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Post by The 10th Doctor on Aug 4, 2011 22:43:55 GMT -5
Lend me your hand, and we'll conquer them all.
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall.
Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see,
But your soul you must keep, totally free.
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Vworp! Vworp! Vworp!
A police box, a little battered and care worn, but the bluest of blues, set down with her customary shimmer and groan in an empty street. Within, a gangly man, a bit foxy, and older than old, especially around the eyes, was doing a frantic sort of dance around the helm. Not, as usual, because the control console was too large for any one man to handle, even him, but because one of the screens had shorted out with an angry hiss of static, sparks, and smoke.
In short, the TARDIS was having an off day.
The readings the Doctor had been getting before the console decided to zap his fingers and walk off in a huff had been off the charts. Impossible, really.
Earth. Not Earth. Twenty-first century, first century, eighteenth century, fiftieth century. Earth again.
He used to do the impossible six times before breakfast, but that was Then and this was very much Now. He had to be more careful with his poor, put upon old friend-he couldn’t exactly pop into a garage for a look under the hood, now, could he?
Didn’t matter. He’d have to keep on as he had been, patching things up as best as possible, and hope the gum bands and bicycle pump held out a bit longer.
Outside, things didn’t look much better. A bit of nameless city in a namless country, stuck in a perpetual sort of twilight gloom. Ho Street, the battered sign just above the proclaimed from beneath a layer of graffiti. Locals knew it as the border between the Respectable and the Rest of the World-the edge of Soho. It was just as old and cobbled-together as the TARDIS felt, and just as Fey.
And it would be a brilliant place to dig up parts. Which the Doctor would not manage, leaning out the time capsule’s open door, no matter how brilliant he insisted he was. Or wasn’t.
Being the sort of man he was, The Doctor chose left, deeper into Soho and the Borderlands, where all slightly desperate travelers wound up at some point.
Overhead, a ribbon of opalescent energy, just slightly visible, rippled and danced like an aurora. Tinny music played from an open window, and the smell of cooking meat was thick on the air. A man in a battered top hat and tails swore when one engine on his motorbike sputtered and died, and the second cut in in time with the curtain’s movements. In the depths of his pocket, the Doctor’s sonic made a dire popping noise.
The Doctor was too interested in the patterns the veil of energy was making to take note. His every sense told him that this, this was Earth, in the early Twenty-first Century. But that just wasn't possible.
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Post by Matilda Watson on Aug 4, 2011 23:14:59 GMT -5
Matilda had a habit of wanting to get as long, wanting to run as far and as fast as she could from everything she been. After all, there were many nightmares to be had when you really thought about it. The screams from the ovens, the revolting smell of human flesh being burt to a crisp. Her nightmares seemed to be filled with just such memories. Then the screams of the men she had killed, memory seemed unable to dull with her, no matter how much she tried to push it away. It was a wonder she hadn't taken to drinking.
Matilda had never been one to stay in one play and she just wanted to get as far away from the world as possible, no matter what. She hadn't realized how far she had gotten when she passed an archway and hadn't realized she had been thinking so hard about finding a place where she would never find another reminder of what she was running away from. Some might consider her a coward, but they hadn't seen what she had seen, done what she had done.
It was when she found herself somewhere that was beyond idfferent, beyond what she had ever experienced or seen... Matilda was in shock, the area was brimming with energy and she didn't know what to do. One thing she wasn't going to do and that was bloody panic like a child.
It was then a sound caught her ears, she recognized that sound, a Gallifreyan ship. It filled her with dread, but that didn't stop her from running towards the direction of the ship. A big blue Police Box, blimey, she hadn't seen one of those since the fifties and strike her as odd, this couldn't be Monk, if it was, she'd slap him, if it was a different Time Lord, well she wasn't about to be rude was she?
Matilda took in the sight of the area, it was so... Strange. However, she needed to see if maybe he had any idea where they were. "Excuse me, excuse me," She called to the man clad in brown pinstriped suit and a long brown coat and was he wearing Converses? She found it rather amusing, not that she made it apparent. She walked towards him quickly, her union jacket undone revealing her peasant blouse she was wearing.
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Post by The 10th Doctor on Aug 5, 2011 0:27:29 GMT -5
The Doctor’s hair was standing on end.
Well, more so than usual, anyhow. If he had to guess, he’d have said he was in America, in 2012, but every now and again, the wind shifted, or the ribbons of not-quite-there-colored light shifted and he got a taste of other eras, a scent of other places.
He was sure he’d lived in that flat in London, in the 1970’s. And he’d visited that little noodle shop in Shanghai in the year five billion, and was that a fox? A walking, talking, upright fox with five tails?
He blinked and the kitsune was gone, making the man suspect he’d hit his head during the landing sequence, and was even now, out cold in the control room. Because he didn’t remember raiding the stash of ginger beer.
This place made his brain itch, just there behind his eyes.
A girl with plain-but-pretty, very human face and rather timeless clothes was coming his way rather quickly, though she didn’t exactly look frightened. Odd, though, that she saw him, when he hadn’t quite moved beyond the TARDIS’s perception filter. Not unheard of, mind you, but odd.
“Hullo!”
Actually, now that she was a bit closer, he was pretty sure she would be human, plus. He’d never seen eyes like that outside a bird of prey, let alone on a plain, everyday brilliant human. Still, no reason to be rude; he smiled brightly. |
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Post by Matilda Watson on Aug 5, 2011 0:46:39 GMT -5
It was then a storm seemed to be building over them and it wasn't a natural one to be sure. It seemed to be forming out of clouds that hadn't been there before not that Matilda was noticing, she hadn't absorbed any energy in a while. She supposed her body had begun to adjust and for her immortal internal clock to start ticking again, like the way it hadn't in 134 years.
Matilda was a bit distracted by the fact there was a bloody TARDIS here to even notice the fox with multiple tails. She was more focused on the man right here. Though there was a chance it wasn't a TARDIS at all, if it wasn't, it'd be one crowded space ship. Finally she stopped a few feet away from him, now she could see his face, she took notice of his face. He definitely looked like a pretty boy, with ancient eyes, she knew that look to his eyes, she saw it every morning in the mirror.
"Hello, um, I'm Matilda," She offered. "I think I'm a bit lost, do you know exactly what this place is?" If there was one thing she needed to do was find out where she was and while she wanted to get lost as much as she could. However, it was at that time that the storm decided to make its appearance known as the thunder began to roll in and lightning struck a foot away from where she was standing.
"Oh no, not again," She muttered. She hated storms, she really did. What person wanted to be a bloody lightning rod, despite if it was a food source. She moved a foot to the right and the lightning struck where she had been standing. Oh this was ridiculous. |
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Post by The 10th Doctor on Aug 5, 2011 22:04:13 GMT -5
Nine hundred years, ten regenerations, and there was still one thing that got to him every time. Well, several things, but in the end they all boiled down to one thing.
Didn’t matter if they were male, female, young, old, pretty, ugly, human, Silurian, or other. It was just a shame he couldn’t actually help the young woman-Matilda, nice name, as they go, reminded him of that song Teagan had been so fond of-he didn’t have a clue where they were, either. Well, Earth, he was pretty sure it was Earth now, or maybe New Earth. Couldn’t check the sun to see if it was Sol or Solaris or anything in between, couldn’t count the moons, or smell apple grass, or anything else that might be helpful, but there really were an awful lot of humans.
“Earth? Or maybe New Earth. Well, it would be New, New, New, New-“ He was interrupted by a peal of thunder. “Oh you get the idea.”
New Earth would explain the slightly not-human look some of the men and women-kids, really-in the street sported. Violently colored hair, and pointed ears and such. And odd colored eyes, apparently.
The bolts left a bits of glassy pavement behind. Lightning, that’s a new one. Be a horribly indignant way to go, struck by lightning. Almost as bad as falling off a satellite, or tripping on a brick.
“Oi! Bit nasty, that!” He made a grab for the girl’s jacket clad wrist, intending to pull her into the safety of the TARDIS’s shields.
Still! Matilda seemed almost blasé about 300 kA. Twice. Didn’t matter, even if she wasn’t the usual run and scream type, human-humanoid, even-and electricity didn't mix well. Wouldn’t wish that on anyone, even the megalomaniacal sorts. And he didn’t entirely think she fell in that category. That sort tended to have a hard time asking for help, even if it was just directions.
“But it must be Earth, yeah? Some of the best lightning storms in the cosmos, Earth. Well, Jupiter, too-the whole system is pretty famous for its storms.” He was grinning like a kid in a candy store.
“And no better place to see one than from behind a tribophysical waveform macro kinetic extrapolator and a HADS, especially one so very interested in you. Hello, Matilda, I’m the Doctor.
Why ‘not again’?”
His voice went very soft, very-surprisingly-gentle on the last. Maybe he could help her, after all.
And, OK, so he wasn’t quite ready to invite the woman inside for tea and toast-he’d really like to hear the answer to his question, first-but the TARDIS’s defense systems all extended a bit beyond the outer hull. Especially if he asked her nicely.
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Post by Matilda Watson on Aug 5, 2011 23:04:07 GMT -5
"New Earth? That's impossible, well not impossible but improbable. Last time I checked it was August first, twenty-twelve a.d. not the year five billion plus." She admitted, though she shouldn't even know that if she was a regular person which she wasn't, thankfully. Matilda and the Monk had visited New Earth once and she had enjoyed herself. It was an odd statement and if she had been paying attention admitted to just how much knowledge she had, time travelling-wise.
Matilda was a bit surprised when she was pulled inside by the Time Lord and she was certain that's what he was. The first time she had been in a ship, her first reaction had been it's bigger on the inside. It was totally true, but this time she muttered, "Time and Relative Dimension in Space." However, this desktop was not the Monk's desktop, never could imagine him with a decor like this, it was very coral and she had to admit it, she liked it, really liked it.
It was then she heard his name, didn't ring a bell. "Hello Doctor. Oh," she said. "Well you see, I'm a mutant, a hundred and fifty-four years old one. My body works as essentially a lightning rod. Where as most people eat food grown, my body lives off energy itself. Not the energy given off protons and neutrons but physical energy. It's kind of kept my body like this for the last hundred and thirty-four years." She tried to explain. "It's how I live, I have to absorb energy, but never people of any race. Though I've never tried. I just have storms follow me around if I don't get enough energy within a certain amount of time. Not like there's someone with a ray gun or a Dalek to shoot me with their death ray gun. I can survive years from being hit with one of those if I don't use up all the energy by smashing the Daleks together."
It seemed to be an interesting experience, not one she'd want to live through, especially once the Daleks realized that she was immune and could hit them with their own death ray energy.
"It's okay if you don't believe me. Not like you're a telepath who can read my mind to see the truth for yourself."
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