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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 11, 2010 18:02:58 GMT -5
Ten gave Kyra a sad look as he continued to look over her Gallifreyan robes, and nodded at her response.
"The style is certainly....different...it almost looks like a robe. Pardon me....I don't wish to insult your clothing...but it is so different from anything that I have seen before."
All the while, Ten watched Eight and the woman that was talking to him. It certainly seemed that this woman had taken an interest in him. Ten knew that Eight could handle these situations well. It made him wish that he could talk to a woman sometime -- that one that wasn't related would be interested in him again.
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Dec 12, 2010 9:55:37 GMT -5
(Ah, ok. Let's just say he was reminded slightly of Susan:) He was feeling a bit nostalgic at the moment. And I'm feeling a bit daunted by this post as I don't watch Torchwood! But then again, the Eighth wouldn't know about it either so perhaps that's all for the good:) )
The Eighth Doctor returned with the glasses and offered one to the waiting woman, handing it over with a slight bow. "I'm sorry but I didn't quite catch your name."
He gave up trying to locate his other self, obviously there was a reason for him to be there although he hadn't the faintest idea as to why. He searched his memory but all he could come up with was a faint image of yet another person, someone who featured very prominently in the events. He gave a slight frown but couldn't conjur up a face. Oh well, he'll find out sooner or later. The problem with regenerating was although the mind retained its memories of technical data and such, personal memories tend to grow hazy with each change. To buy himself a bit more time to consider he took a sip of the sherry. It was, as he expected, excellent but then what else would one expect at a royal gathering?
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 12, 2010 10:46:50 GMT -5
Kyra smiled and looked to Tyler. "What should I tell him? Should I tell him anything?" she sent to him. She was so unfamiliar with Earth that she wasn't sure if she could come up with an adequate alibi.
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Post by Susan Foreman on Dec 12, 2010 14:19:38 GMT -5
Susan bit her lip and glanced down at her feet. It was better if she were just silent and watched the event. I'll tell you later....if I remember. Fantastic words of wisdom, weren't they? At least forty years had gone by since she was kicked out of the TARDIS, and they finally meet up again and her grandfather will tell her if he remembers.
Her cheeks colored slightly with anger, but she kept her mouth shut and her ears open. When her grandfather commented on Gertrude's dress, she glanced up. She blinked at the robe. How had she not noticed that?
"My brother and his wife are heavily involved in a trading business--" It'd be Six's luck for the nosy Victorian man to ask which business "-- and the robe was made for Mrs. McInolds by a satisfied customer in Japan." He lied fluently with a pleasant smile.
He looked at Kyra and Tyler curiously. He had seen the suspicious look his brother had given him, and he also felt the communication going on. He had assumed that it had been them. He made a mental note to give Kyra.. a nice hat for the ugly name he had dubbed on her.
[ooc| sorry again for the crappy post :3 and about Susan -- well, I did make her intentionally look like the original Susan. The only thing I really changed was the height, eyes, and hair style. XD][/size]
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 12, 2010 17:36:57 GMT -5
The Hunter glanced at his wife and sent her a message, "that would be up to you."
The Hunter didn't know whether or not humans knew about aliens, time travel, or Gallifrey.
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Ten glanced from Susan to Kyra. Had Susan really been away from Gallifrey so long that she no longer recognized a Gallifreyan robe? Ten didn't really want to point that out to Susan, as that would let her know that at least one of them could be a Time Lord. On the other hand, it could have been a Gallifryan robe that had been left on Earth or at least would appear that way to Susan.
He was tempted to comment that it really didn't look Japanese. However, Ten also knew that less people in this time period traveled to places like Japan.
Nodding at Six's response Ten replied, "Yes...but I have to wonder whether or not the three of you intended on being here....."
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
At that moment one of the guards sighed in frustration. His fellow worker was ten minutes late. He had said he would investigate something upstairs. Not having gotten back yet, this man decided to go in search for him. He weaved in and out of the dancing couples, not finding the man.
And where was the Queen?
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Post by Issildia Nevar on Dec 12, 2010 20:09:08 GMT -5
“Alice Tevena” Issildia murmured blithely as her eyes followed the form of another guardsman moving through the thrall of dancers his gaze set on the staircase leading upstairs. Cerulean orbs flared ever so faintly as the huntress attempted to correct her response before the Doctor noticed. Her hands tensed about the glass of sherry that the Eighth incarnation had handed her mere moments before as her eyes continued to follow the man, her mind immediately latching on to the realization that Torchwood had taken notice of the missing agent.
To be blunt her departure was not smooth in the least as she set the untouched glass of sherry on the passing tray of a servant. Issildia tossed a short lived glance back at the Eighth form of the Doctor, her eyes far sharper than those of Lady Alice Trevena, a hidden intelligence once cloaked behind the false persona rising to the surface as her mouth fell from a sugary smile into a tight frown. She offered no words to the Doctor as the guardsman reached the base of the winding stair that led to the second floor, Issildia following in his wake.
Her coppery skirts whipped about her legs as her stride became smooth, silent and purposeful. Fingertips flexed idly as she passed amid the brush the dark waltz, prepared to send this particular guardsman to join his comrade in the depths of Lady Ashford’s wardrobe.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 12, 2010 20:28:09 GMT -5
occ parenthesis and number keys don't work on borrowed keyboard it is harder to type on borrowed keyboard as well keys still not working properly on my keyboard. My responses will be shorter than sometimes end occ
The man had worked his way to the stairs. Still not seeing his fellow agent, he made his way up the stairs, completely unaware that anyone had followed him. Once on the next floor, he stopped to listen for sounds.
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Dec 13, 2010 7:18:15 GMT -5
The Doctor turned to the woman to continue in conversation and noticed she had simply...gone. He frowned, not only had there been no farewell but she had slipped out so quickly and silently it was as if she had never been there. The robes and dresses worn by the women in this era always had a rustling effect and required some elbow room to get through the crowd but it was apparent the mysterious woman wasn't one of the usual population.
He sipped the sherry again, trying to gather his thoughts. he had intended only to spend a relaxing time at this ball, talking to a few notables, enjoy the dinner and just have some time off from battling the odd foe but now it looked like he just couldn't get away from it. First he spied one of his former selves, then approached (and abandoned) by a mysterious female.
"Sir Arther Conan Doyle would appreciate this beginning of a mystery. I wonder if he happens to be among the guest list tonight?"
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Post by Issildia Nevar on Dec 14, 2010 11:15:41 GMT -5
A shot lived glance was all that Issildia offered the ball room before the shadows of the stairwell fell over her body. Briefly her eyes fell over each of the Doctors in turn, her cobalt gaze settled last on the Eighth. There was something about him that was foreign to the Torchwood huntress, something that her masters had never allowed to touch her. Perhaps it was kindness, or innocence, either way it was some hidden element that Issildia did not fully understand. But it was for that reason that conceivably she had taken the slightest liking for the one thing in the universe that Torchwood had not been able to taint. She could see why her masters wanted him out of the way. For when every light in the universe went out, when ever star fell into the obscurity of the darkness… he would endure to see the cosmos to the next day.
This Doctor was a conundrum that Issildia could only admire from a distance simply for being a thorn in Torchwood’s side. Was she discontented with her purpose in life... she did not know for certain. After all she had lived her entire life with the design of others imposed upon her, it was only now that she was beginning to question it.
Still she cast these thoughts aside as her blood was on fire in anticipation for the kill as she rounded the first step leading upwards, her eyes set upon the back of the guardsman’s head. Her fingertips traced along the wall idly, creating the lightest rasp of skin against the stone edged corridor. The corner of her mouth twitched in a slight leer of a smile. Something always feel over her when a kill was to be made, a specter that stripped away all emotion except a hunger to strike and a cold calculating dose of hatred that she knew not the source of. Torchwood had called her a perfect weapon, one that killed and carried no regrets, a tool that could be anyone, and utter any lie…
The minuscule tendons and muscles in her forearm tensed as the distance between she and the guard began to close. Her steps were fluid like a stream of quicksilver , those sapphire orbs glinting in the flickering lamp light as her fingertips flexed she drew them away from the corridor wall. Listening carefully for the hint that anyone was in the upper hallway to witness what she was about to do to this unfortunate guardsman.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 14, 2010 19:07:48 GMT -5
Irritated that the man couldn't find his partner, he called out, "Lewis, are you here. The Queen will be arriving at any moment...I thought....." He stopped midsentence as he heard movement behind him. Assuming it to be Lewis, he turned around. "Don't scare me like that."
Shocked to see that it was a woman, he ordered here, "Get back downstairs. Guests are not to be up here."
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 18, 2010 11:17:42 GMT -5
Clara's TARDIS
As the TARDIS landed, James came out of the dressing room with Will's ear, with head and body still attached, held firmly between his fingers.
"What was that about locking the TARDIS?" James asked with a raised eyebrow.
Will looked like, if he could, he would chew his ear off to get away.
Brenna ran out of the hallway, saying, "Will, you should see..." Then she saw Clara and James and took off back into the hallway, Clara hot on her heels.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 19, 2010 17:28:27 GMT -5
(waiting for Sage or Issildia or Eight)
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Dec 19, 2010 20:52:35 GMT -5
Eight couldn't stand there for another moment, his curiosity had been aroused and he had to settle it. Setting his glass on a nearby table he made his way towards the large doors leading out to the garden. He paused at the top of the great stone steps, looking over the heads of the still arriving guests for any glimpse of the mysterious woman or his Sixth self.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 19, 2010 21:01:37 GMT -5
The Hunter glanced at his girlfriend and the company. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look around...."
Ten nodded at him, hoping that his brother wouldn't make it painfully obvious that he didn't know what he was doing. Of course he couldn't tell the Hunter who he was, or give him any advice on interacting with humans.
It was the curiosity that had so intrigued the Hunter. He had never been around humans before, at least to his knowledge. Tyler began to wander away from Six, Kyra, and David.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 20, 2010 0:58:50 GMT -5
Kyra followed him, not sure if this culture endorsed the independence of spouses, as the sixth Doctor had placed them as. She still wasn't pleased with what he had planned.
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Clara's TARDIS
Clara now had Brenna and locked her in one of the bedrooms with Will. After that was finished, she went to James and sighed, "Guess we have to go back now, don't we?"
James shrugged. "Maybe we could grab a couple of things from the office first?"
Clara nodded and went to the door leading outside.
Meanwhile, Brenna and Will were working on picking the lock of the bedroom door from the inside.
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