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trans_92012-06-05 03:24 am
makeherblue) wrote in trans_92012-06-05 03:24 am
Almost good to go [Post-rebellion] [Open]
The surprising thing about Stacy was the Doctor hadn’t thought she couldn’t be more beautiful, in all her (sometimes) slimy, brilliant glory.
Then he saw her true face, right before she fought back with the rest of the crew.
Ah. So maybe he can be wrong from time to time, the Doctor finding that life on Stacy with the rebellion was easier in that you weren’t stumbling over Daligig or Kessek giving their impressive glowers, as if it was difficult not to just step on you and be done with (well, that and trying to avoid them when they decided enough was enough and it was far too long since they’d shot anything)…and then there was the clean-up. Considering how hard the Daligig had fought back, the Doctor had to say he expected far more casualties than Stacy’s crew had and this was probably the part where that voice in the back of his head bothering him with all sorts of things like niggling feelings.
It was probably telling him all sorts of annoyingly logical things, like in the end they probably should have been spacedust. He told it to shush.
The Doctor threw himself into trying to fix the TARDIS now that he had a second wind of sorts. With Stacy being twice as beautiful as before, the work was coming along much faster than before, now that she wasn’t resisting him. In fact, he’d go so far that she’d even given him advice – not that he’d be ready to admit to his companions that yes, the Doctor could at times need jiggery-pokery tips from a ship. At this rate, he thought he could actually tell Jamie, Barbara, Ian, Victoria and all his other friends a proper when instead of hedging around it and sending them on errands to get parts he didn’t even need. The Doctor roamed the halls of Stacy, sometimes in the hanger, sometimes rummaging about the City, picking his way through the damage and looking for anything that could stand in for an influx injector (or a toaster. A toaster would actually be better than a standard-issue injector!).
So yes. Right! The Doctor was in need of a toaster/influx injector. He just may temporarily kidnap anyone – or anything – he thought might be useful on that front.
[The Doctor will have met your character and kidnapped them for this. This is basically for characters okay with having somewhat short-term CR with Eleven (probably a few months OOCly?) and continuing CR )]
Then he saw her true face, right before she fought back with the rest of the crew.
Ah. So maybe he can be wrong from time to time, the Doctor finding that life on Stacy with the rebellion was easier in that you weren’t stumbling over Daligig or Kessek giving their impressive glowers, as if it was difficult not to just step on you and be done with (well, that and trying to avoid them when they decided enough was enough and it was far too long since they’d shot anything)…and then there was the clean-up. Considering how hard the Daligig had fought back, the Doctor had to say he expected far more casualties than Stacy’s crew had and this was probably the part where that voice in the back of his head bothering him with all sorts of things like niggling feelings.
It was probably telling him all sorts of annoyingly logical things, like in the end they probably should have been spacedust. He told it to shush.
The Doctor threw himself into trying to fix the TARDIS now that he had a second wind of sorts. With Stacy being twice as beautiful as before, the work was coming along much faster than before, now that she wasn’t resisting him. In fact, he’d go so far that she’d even given him advice – not that he’d be ready to admit to his companions that yes, the Doctor could at times need jiggery-pokery tips from a ship. At this rate, he thought he could actually tell Jamie, Barbara, Ian, Victoria and all his other friends a proper when instead of hedging around it and sending them on errands to get parts he didn’t even need. The Doctor roamed the halls of Stacy, sometimes in the hanger, sometimes rummaging about the City, picking his way through the damage and looking for anything that could stand in for an influx injector (or a toaster. A toaster would actually be better than a standard-issue injector!).
So yes. Right! The Doctor was in need of a toaster/influx injector. He just may temporarily kidnap anyone – or anything – he thought might be useful on that front.
[The Doctor will have met your character and kidnapped them for this. This is basically for characters okay with having somewhat short-term CR with Eleven (probably a few months OOCly?) and continuing CR )]
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The Doctor was more than happy to trade, shaking his sore hands and flapping them to get the blood circulating properly. He fussed with his jacket and then bowtie, straightening them as his eyes flick down to her hands stretching. Oh yes. Non-human. The Doctor doesn't look at all fazed, instead smiling. "I can see that! Good set of hands on you. What species?"
He peered at her, leaning forward with a sudden motion, his mouth pulled down in a questioning frown. There were plenty of species in the galaxy he knew, but that was only really factoring in the one universe he usually knocked about in, and not the differences between different dimensions and realities.
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"I'm a Martian. I can shapeshift, fly, and a few other things. Very good for scavenging."
She tilted her head at him, curiosity knitting her brow. "Are you human? You look it but I can never be sure around here."
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"Excellent. Just the person I needed. Scavenging is loads more fun with people along anyway," the Doctor said. He only smiled at the question, which was a perfectly good one considering. "Me? Human? Oh no, no, although I like to think I could make an amazing human if wanted to. Time Lord. Right, so. Scavenging. I need to find a toaster and I'm open to suggestions where I could find the perfect one."
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"A toaster huh? I'm sure there's a few restaurants in the city level, maybe they'll have toasters. I'm pretty sure there's a sandwich shop, we can start there."
Hefting the box up onto one shoulder, spreading one hand beneath it to free up the other, she picked up from the ground to float along. Flying was better than walking for not jostling box-loads of stuff.
"What kind of toaster should it be? Two slice? Four? Big? Small?"
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"Any toaster. Actually, as many as we can find. I could make a super toaster if we had options and that would be much better for my repairs," the Doctor said with that fussy air of someone who knew his toasters, thank you. "Right. Sandwich shop. Which way?"
Obviously it was in the City but buildings had a habit of popping in and out there, so it was entirely possible he had missed Morse's fabled sandwich shop.