words 'coffee cups'. His gaze refocuses on the one in his hand, and he stares at it. Or, more accurately, right through it, because, when it comes down to it, it doesn't appear as if he's truly seeing the item in question.

His face smooths out, appearing much less animated than it did seconds earlier, and when he looks back at Eva, it's in much the same way - a blank, possibly unnerving sort of look.

"We have to go," he says, the words spoken slowly and with little inflection to them. "I have to see ye out of harm's way."

She furrows her brow at him, trying to figure out what his deal is. He isn't acting unlike a host trying to assert control over their Yeerks and failing. Out of curiosity, she moves her hand over to the coffee cup, resting atop the lid. It's not a motion to take the cup, merely to gauge Jamie's reaction. She stands light on her feet, ready to bolt back.

"Alright. Will you be leaving the Tollbooth too?"

It'd be one thing if she had picked it up once he set it down, but right now, it's awfully close to an attempt to prevent him from doing what he's supposed to be doing. His fingers flex, automatically tightening around the cup, and he slowly starts to pull it away from her touch and closer to himself in a possessive sort of way.

There's a flicker of confusion, however, at her words, since he has no idea what she's referring to. "We're not in any tollbooth. We're in the TARDIS, and I have to see ye safe."

"I know its name. I just don't like calling it that. It sounds like a slur," she sniffs. Then again, she doesn't call The Doctor 'The Doctor' all that often either. Something about being told what to do, having someone insist on her using certain terminology, brings out that contrary streak in her.

She does, however, figure that maybe getting Jamie away from the TARDIS may be a good idea. He may need to go to the Med Bay and be checked for head trauma or something of that nature. Maybe he's always this odd, but something about this entire situation sets the hair on the back of her neck up. "Alright. Is safe outside the TARDIS?"

If he had been more in his right mind, Jamie would have protested that rather strongly. As daft - and confusing - as the name had been when he first came on board, he'd long since grown to accept it as fact, and he didn't take kindly to the idea of someone deciding it was some sort of slur. As it was, there was something of the feeling that sparked in his eyes for a second before the hypnotic suggestion took hold of him again.

His "instructions" were to take people to non-essential areas, but there hadn't been anything specific that he couldn't take them outside. And part of him - the still vaguely irritated part - thinks maybe if she wants to go so badly he'll just have to take her there. However, the rest of him is still too far gone other than to reply to her with the same lack of inflection to his voice he had displayed earlier.

"Aye. If ye like."

"Well, if you can't see me to the Doctor, I'll have to ask you escort me out. This is quite the labyrinth you have here." She doesn't miss the way his eyes intensify, for just a moment, before taking that stoned look back on. Now she knows she definitely needs to find the man to a hospital, or perhaps brain him and hope he snaps back to his senses when he wakes.

"All right."

He puts the sleeve down, although he's still hanging on to that one cup. Walking over a few steps to one of the other doors in the floor, he tilts his head and stares down at it. This door has a complicated series of sliding levers on it, and at first glance, it would be easy enough to assume you had to slide the levers a certain way to get it open.

It turns out to be much easier than that. Reaching down, he hits the heel of his hand against the lever in the middle, and the door swings open of its own accord. The passageway it leads to is quite dark, but Jamie doesn't bother trying to find a light. Instead, he sets the cup that is in his other hand down, then goes over to retrieve the sleeve. Only then does he turn back to Eva, motioning with a nod of his head to the cup.

"This way."

"Right."

Whether or not Jamie's far gone, he still seems lucid enough to remember the deceptively simple way to get through the door. Eva takes note. As they pass through the passageway, she slips her hand onto her gun, flipping it in her hand so the butt's facing out.

Something's very not right with this man. She doesn't know what, and it seems like he's taking her out the exit, but she's getting the inkling that he won't leave with her.

Once through the door, there is actually some illumination provided by some tubes inlaid in the walls of the corridor they're going down. It's not as bright as the room above, but still gives enough light to see by. And Jamie seems just as confident about walking down it as he was about getting through the trick door. Whatever's been done to him, it clearly doesn't involve making him forget where he's going.

From time to time, he stops to pull out another cup and lay it down, but he's not volunteering why he's doing so. In fact, he's lapsed into silence completely, making the only noises from him his footsteps and the occasional rustling of the protective plastic sleeve. The TARDIS is making noises of her own, though, faint groanings and creakings, with the occasional thud as something shifts or falls off in the distance. None of these catch Jamie's attention, and in the dim lighting, his eyes look quite flat, lacking any spark that would normally give them a semblance of life.

He continues on, behaving as for all intents and purposes as if Eva no longer existed and wasn't walking next to him down the corridor. It would be ridiculously easy to get the drop on him while he's caught up in laying the trail.

Eva choose when he's stooped over, laying down a coffee cup, to make her move. He'll have less of a distance to fall when she hits him. She slams the butt of the gun against the base of his skull and grabs the back of his shirt, turning him over.

She doesn't even really panic as she takes his pulse and checks his eyes. She hit him hard, but she knows weaknesses in the human body, and doesn't think she's done any permanent damage or brain damage.

"That's what you get for giving me the creeps." She gently pats his face in an attempt to rouse him, hoping he wakes up a little more lucid than he started.

Eva's good - very good - and Jamie doesn't even have time for a small cry as he crumples to the ground, quite unconscious. His breathing is even, his pulse strong, and it doesn't look like he's going to have much more than a sore head.

It does take him a few moments to respond to those pats, though, as he's never as quick to wake up from being knocked out as, say, the Doctor. Eventually, though, his eyes flicker and then open - and almost immediately squinch partway shut as the pain registers. "Ooh. My head."

After he brings his hand up and gingerly feels around to make sure his skull hasn't split open, wincing a bit in the process, he finally seems to notice Eva again and focuses on her. "What happened?"

"Don't move too much. I don't think I gave you a concussion, but if you feel lethargic, you need to tell me now." She props him up so he's sitting. He looks significantly more lucid than he did a few moments ago, even while wincing and holding his head.

She reaches over and picks up one of the coffee cups off the ground. "No, you answer me first. Does this mean anything to you?"

"Lethargic? No, I'd not say I feel like that," he replies. Confused, yes. Starting to get the beginnings of a headache, definitely. But he's not feeling the slightest bit tired at all.

He gives the cup a cursory glance, but doesn't seem to think much of it. In fact, he's wondering why she's bringing it up at all. Apparently the knock to the head's done something to kick him out of the odd trail-laying behavior, at least for the moment.

"It's a cup that's on the ground. Look, I don't see what that has to do with anything. Could ye not just tell me what's going on?"

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She gives a sigh of relief and shakes her head, but she isn't going to let him direct the conversation yet. She still has questions as as far as she's concerned, that overrides any present concerns of his. She chucks the cup over her shoulder almost comically. "Do you remember meeting me?"

This wouldn't the first time that someone's decided not to answer his questions, so he can't really say as he's surprised when Eva continues to ignore them. It's fairly clear that he's not going to get any answers of his own until she's satisfied her own curiosity, and even though his mouth pulls off to one side, he decides to go ahead and answer hers first - for now.

"Aye, when I came up through the door into the room. Ye told me your name was Eva."

She matches that mouth twist with her own. It's not as if she wanted to have to brain you, mister.

"It is. Good. Do you remember what you felt when you introduced yourself to me? You seemed a bit lost in space."

As in, completely zonked. Also strangely fixated on cups.

"I..." He's about to say that he felt fine when he realizes that he hadn't, not at the time. There was that strong, almost overwhelming drive to place the cups, and even though he was very aware of his surroundings, he was focused on it to such a degree that it could have come across as being 'lost in space' to someone else. And while it didn't bother him then, now he can say otherwise.

"I'd not say I felt quite like that. I just knew I needed to put those cups out, and it was a wee bit difficult to focus on anything else."

"Alright. But you feel fine now." She sits on the floor, intending to stay there for a while. "Do you remember when you started feeling like you had to put the cups out?"

There's something overwhelmingly sympathetic in her face. She knows too well what it's like to be controlled, and she suspects that's exactly what happened to him. She presses her lips together just a bit.

Seeing she's not planning on going anywhere for a bit, Jamie shifts so his back is against one of the TARDIS walls - although he opts not to lean his head against it just yet. Might as well get as comfortable as he can.

"It was after I talked to John," he admits, frowning slightly. "There was this...need, I guess. To try and get everyone out. But I didn't know where everyone was, and I thought maybe if I laid a trail..."

He breaks off, grimacing as his head twinges again, but that sympathetic expression she has on her face helps tone down the cranky tone underlying his next question - somewhat. "Did ye have to go and hit me that hard, anyway?"

"John Smith?" Her eyes narrow. She'd told him the TARDIS was aboard. Hopefully he means another John and John Smith is alright. "Do you know where he went? I'd hate to think he was hurt..."

"Here," she says, pulling her jacket off. She twists it up into a rope of cloth and hands it to him. "We'll find some ice momentarily and you can put this on your head. I'm sure there's ice somewhere in the Tollbooth. Maybe if we find the shoe tree again..."

If she can find her way around anything in here.

"And yes. I did need to hit you that hard. Now stop complaining."

One of Jamie's very favorite things to do is complain, but he rather suspects that she is quite capable of hitting him again if need be, so he shuts up about that part of things for the moment. He does nod at her question, however.

"Aye, that's him. Not that that's his real name, if ye ask me. It's funny, though, he seemed to know an awful lot about the TARDIS." Which is definitely strange. How did he know about it if he'd only just woken up? Unless he was another version of the Doctor, and Jamie thinks that if that was the case, he would have said as much.

"Anyway, there should be ice in the kitchens. That is, if we can find them. I've not been able to even find the food machine since I moved back in."

The wheels start turning in Eva's head. "He said he was a friend of The Doctor when I met him. Wouldn't that explain it?" Although arguably, she's a friend of the Doctor too and she can barely find her own left foot in the TARDIS. But John Smith acted like the Doctor was a closer friend...or possibly a goal.

"I don't think it's his real name either. Few parents are that uncreative anymore. And don't worry, if I can find our way back to the Forest I found a lovely tree full of ice and sneakers."

Big 'if' there.

"Aye, it might," Jamie replies, with a frown. Recalling the conversation, there was more than one opportunity for this 'John' to mention he was a friend as well during their first conversation - and he hadn't.

"When I met him, I'd mentioned the Doctor's name, but he'd not said anything about being his friend. In fact, he seemed to think I was just referring to a regular doctor. Or...he made it look like he was thinking that."

His frown deepens into an outright scowl. It was beginning to look more and more like 'John' had tricked him, and he doesn't care for being tricked at all. He starts to try and get to his feet, using his hands to push himself upwards.

"Right. Let's go then. Even if we can't find the ice, maybe we'll find him instead. I'd like to have a few words if we do."

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Permission to hit Jamie upside the head?

Go for it!

Re: Go for it!

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Shall we have them get split up at this point?

Sure!

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