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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 26, 2011 10:19:18 GMT -5
Tyler nodded at Kyra. "All right, then," he turned to the Meddler. "We'll do it....we'll go into the past and see if we can find anything at the time of the initiation ceremony. That sounds good to me."
He reached out for his wife's hand again. "We'll do this together...anything to make you happier." He meant what he said, too. He would do anything for his wife. He looked at her and admired her. Tyler truly did love Kyra.
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Post by The First Doctor on Feb 26, 2011 22:30:35 GMT -5
"Roight then," the Meddler beamed. "But the Doctor's gotta good plan, too. The Matrix moight 'ave sommat that we don't see at the initiation. So, unless yeh wanna change yehr moind, Doctor, whyn't yeh access the Matrix, Oi'll take the Hunter an' his lass to the initiation, an' we'll all meet up afterwards to compare notes. Somewhere else. Kantra, say, at the Carnival."
He laughed. "I reckon we might be wantin' a bit o' tropical vacation after this, anyway."
His face grew serious again. He fished around in his pockets, and tossed a small object to the Doctor. "Here yehs go. A one-use burst transmitter, tuned to me TARDIS. Yeh gets in trouble, yeh hits that, an' we show up all cavalry like to pull yehs out."
He looked at the Hunter and Kyra. "If'n yehs are ready, me TARDIS is hidden near the Prydon Academy. Shall we go?"
(OOC: I'm trying to give us an out, if we don't hear from Eight for a while.)
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Feb 27, 2011 9:45:33 GMT -5
Kyra nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." She especially liked the idea of a vacation. She looked over at Tyler and squeezed his hand. She loved Tyler, she really did, and she would trust him with her life if she needed to.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 1, 2011 19:17:34 GMT -5
The Hunter answered for his brother, a bad habit that he sometimes demonstrated. "That would be fine...."
The Hunter nodded, "Yeah, let's go....go back in time...go back to the initiation ceremony."
As the Hunter continued to hold his wife's hand, he began to guide her in the direction of the Prydon Academy. This was the Academy that all of them had attended -- the Doctor, the Hunter, Kyra, and all of the the people they had gone to school with. Soon he would be seeing himself as a little kid.
(Going to start another thread in the School Days board called the Initiation Ceremony -- these grownups can join it)
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Post by The First Doctor on Mar 2, 2011 9:30:22 GMT -5
The Hunter nodded, "Yeah, let's go....go back in time...go back to the initiation ceremony."
A broad smile split the Meddler's homely face. "Roight, then. If'n yeh'll follow me...."
He darted to the mouth of the alley and looked out. "No sigh o' the Castellan Guard, so we should be fine." He gestured. "Come on."
The trip through the streets of the shining city was, although tense, uneventful. Walking with purpose, assuming the air of imposing dignity that only a graduate of one of the Academies could wear, the Meddler had soon led the trio to one of the decorative pillars adorning the facade of the Prydon Academy.
"Last chance," he grinned as he drew a key from his pocket. "Once yehs step through the door, yeh'll be renegades if the Council e'er finds out."
The front of the pillar swung open, revealing the blackness of a TARDIS access hall.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 3, 2011 18:14:15 GMT -5
Tyler shrugged, "I thought that we already were renegades....what with being wanted by the High Council and all....It doesn't bother me a bit."
He had kept right up with the Meddler, desperate to find the answers to his wife's troubles. It could definitely shed some light on the ceremony at least. Tyler wasn't exactly sure what he would see, but he had the idea that it would be informative.
As he entered the Meddler's TARDIS, he glanced around at the desktop theme.
Grateful that the trip to the Meddler's TARDIS was uneventful, Tyler had been too much in a hurry to really look around at the scenary of his old Academy.
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Post by The First Doctor on Mar 4, 2011 14:05:53 GMT -5
The Meddler's TARDIS, at first glance at least, had the same basic interior look as any other TARDIS. Light-grey hexagonal paneling, with luminous white disks at the center. A six-paneled console built around the time rotor. Doors.
But the devil, as they say, is in the details.
The console had a jury-rigged look, with exposed wiring and circutry, and with extra toggles and buttons and dials grafted in. One of the monitors was mounted on an armature that allowed it to be positioned at any height and in any direction. Heavy-gauge cables snaked through an opened hexagon near the floor of the control room and into the base of the console.
Additional devices and objects studded the walls - Computers from a dozen different worlds, sensor readouts, and even a large mirror that appeared to be wired into the mechanisms of the TARDIS itself. An overstuffed, wing-backed chair with an unmatched ottoman rested against the wall opposite the mirror. Next to it stood a wrought iron coat rack
The entry door was freestanding. Behind it stood a vast space filled with artifacts and objects from across the universe, resembling nothing more than a museum.
The Meddler tossed his hat and peacoat on the coat rack. "Welcome to me TARDIS," he said as he approached the console. "An' lass," he said to the air, "this is the Hunter an' his wife. Yeh be sure to take good care o' them while they're here."
He turned back to face the pair, throwing his arms wide. "Home sweet home," he said. "Whaddya think?"
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 5, 2011 16:25:29 GMT -5
The Hunter was still looking around the TARDIS as the Meddler had welcomed him in. To welcome another Time Lord into a TARDIS was something personal -- something that the Hunter didn't take lightly.
"You have a nice TARDIS," he said politely. It was true, it was a nice one -- and it looked modified. The extra additions gave it a certain personality.
"It's certainly different from my own...and my brother's....does your chameleon circuit work? My brother's seems to have broken, being stuck like a blue box."
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Post by The First Doctor on Mar 7, 2011 9:29:25 GMT -5
"It's certainly different from my own...and my brother's....does your chameleon circuit work? My brother's seems to have broken, being stuck like a blue box."
The Meddler chuckled. "So far, Oi've not had any problems with it." He walked around the console, checking gauges and flipping a few switches.
"So, the initiation ceremony. How far back back do we need to go?"
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 8, 2011 16:53:29 GMT -5
The Hunter looked around once more. "Well, the chameleon circuit on my own works as well, but then it's looked over often by my employers. Yes...the initiation ceremony....hmmm....I suppose we should go back to at least the day before--maybe more than that."
He glanced nervously at his wife, who seemed to be strangely silent.
(your choice whether we actually go into the initiation ceremony thread or if we start another one for this trip)
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Post by The First Doctor on Mar 10, 2011 18:54:12 GMT -5
"Well, the chameleon circuit on my own works as well, but then it's looked over often by my employers."
"Employers?" The Meddler looked startled for a moment. "Ah, yeah, I remember those days. Yeh'll be gettin' used to not havin' them soon enough, an' then yeh'll remember the days o' employers an' bosses an' such with a faint shiver o' horror."
"Yes...the initiation ceremony....hmmm....I suppose we should go back to at least the day before--maybe more than that."
"One day should be enough."
The Meddler began walking slowly in a clockwise direction around the console, adjusting dials and flipping switches. Occasionally he would mutter to himself. "Engaging alternate power source," and the lights in the TARDIS flickered and dimmed for a moment. "Differentiator cutout, engaged," and the console groaned.
He looked over his shoulder, sheepishly, at that. "She'll do it, all right. She's always nervous when Oi do this, though, so I try not to do it too much."
Finally, he seemed satisfied. "Coordinates set, Timepoint Zero minus 847. And now, some music."
The driving beat of synthesized guitar music snarled through the control room. A male voice, human, began to sing:
"There I was completely wasting, out of work and down
"all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town
"feel as though nobody cares if I live or die
"so I might as well begin to put some action in my life."
The Meddler threw a switch. With a long, drawn out vwoooooooorrrrrrrp, longer than any TARDIS would normally take, the time rotor began to slowly move up and down.
"Breaking the law, breaking the law
"Breaking the law, breaking the law
"Breaking the law, breaking the law
"Breaking the law, breaking the law"
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 11, 2011 15:46:18 GMT -5
Tyler nodded, "I DO have a job....and it would be good if I could keep it..."
Tyler watched as the Meddler adjusted the switches and circuits, feeling somewhat adventurous in doing something dangerous. As a Time Lord, he knew TARDIS', and he knew the noise that they normally made. He grimaced slightly as he heard the TARDIS groan under the strain of the new settings that the Meddler had given the machine.
He couldn't help it; he closed his eyes.
"How are you going to disguise this TARDIS....and keep the High Council from detecting our trip -- both High Councils -- the one that existed at the time of the initiation AND the one that exists in our day on Gallifrey?"
Then another thought hit him. What if they were caught and his entire family was punished? What if they killed his eight year old self? Emmehujidat wouldn't hesitate to do such a thing.
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Post by The First Doctor on Mar 11, 2011 18:37:48 GMT -5
Tyler nodded, "I DO have a job....and it would be good if I could keep it..."
"Now why would yeh wanna do that fer?" the Meddler asked. "Yeh've got a TARDIS, right? Plenty o' room in a TARDIS, room even to raise a family, if yeh an yehr lady're so inclined. Yeh got food synthesizers, yeh got mobility, yeh got freedom. What's a job gonna offer yeh, that yehr TARDIS won't?"
Tyler watched as the Meddler adjusted the switches and circuits, feeling somewhat adventurous in doing something dangerous. As a Time Lord, he knew TARDIS', and he knew the noise that they normally made. He grimaced slightly as he heard the TARDIS groan under the strain of the new settings that the Meddler had given the machine.
He couldn't help it; he closed his eyes.
"Ahw, don't worry none about it," the Meddler said, catching the Hunter's grimace. "She'll hold together. Oi've done this once before, an' nothin' went wrong."
He patted the console as the time rotor gave another drawn-out, shuddering vwoooooooorrrrrrrrrrp. "Yeh can do it, ol' girl. Oi know yeh can."
"How are you going to disguise this TARDIS....and keep the High Council from detecting our trip -- both High Councils -- the one that existed at the time of the initiation AND the one that exists in our day on Gallifrey?"
"Well, this TARDIS is currently runnin' on it's own power supply, it's own kitbashed version o' the Eye o' Harmony. So the High Council can't detect it drawin' power from the Eye. That'll do a lot fer hidin' the trip."
The Meddler's TARDIS vwoooooorrrrrrrrrped again.
"The rest o' it'll be in the approach. Oi'm takin' a slow an' careful route, lurkin' in temporal eddies an' driftin in Vortex currents as far as possible. There's still a risk, mind yeh, but not a great one. Worst case, we'll have to run fer it. An' if that happens, well..." He shrugged, and grinned broadly. "It won't be the first time Oi've run fer it, an' Oi doubt it'll be the last, an' Oi'll match me own TARDIS against any o' the new models."
He thumped the console, and the rotor gave another drawn-out vwoooooorrrrrrrrrp. "She's a Type 67, Mark IV. Designed fer the heavy liftin' o' the threads an' the temporal anchors. She can go places a normal TARDIS can't. Or, at least, not easily. We might end up hidin' out in an alt-time, or out in the Degenerate Era, but we can lose 'em if'n they come fer us."
He paused, and then grinned sheepishly. "Down side, o' course, is that it'll take us about a week subjective to get there. It's slow goin' tryin' not to be noticed." He spread his arms expansively. "Make yehrselves at home. Just don't mess with me chambers, or Suicide Jack's room - that's where Oi keep me homemade Eye. There's guest rooms through there," his head jerked towards the main door, "first hall on the right. First door on the left is me chambers, second on the left is me library, and first on the right is the galley. It's got food machines an' stasis preserved fresh foods, so help yehrselves. The next dozen or so doors have chambers yehs can make up the way yeh want. Just ask me or the TARDIS."
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 17, 2011 18:15:56 GMT -5
"Well, I get paid, for one thing...." the Hunter answered the Meddler. "And, yes...I do have a TARDIS. However, I'd like to try to improve living on Gallifrey...going traveling all the time does nothing for Gallifrey itself."
The Hunter raised his eyebrows once more. "Oh really? Your own Eye of Harmony? Well, it isn't unheard of...but still...a TARDIS may have other ways of being detected. You've done this before, though...hmmm...it might not be all that bad."
He grinned. It had been a long time since he had attempted to go on an adventure or do anything that could be considered dangerous.
As the Meddler pointed to the guest rooms, he merely nodded. "Right. Is there one with a double bed...for a married couple?" Tyler knew that a TARDIS could create such a room if none currently existed, but if the room already did, then why bother trying to create a new one?
He smiled when the Meddler specifically informed him where the library and food was. Those were needed rooms. "Very good...thank you."
With a glance at his wife, he gave her a worried look. She hadn't said anything in quite a while. "Are you all right?" he asked Kyra.
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Post by The First Doctor on Mar 19, 2011 6:32:56 GMT -5
"Well, I get paid, for one thing...." the Hunter answered the Meddler. "And, yes...I do have a TARDIS. However, I'd like to try to improve living on Gallifrey...going traveling all the time does nothing for Gallifrey itself."
"Well, Oi don't see the point o' workin' fer a salary," was the Meddler's response, "'Specially if'n yehs got a TARDIS and yehr freedom. But Oi'll not disagree wit' yehs. If'n yehr tryin' to improve things on the Homeworld, roamin' spacetime ain't the way to get it done."
The Hunter raised his eyebrows once more. "Oh really? Your own Eye of Harmony? Well, it isn't unheard of...but still...a TARDIS may have other ways of being detected. You've done this before, though...hmmm...it might not be all that bad."
"Nah, not bad at all."
As the Meddler pointed to the guest rooms, he merely nodded. "Right. Is there one with a double bed...for a married couple?" Tyler knew that a TARDIS could create such a room if none currently existed, but if the room already did, then why bother trying to create a new one?
The Meddler considered. "Yeh know, Oi'm not rightly sure. It wouldn't surprise me, but Oi tend not to bother with the rooms Oi'm not usin' meself."
(OOC: I'll go ahead and start posting our arrival in The Initiation Ceremony. We can play around in this thread a little longer as well, if desired.)
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