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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 29, 2011 18:08:40 GMT -5
Wearing a stetson, a pair of aviators and red sneakers with his usual pants and jacket, the Doctor sat on the seat waiting for Amy to finish doing whatever she was doing, getting ready hopefully, except time seemed to be passing slowly or she was-"JUST TAKING FOREVER!" He droned out into the CB Radio Microphone in his hand, tugging the hat down over his eyes as he twisted the cord around his fingers. It didn't help that he'd wanted to go to the beach but Pond wouldn't let him so now, they were going horse riding in the Australian Outback! How exciting was that! He was practically giddy-oh that was a good one! "GIDDY UP, POND!"
Oh. That was kind of saucy wasn't it? He looked a bit flustered now, guilty even, turning to check over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't standing right behind him, then again she could be in front of him too and he turned back and tipped his head, sighing in relief as he found the space in front of him still unoccupied. He was going to have to be careful about that now, Rory was awfully protective of her, which was funny cos he hadn't done so good at protecting her all this time, now had he? Though, he had to give him credit for the times where he "died" to save Amy, definitely, and for his awesome performance with the cybermen. Okay so Rory wasn't so bad, all the time. But, he was still over protective-Then again Pond was just as bad.
It wouldn't be so bad if time didn't move so slowly when he was waiting, waiting was so boring. He heard movement behind him and just assumed it was Amy. "IT'S ABOUT TIME, TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE, AMY POND, AND I DON'T LIKE TO EITHER," he stated dramatically crossing his legs.
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Jun 30, 2011 6:15:27 GMT -5
BAM! The entirety of the TARDIS shook upon being peppered by laserfire from a Dalek Cruiser. Now under normal circumstances, a Type 40 TARDIS wouldn't be able to endure that much punishment from any kind of major laserfire, but circumstances weren't really that normal during a Time War so everybody kind of got combat upgrades to deal with the Dalek menace. Unlike his fellow Time Lords in the frontlines though, the Doctor simply upgraded the defensive capabilities of his TARDIS. Even though he joined in the fight against the Daleks, that doesn't mean he'd have to change his stance on violence. He may be fighting violence with violence, but his brand of violence involves sabotage, quick thinking and leading the Daleks into their own doom.
"This is the Doctor to The Question! The Malevolence is in position. Fire away!" the Doctor said over his communication systems as he flipped some levers and prepared his TARDIS to dematerialize. The Doctor looked above at the Infinity Chamber above him and saw missiles began peppering the Dalek Cruiser. Seeing that his job to distract the enemy was gone, he proceded to fully dematerialize his TARDIS, but a powerful blast rocked the ship and the console in front of the Doctor exploded. The Doctor was thrown back by the blast and hung for his dear life in one of the pillars nearby the console as the TARDIS spun wildly within the depths of the Time Vortex.
This clinging on to dear life scenario reminded of his last encounter with the Master when his friend almost destroyed all of reality itself by opening the Eye of Harmony. He missed his old friend, despite his apparent insanity. Now thinking about it, he never really tried to find out what happened to his old friend. All he just knew was that he was driven mad by what he saw in the Untempered Schism. Probably if he just tried to understand the roof of the Master's insanity, then they'd probably be good friends by now. Probably both of them would be running around and saving the universe like they dreamed of as kids. Probably...no, he shouldn't be thinking of these things. Dreams and fantasies like these are what lead him into all sorts of trouble in the first place. Maybe if he just stayed kaput and brought his mind into the present, then he'd get that rest he always wanted. That little break he'd probably spend in the Eye of Orion. Just sitting down on the grass, listening to the birds and just sipping tea whilst reading a-
Without a warning, the Doctor fell on his back and groaned out of pain. For a moment his vision blurred and gone was the Infinity Chamber of his console room. Gone were the roundels and the blue light that seemed to emanate from them. What the Doctor saw was a completely foreign, yet familiar TARDIS. The Doctor stood up and saw glass stairs leading up to what seemed to be a very, very beautiful console. Did the damage caused by the Dalek Cruiser forced his ship to repair itself so radically that it changed the console room? He never knew his TARDIS could do that. But then again, the Doctor threw out the TARDIS manual into a supernova when he was younger, so he wouldn't really know all of her secrets.
And then he saw him. The figure who wore an outfit a cross between a cowboy and a professor. He seemed to be shouting and talking to some Pond. Whoever that Amy Pond is, the Doctor sure didn't see her. Maybe this was some sort of a projection bleeding in from the depths of the Time Vortex? No, he looks to real to be a projection. Maybe the long-defunct Time Scoop he hid somewhere in the TARDIS got activated by the change in desktop themes and stole his poor fellow out of his timestream. Yes, that seems to be the most plausible reason to this bizarre situation. So without further ado, the Doctor walked towards the weirdly dressed fellow and took out a bag of jellybabies, "You seem to be stressed my friend. Would you like a jellybaby?"
(OOC: Sorry if the post is kind of awkwardly written and everything. I promise I'll do a better job later on)
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Post by Amy Pond on Jul 3, 2011 18:55:54 GMT -5
Amy was inside the TARDIS finishing getting ready for horseback riding in the Australian Outback, she couldn’t wait. It was bound to be more fun than going to the beach like The Doctor had suggested, most people went to the beach all the time. Why go to a beach when you can go do a once in a life time thing like horseback riding in the Outback? Amy realized that The Doctor probably didn’t understand this, after all he could go anywhere in time and space any time he wanted and there might not have been many beaches where he came from. Rolling her eyes Amy thought about telling him go but then she would be riding by herself.
That seemed like a small matter compared to her current crisis, figuring out what to wear. What do you wear in the Outback, shorts, pants, a skirt? She wanted something practical but fashionable too. She huffed and flipped he hair out of her face getting impatient with herself. An voice who’s owner also seem to be losing its patience shouted "JUST TAKING FOREVER!" and "GIDDY UP, POND!". “Whatever!” Amy grumbled in her thick Scottish accent, he was always complaining about how slowly time passed, this time he would just have to wait like the rest of the world. Searching through her closet she found a pair of dark jeans with a few tears in them and a light, yellow colored blouse. She quickly slipped into the clothes and shoved her feet into her cowboy boots. With one last look in the mirror she messed her wavy red hair and left the room before The Doctor got any more annoyed at her for taking so long.
Amy poked her head out of her room, and then walked down the hall to where the control room should’ve been. The TARDIS was always changing things around inside itself, it used to confuse the heck out of Amy but now she was used to it. Amy was deep in thought and humming as she walked into the large hexagonal room which The Doctor called the control room of the TARDIS. She found the Doctor sitting on the seat across from the console looking rather annoyed and bored. “I’m here no need to keep shoutin.” Amy called as she entered, he didn’t appear to be paying attention so she decided to announce her entrance before he started shouting more or worse calling her Amelia. She shuttered sounded like it was right out of a fairy tale, her whole childhood had been a fairy tale for awhile. The real world came in sight when her therapists tried to force it into her head that everything she had told them about her raggedy doctor wasn’t real.
Something was wrong, there; blocking her view of The Doctor was an unfamiliar man standing in front of The Doctor with his back turned toward her. He was holding a bag of something out to The Doctor and offering him one. Confused she peeked around the man in order to talk to her time traveling companion, "Who is this man, she asked suspiciously crossing her arms, “and why is he here?”
The strange man was dressed in a dark green velvet frockcoat, some sort of neck tie (which looked more like a scarf), and the collar of his white shirt was pulled up very high around his neck. Compared to The Doctor he looked rather well dressed for whatever time period he was from, but he didn’t seem to be Amy’s time, that she was sure about. If whoever the man was, was going to ruin their day Amy was going to be very mad, couldn’t there just be one calm day where something, as The Doctor would say, timey whimey didn’t happen?
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 7, 2011 19:16:09 GMT -5
The Doctor had hardly been expecting to have anyone but Amy talk to him so when a males voice came from behind him, the Doctor shot to his feet, the CB Radio Microphone falling to the glass paneling under his feet. "What?! No, really?!" he looked confused, glancing at the bag of Jellybabies and then at the mans face then back to the bag. "Hullo! Don't mind if I do," he grinned and reached out and took one, holding it before he smacked himself in the forehead about to do his whole freak out when Amy walked out and was just as confused as he was.
"No, no time for Jellybabies! Amy, meet my past, my past meet Amy Pond," he said quickly with a wave of his hand. He knew who it was, knew exactly what had happened but how, they weren't in the time loop just floating in space and last time he'd been flying the TARDIS when this had happened. Popping the Jellybaby between his teeth, the Doctor tugged it in half and chewed, popping the last in his mouth. "You should have a Jellybaby too while he's got them out, those pockets of his are pretty big," he commented as he finally stood properly in front of the man.
"Looking good," he told himself with a bit of a grin, slipping his hat backwards a little to see better, eyes a lot older than his counterpart's. Then he stopped again, this was too dangerous and the TARDIS let out a warning alarm that sent the Doctor on the move to the console again. "Always with the shields..." he mumbled and smacked his forehead again. "This is not good," he sighed but he guessed he had a little time and he turned to face the other man, admiring his coat, but not so much the neck tie and the collar was way too high for his personal taste but he still looked impressed.
Supermassive black hole or not, this was exciting!
This was twice he'd seen himself, surely he could remember as well because the last time this had happened it had been before this regeneration. It was his fifth regeneration that he'd met, sure he'd been in his tenth at that stage, a strange sense of sadness came over him. He'd not wanted to change but he rather liked himself now, even if he could barely take anything seriously.
"Oh this is SO good," he said with a wide excited grin as he swaggered closer. "What? No Grace?" he asked remembering her all too well. "Traveling alone Doctor? What time is this for you?" he asked and dropped his hat down on the chair mussing up his hair a little before turning to face the console again. They were in some pretty timey wimey trouble right now, his focus had to stay on the black hole they were causing by staying merged together.
"Come on old girl," he mumbled rubbing at the center pole.
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Jul 7, 2011 22:52:57 GMT -5
For a moment, the Doctor's expression soured for a bit upon seeing the Radio Microphone fall on the floor. He never had a microphone in the TARDIS. Not that he needed one or anything, but it was a brand new TARDIS with brand new things. He might as well test some stuff before eventually breaking them in the end. Fortunately enough, the fellow in front of him seemed to love jellybabies the same way he did that he fixed his cravat for a bit to regain his composure and smiled at the man. "Take as much as you-"Hearing a loud fiery feminine voice with a hint of a strong Scottish accent, the Doctor turned around to see an attractive tall woman behind him. Judging from the way she talked to the other man in the room, they seem to know each other. But wait, did she just ask the odd fellow why is he, the Doctor, in his own TARDIS. Unless... "There's always time for jellybabies. Wait! Past? What do you mean YOUR past?" the Doctor inquired of the man as he casually placed the bag of jellybabies on the table. This was impossible. Well not entirely impossible, but still impossible. Well, there was that mishap when he was in his fifth body, but he couldn't remember what exactly happened. That's the funny thing about his regeneration into this new body. Some memories become so hazy. But despite having barely any recollection of what might happen in the future, he was pretty sure he had never met this man at any point of his life. Why? Because as far as he could remember, the 'future' incarnation that he is very much aware about does not look exactly like this fellow. But then wibbly wobbly timey wimey
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Post by Amy Pond on Jul 17, 2011 21:18:06 GMT -5
All Amy could do was just stand there dumbfounded and more confused than ever. Now the both men were talking about those jelly baby things, some Grace girl, calling him The Doctor, and had he just said Amy meet my past? The other man seemed shocked by what The Doctor had said too. “Your past,” Amy asked, “You’re not the only confused one here.” She said looking back and forth between the two Doctors. “Is this one of those timey whimey things? Or are you trying to mess me up for fun Doctor?”
[/b]she asked suspiciously as she placed her hands on her hips. This was going to get complicated, but the situation didn’t seem dangerous so there was a plus side, maybe. “Big pockets or not I don’t want one of those things.”[/b] Amy responded there was a little edge of annoyance mixed with her thick accent, “I just want to know what’s going on here!”As usual The time lord was enjoying himself too much and ignoring Amy’s questions, like the candy being offered to him was more important than her. Amy hated when people didn’t tell her things and just left her hanging there unsure what to do. It made her feel insecure when people did that, Amy liked to be confident. It seemed that The Doctor particularly liked doing that to her, though she swore it was something she was incapable of getting over. Amy walked over to the seat where her regeneration of the Doctor had been sitting and plopped down arms crossed as she carefully observed the two of them. How could they be the same person? Sure people change but not that much, and she knew Time Lords could regenerate but she had never actually seen a different regeneration of the Doctor. It was so amazing to her the younger one seemed almost more human and defiantly calmer than her Doctor who was random, wild, and had an even worse sense of fashion. They were so different but still the same. A thought crossed her mind and she slowly stood up and walked over to her Doctor who was preoccupied with the TARDIS control panel. “Umm Doctor should we even be talking to him? I mean he doesn’t seem to know what’s going on any more then I do. Wont it mess some time line up for him……I mean you…..oh whatever you know what I mean!” [/color][/b]she whispered throwing a glance in the other Doctor’s direction. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED|8 & 11 LYRICS|Glaxies - Owl City WORDS|413 OUTFIT|click!COMMENTS|Hope you were done 8, sorry if you wernt! CREDIT|Me [/left][/size] |
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