Spring Cleaning, Round 2 [Backdated to just after podpop]
Who: The Doctors, their assistants and friends, some visitors [Open], and the Master.
Where: The TARDIS, the blue police box located in the Hangar.
Summary: Somebody's made a mess of the old ship. The Doctors are very unhappy. Time to dig in and clean up! Also, there's some necessary hashing-out of titles and ownership between three men who happen to be the same person. And a bit of a problem arises...
Warnings: Possibly mild swearing on Nine's part.
The Doctor and his immediate successor with the long coat had run straight from the Observation Deck when they'd learned where the TARDIS was and gotten their bearings. They'd been whisked through the uncomfortable transport tubes, spilled into an arsenal of ships, and been left to search. Luckily, as diminished as their abilities were, they could still sense the old girl. It wasn't long before she was found.
They wasted no time in opening the door, winding up in a console room that could never fit inside the seemingly small exterior of the police box without some serious dimensional shifting. It was a wide space, well-lit, but definitely not the room the two new arrivals were used to.
Here, they'd finally find this other Doctor the other crew members have told them so much about. And with any luck, they'll have some answers too.
Where: The TARDIS, the blue police box located in the Hangar.
Summary: Somebody's made a mess of the old ship. The Doctors are very unhappy. Time to dig in and clean up! Also, there's some necessary hashing-out of titles and ownership between three men who happen to be the same person. And a bit of a problem arises...
Warnings: Possibly mild swearing on Nine's part.
The Doctor and his immediate successor with the long coat had run straight from the Observation Deck when they'd learned where the TARDIS was and gotten their bearings. They'd been whisked through the uncomfortable transport tubes, spilled into an arsenal of ships, and been left to search. Luckily, as diminished as their abilities were, they could still sense the old girl. It wasn't long before she was found.
They wasted no time in opening the door, winding up in a console room that could never fit inside the seemingly small exterior of the police box without some serious dimensional shifting. It was a wide space, well-lit, but definitely not the room the two new arrivals were used to.
Here, they'd finally find this other Doctor the other crew members have told them so much about. And with any luck, they'll have some answers too.
You okay with threadjacking? I don't want to hog everyone.
Some of the cheerfulness is forced, but he's trying. Progress is slower than he'd like. "Did you find Victoria?"
Absolutely. Anyone is welcome to jump in!
All right, so he may have failed to actually mention that fact before, but he would have thought one of others would have said something. Victoria, maybe, but perhaps she's not gotten a chance to get down here yet.
The key in his hand is a little warm, and he unconsciously finds himself rubbing his thumb against his fingers - which draws his attention back to it. He stuffs it back in the pocket of his sheepskin vest, tucking the chain in as well so he doesn't wind up losing it.
"Look, I thought I'd come down here and...er, lend ye a hand. To do..." He waves his now empty hand around in a gesture meant to indicate the interior of the TARDIS. "Whatever it is ye want done around here."
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If he sees Jamie's key and the hesitation, he doesn't comment on it. It's really no surprise that he has one anyway. "If there's one thing we need, it's more hands! If they're in good working order, you can step right this way," he says, welcoming Jamie into the console room. "Watch your step. And...uh, the glass floor," he adds, remembering Barbara's concern.
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Eleven, apparently, hasn't thought to mention that a glass floor and a properly clad Scotsman might lead to ah...some issues. And Jamie wouldn't think about it otherwise. So after a few confused seconds, he simply winds up scratching at his ear, then shrugs.
"Aye, well, that part of things looks fine to me. Where are we going first?"
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But enough of that! He bounded over to the other end of the room, ready to go. "I think we've figured out where most of the monsters are. Now we're gonna see what rooms are safe. If we can't kill them right away, we can at least make a safe zone."
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"Then'll I'll thank ye not to be looking down when I do," he says dryly, making his way over to meet the Doctor. Even with that said, he's still careful as he does so, just in case. Soon enough, he falls into step just slightly behind the Time Lord, at least for now. He has a feeling that part of things will change sooner or later. Likely sooner, if there's beasties lurking about.
"Alright, then. After ye, Doctor."
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He looks relieved once the glass floor is behind them. "We'll go right after the dangerous ones, won't we," the Doctor thinks aloud. "You'll tear 'em limb from limb? Assuming they've got any."
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Going after the dangerous beasties, though, well...that's a whole other story. That he can believe - even if the whole 'tear 'em limb from limb' is new. And while he's not at all certain he likes the sound of them not having any limbs, he's not going let on to the fact that's making him just a wee bit nervous. That part will come later - when he does his best limpet impression.
So while he licks his lips for a moment, there's not much of any other sign of that just yet. Except, perhaps, for the very slight stammer that pops up when he replies. "A-aye." Then he adds, managing to put some confidence in his voice, "I'll not let any beastie stand in our way."
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"There we go!" the Doctor says with false confidence, reaching over to pound Jamie on the back. "Let's have at 'em."
Try to ignore the way he moves and how it's changed, Jamie. War will add that tension to anyone's step.
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But try as he might to fix on it, the thought doesn't quite manage to fully come into being. Instead, Jamie settles into his usual method of creeping down the corridor after whatever beasties might be about, fully expecting them to appear at any moment. Minutes seem to stretch out into indeterminable lengths of time, the corridors of the TARDIS silent and empty. It almost seems as though there aren't going to be any, at least not in this section. Jamie straightens up, about to turn and suggest to the Doctor they try somewhere else when he picks up on something from a short way ahead of them, a popping noise not unlike the sound that a suction cup would make when pulled free from some surface. It's followed by another, and another, and Jamie freezes, head rapidly turning towards its source.
"What was that?"