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Post by Rio Keâts on Jul 25, 2011 19:53:08 GMT -5
Riocard turned from the red-haired woman as the boy burst into the warehouse doors. “What is that-that thing?” the man demanded. Rio put a contemplative finger to his lips, wondering if he should take this, or just let someone slide into the leadership permission. This was all new and unreal to Rio – but he could look pretty darn wise if he rattled off some of the words that these aliens had been spouting off.
“Now, that was a bit uncalled for, wasn’t it?” the cute old recorder man demanded of him. Riocard’s eyes widened and he looked back and forth between the Doctor and the Scottish woman fearfully.
“I-I didn’t mean it to be rude, miss, I really didn’t. You certainly don’t look like a lochness monster, not that I’ve ever really seen one. But hey! You’re Scottish, right? There could have been a hint of truth! I don’t really know. I’m sure Nessie is a very beautiful… uh, thing,” he floundered, cheeks burning from embarrassment. Deciding that his commentary about the monster wasn’t very welcome, he hurried away from the woman, returning to leaning against the wall.
“I-uh…what?”
He was just about to wander out of the doors when he saw the cute old recorder man tug the newcomer inside of the TARDIS. He sighed and walked over, carefully pushing his way between the Doctor and the boy with the large glasses. “Doctor,” he said, a hint of exasperation in his voice, “please refrain from mussing up the company.”
Riocard busied himself with straightening out the blond’s clothes. “I’m Rio,” he said cheerfully, offering a dimpled grin to the blond. He held out his hand blithely. “As for what this is, I’m pretty sure anybody else can answer you better than I can, lapin. What’s your name?”
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Post by The Phantom on Jul 25, 2011 20:40:47 GMT -5
"This is called a TARDIS. Stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space." Maria explained as she walked back into the console room from one of the hall ways with a red fez in hand. Showing it to Rio, she smiled. "See, I knew I had one somewhere."
She tossed it towards the current incarnation of the Doctor. "There you go Doctor." Noticing the newcomers, she raised one of her eyebrows. Maria looked at Rio as she asked. "Do you know what this is all about?" Her tone wasn't demanding, just curious.
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 26, 2011 1:06:32 GMT -5
She'd rather liked the slippy, cute man until he opened his mouth. She found herself making a face as though something didn't smell quite right. He was also small. That made less alarming as he made a move in her direction with something glinting in his hand. His body had come to almost comical alertness. Still, she found herself edging just a little behind the Doctor's shoulder as the man, came closer and she saw the inhuman hue of his eyes.
They were not contacts. She'd seen trick contacts. These were eyes an impossible shade of back lit emeralds, beautiful and shocking all at once. The mans blush added enough sweetness to his apology that she accepted with a little nod and a hint of a smile. He wasn't the first man she'd startled dumb.
"Your sins are pardoned, go forth, and sin no more." she said dryly. "Friends of yours Doctor?" She asked the Doctor as the blushing man predictably turned to the company of the less imposing blond.
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 26, 2011 9:00:57 GMT -5
The Doctor walked towards Rio apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you feel awkward." he assured him.
Rio spouted off something of an apology to the Ginger woman, who said something like his sins were forgiven. The Doctor quickly lost interest, remembering one hand was still clutching a boy's collar.
"Doctor, came Riocard's next words, as he pushed his way between the new-new-comer and himself, please refrain from mussing up the company.”
The Doctor stepped back, his arms up defensively, though he was smiling warmly now. "Please accept my deepest my deepest apologies, Mr. uh..." he let his voice trail off questioningly.
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Post by Berwyn Dylis Gloucester on Jul 26, 2011 14:53:33 GMT -5
"Glou-Gloucester. Berwyn Gloucester." The older man had let go of Berwyn's collar, allowing him three hundred and sixty degrees of vision as he turned around in the room.
"How is this thing... a thing though? It's like someone took a big room and sort of folded it into a small room, and well, how can it be bigger on the inside?"
Suddenly, Berwyn realized something else was strange about the room. There wouldn't just be some cosmic oddity in the middle of nowhere for no reason, would there?
"And what exactly is the point of this thing anyway? Surely it's not just a terrible building pulled up from the depths of R'lyeh, right?" Berwyn jokingly asked, attempting to diffuse the tension with humor.
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Post by The Phantom on Jul 26, 2011 18:38:11 GMT -5
"Please refrain from calling her an it. She doesn't like that very much. Also she is known as a Tardis." Maria stated automatically. Sighing she continued with her explination. "And yes it is bigger on the inside, which is due to the dimensions... Please don't make me say it again, I really do not care for explaining because I tend to make things a lot more complicated then they really are."
She gave an apologetic smile as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "The point to the Tardis is, well... She helps me travel through time and space."
"Why do I get the feeling something really strange is going to happen...?" Maria quietly asked in Gallifreyan, as she looked at the two Doctors.
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 26, 2011 20:33:46 GMT -5
"Why do I get the feeling something really strange is going to happen...?" the Phantom asked in Galifreyan.
It was refreshing to hear the language after such a long time hearing english. He knew the language like the back of his hand, and quickly spouted off in the same language: "Because when does it not?"
He leaned against the wall near Rio, and sighed. "Do you have a cell?" he asked, referring to a cellular telephone.
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Post by The Phantom on Jul 27, 2011 0:57:03 GMT -5
Seeing that the second incarnation of the Doctor was busy with his own plan of sorts... Maria walked over to the red-haired girl and looked up at her curiously. "Your taller then me..." Maria pointed out with a sigh as she realized that she could quite possibly be the shortest person within her Tardis.
She gave a friendly smile towards the other female as she introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Maria. What's your name, miss?"
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 27, 2011 19:50:35 GMT -5
The Doctor had been standing amid all the hub-hub. He'd barely noticed Amy come in, and was more concerned with figuring out how he and the second Doctor could be in the same room together without the universe crumbling in on itself.
He roused himself from his thoughts, taking in Amy's words. He noticed the inflow of new arrivals, and scanned them with his sonic.
"Alien, alien, alien, human, half-human, and.."
The sonic made a loud beeping sound, and the glow switched off. The Doctor frowned.
"Overload. Oh, well. Amy, meet me, that is to say the Doctor. Me, meet Amy."
Said the Doctor, introducing The Second Doctor to Amy.
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 27, 2011 22:16:15 GMT -5
The other woman in the Warehouse/TARDIS like thing walked up with a sigh. "Your taller then me..."
"Don't worry, 'appens all the time." Amy replied with a wry smile that went wide as the shorttie gave her a bright smile. The young woman was all the colors of sand and sun, but wore a nice percentage of 'artsy bad girl'. The kind that sat in the back of class and drew on her jeans.
"Hello, I'm Maria. What's your name, miss?"
"Nice to meet you Maria. I'm Amy." She said, giving her a subtle little head tilt that often took the place of a handshake between women, skipping the shake only because the Doctor caught her attention.
"Amy, meet me, that is to say the Doctor. Me, meet Amy." The Doctor introduced her to the older dark haired man with smart lines on his face.
"It's nice to meet you, Me." As soon as it came out her mouth, she knew it sounded odd. Feeling teased, she flashed half a frown at the Doctor. "Who. . .?! What?!"
Well, the man sure was raggedy enough.
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 27, 2011 23:23:40 GMT -5
Had he not heard the other Doctor's sonic go off at that second, his turning around would not have been so delicately timed with his eleventh incarnation's next words.
"Overload. Oh, well. Amy, meet me, that is to say the Doctor. Me, meet Amy."
The Doctor gulped and offered a handshake, before quickly pulling it back and clutching his other behind his back. "Hello Doctor, I'm Amy." he said.
At first, it was so pathetic he wasn't even going to bother correcting himself, but eventually changed his mind. "I-I mean, you are Amy, and I am the Doctor. Well, so is he. I suppose you understand time travel...? It's complicated. Do the words 'Atomic and cellular regeneration' mean anything to you?" he asked.
He straightened himself up a bit and smiled, clenched teeth showing. "Let's start over. I am the Doctor, but so is he. I came before him, and because of our- my -Timelord genetics, I change my appearance, evidently quite a few more times..." he said, gesturing to the Eleventh Doctor.
"Have you seen him regenerate?" he asked, "Falling from incredible heights, radiation poisoning, surgery gone bad...possibly homicidal children in space suits?" he asked, throwing out random instances where regeneration might occur.
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 28, 2011 11:42:57 GMT -5
The two of them shared a brisk shake. His had was warm and solid like the Doctor's. His eyes as fathomless wise. Not to mention being perfectly ridiculous as he helped her sort out who was who when. Spectacular! She found herself smiling hugely at him.
In the next ten seconds, the new Doctor (the old Doctor? The early Doctor? It did boggle), told her more about Time Lords than her own Doctor had in all the time they'd traveled together.
Then horrid list the little Doctor recited of ways she could loose her friend was far too vivid and she felt her smile fading a little. Still, she found herself easily believing this impossible circumstance was the truth. He was the Doctor all right, but like reuniting with him at their 25th year school reunion or something.
"Well, apparently he's learned somethin' along the way, he's managed to keep tha' same fright of hair since I meh' 'im. It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor." She grinned. "Both times."
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 28, 2011 14:04:24 GMT -5
"Well, apparently he's learned somethin' along the way, he's managed to keep tha' same fright of hair since I meh' 'im. It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor." She grinned. "Both times."
The Doctor mentally tied his hands behind back. His face was now curled in a tight lipped smile and desperately struggled to keep it's position of reaching his eyes. Even being in the same room with himself was asking for it. "Mutual." he answered simply.
The left side of his smile quit on him abd the rest smoothed down shortly. "I-if you don't mind... I need a new recorder." he said, throwing up the first excuse that came to mind.
He stumbled towards the door, turning back as he got there. "'Ey, Rio, mind if I show you something?" he asked.
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Post by Rio Keâts on Jul 29, 2011 4:07:35 GMT -5
He was beginning to feel the slightest hints of his claustrophobia set in. There were far too many people in the time machine – although it was extraordinarily large – and they were all talking at once. He took a steadying breath, disguising his shakiness as excitement. “Your sins are pardoned,” the woman who wasn’t Nessie began, “go forth, and sin no more,” she told him. His green eyes widened slightly – trying to gauge whether or not to take her seriously – before he relaxed and bowed deeply, grinning up at her cheekily.
“Glou-Gloucester. Berwyn Gloucester,” the blond said. Rio smiled, and was about to go off into a full-blown ramble about how beautiful he thought that name to be, when the boy continued to speak. “How is this thing… a thing though? It’s like someone took a big room and sort of folded it into a small room, and well, how can it be bigger on the inside?” he asked. Riocard shifted away a little, unable to answer the man’s questions. So much for making a new friend, eh?
The Frenchman leaned back against the wall, watching the dialogue between Maria and Berwyn Gloucester with vague interest. His mind was mainly elsewhere, but he did catch snippets of conversation – the time machine was apparently a girl and took offense to the pronoun ‘it’ and the bigness and smallness was due to the dimensions. Also something about a R’lyeh, although he’d never heard of such a place. Maybe that was where this boy with the glasses was from? He’d travelled the world as extensively as he could, but there were still many places he hadn’t seen.
He poked Berwyn in the shoulder, bright green eyes burning with intense curiosity. “What is R’lyeh?” he asked. “Is that where you are from? R’lyeh?” he repeated the name, deciding he liked the way it sounded. R’lyeh. Had a sort of magical, creepy sort of ring to it.
However, as soon as his attention had been won with the R’lyeh, it quickly changed focal points as Maria and the cute little recorder man started to speak in a foreign language. Rio tilted his head curiously. He couldn’t read or write, but he’d been proud of his verbal language prowess. He was fluent in well over seven languages and could manage his way through a multitude of others – but this language was something completely different. It was thick and thin, beautiful and powerful.
Riocard stared at the two curiously, trying to catch fragments of the language and compare them to what he knew. “Do you have a cell?” the Doctor – the one with the recorder, not the one with a fez (what in the heck were fezzes, anyway?) – asked. Riocard felt the beginnings of a blush on his cheeks.
What would a homeless man be doing with a cell phone? But the tone was clearly inquisitive. The man hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. He retained a cheerful smile despite his initial discomfort. “I don’t carry one.”
He was about to start saying something else, when the other Doctor – the loud one this time, the one with the fez fetish – began pointing a beepy-buzzzy thing at them. Rio’s eyebrows raised slightly as the man pointed to him with an indifferent, “half-human”. He glanced at recorder Doctor uncertainly, and then at the fez one.
“Your little torch thing is wrong,” he said bluntly, scratching his jaw sheepishly. He really was going to argue his case a little bit more, but the Fez Man had already turned away and was introducing the woman who quite certainly wasn’t Nessie to the Recorder Man. Not Nessie seemed just as confused by the strange introduction as Rio had, which did a number to soothe his nerves.
Riocard watched the Recorder Man curiously. He seemed just as outside of his comfort level as the claustrophobic Frenchman did. “I-if you don’t mind… I need a new recorder,” he said. Rio watched as the interesting man left towards the door – hoping that he’d come back soon after he found some sort of variety shop that happened to sell recorders.
“Ey, Rio,” he said, and Rio looked up quickly, a lazy smile on his face, “mind if I show you something?”
The Frenchman was beside the Time Lord almost instantaneously. “I don’t mind at all!” he said blithely.[/font]
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Post by Berwyn Dylis Gloucester on Jul 29, 2011 17:46:29 GMT -5
Berwyn had been mostly forgotten among all the hubbub. He was understandably pretty happy when someone finally addressed him again.
"What is R’lyeh? Is that where you are from? R’lyeh?"
Berwyn turned around to face a young, slender guy with brilliant green eyes. The kind of emerald color that is almost indescribable, and couldn't be displayed properly on a computer screen.
"No, no." Berwyn chuckled a bit. "R'lyeh is a fictional city from H.P. Lovecraft books. It's like in the fourth and fifth dimensions..." His chuckles became a bit more awkward. "I suppose it's kind of hard to describe."
After the guy seemed preoccupied with something else, and Berwyn realized that the place did exists and this experience wasn't some elaborate fever dream, he became very fascinated with its operation. He addressed teh whole group, albeit very quietly and sheepishly. "So, um... how does this thing work?"
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