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Post by The First Doctor on Jul 29, 2011 22:17:03 GMT -5
"Fascinating," the Doctor breathed, "Simply fascinating."
The massive alien saucer continued to hang in the skies above London, motionless and unresponsive. He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. This was the reason - well, one of the reasons - he had left stagnant Gallifrey behind. To see the Spiral Politic. To witness the turning points of history.
There were... other reasons, as well. Reasons he kept sealed away in the deep recesses of his mind, unwilling and unable to confront them.
Smoke.
Koschei's mad laughter.
Screaming.
An infant, whimpering against his chest as he ran, ran for her life even more than his own.
He shook his head and, with an effort of will, forced the memories away. Enough of this, he decided. I must go and find Susan.
He turned, starting to retrace his steps, and stopped. There was something... something familiar nearby. A presence? No, presences. Three people - an outlandishly-dressed young-looking man and two scandalously-dressed young women - standing in a tight knot near a public police telephone...
That wasn't right. Public police telephones were hexagonal and bright red in this decade. The blue wood-and-concrete ones wouldn't appear until the 1920s. Why would those three odd-looking people be standing near an anachronistic call box? An anachronistic call box that looked so much like his TARDIS?
Curiosity warred with parental responsibility for a moment. He really should be looking for Susan. He knew that. But curiosity was driving him now, riding him like the loa. He wavered and agonized for long seconds, even though he knew what his next action would be.
Straightening himself, he strode towards the anachronistic TARDIS-looking box and the three probable time travelers.
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Post by Susan Foreman on Jul 30, 2011 1:29:10 GMT -5
Earth’s sunsets made the skies look like the burning skies of Gallifrey. Susan leaned against the wooden rails of the boardwalk, looking down at the waters of the Thames intently. The orange of the sky reflecting with the water made a pale orange colour. The warm winds brushed against her, and she smiled dreamily. Although Earth certainly wasn’t her favourite destination, she admitted that it did have its high points. The landscape – when it wasn’t marred by sewage drifting in the river or something of the sort – was one of those high points.
After she and her grandfather had landed on Earth, she’d slipped away from him. She had originally intended to make sure he didn’t get out of her sight, but she’d lost herself in her thoughts. By the time she’d reminded herself to take a look around for him, they’d already separated. It wasn’t something too concerning; they’d been on Earth before – and her grandfather seemed to like London, although the time period ranged greatly (something she secretly doubted he intended). She had a vague map of London in her head. And if all else failed, she’d simply go back to the TARDIS and wait for him in there.
He’d be cross with her, but it was better than being lost.
Susan heaved a great sigh and pushed herself from the boardwalk. She put her hands behind her and began walking down the streets of London, following the side of the river carefully. Keeping her eyes trained on the ground, she noted a strange shadow fall over the city. This, coupled with the way the humans suddenly grew much louder, caused her to look up. In the sky hung a large aircraft. She frowned and stared up at it, trying to identify the ship.
She widened her eyes, frightened of the unknown ship. Susan hurried along the streets, careful not to break into a run and draw attention to herself. Her eyes scanned the flock of humans until they landed on a calm, stately man. She lessened her pace, feeling a slight weight lift from her shoulders as she gazed upon her grandfather.
“Grandfather,” she called, hurrying next to him. “What is that?” she asked, pointing her stare at the large spaceship in the sky. “And who are they?” she inquired, regarding the group her grandfather had been staring at.
The man and the two women were definitely time travellers – ones that apparently didn’t give much thought to blending in with nineteenth century London. However, what caught her attention more than their egregious clothing choices was the lovely blue police box. |
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 31, 2011 11:59:47 GMT -5
The Doctor sighed deeply, and then shuddered. He looked up, jerking to attention. "Something is wrong. Very, very...oh." He gazed at his past self and the young woman next to him. "I can't let them interact with me. The very fact that they're even looking at me could bring unspeakable chaos to the very fabric of reality!"
He slowly edged out of his past self's line of view. Once he was safely out of Susan's line of view, he sighed. "OK. Now, we have to split up, get the components to stop the generator, and return safely, hook it up to my TARDIS, get into the ship, all the while not getting spotted by Daleks, my past self, or...anyone I know. And protecting my past self, too."
The Doctor grinned fixed his bowtie, adjusted his fez, and grinned.
"Geronimo."
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 31, 2011 16:10:55 GMT -5
Amy did the slow fade with the Doctor, and then hoped they hadn't put a rip in reality just that moment.
"Doctor, it's like you have a restraining order out on yourself or something." She complained. Things always got tremendously tricky when the Doctor crossed paths with one of his former incarnations. "Doctor, I can no' fly the TARDIS," her eyes flicked to Jenny with gratitude that she was there, "And if you have ta stay away from you'self, then maybe I be'rr go get tha old generators from tha li'el fellow, 'aden't I?" Though it's easy to see in her eyes she doesn't really want to go. Her accent always got thick when she was distressed.
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Post by Jenny on Aug 1, 2011 0:36:15 GMT -5
Jenny couldn’t help but to give her dad a grin. Thanks to his recent little surprise she did indeed have an intricate knowledge of the TARDIS and to make it better, she already knew about Torchwood and she knew how to get there.
Intricate knowledge of the TARDIS; check, knowledge of finding Torchwood and getting the supplies; check, protection of materials’; check. “Yeah, I think I can help out with that,” Jenny said.
Suddenly Jenny’s head back towards the older Doctor, the man she had been staring at earlier. “Oh no, he’s coming over,” she said. “This could be very, very bad." He was soon joined by a young woman and Jenny gave a moment over to pounder the young lady.
(OOC: Ok, I'll be gone for acouple days. I'll try to post as soon as I can when I get back, before my next trip =D You can go ahead and skip me if need be. )
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 2, 2011 21:19:05 GMT -5
“Grandfather,” she called, hurrying next to him.
"Ah, there you are, my child," the Doctor said, trying to put on a stern face. Inwardly, he was relieved. Safe. She was safe.
“What is that?” she asked, pointing her stare at the large spaceship in the sky. “And who are they?” she inquired, regarding the group her grandfather had been staring at.
He followed her gaze, up and then forward. "In order, that is a starship of some sort. The species and culture of origin is unfamiliar to me, and I find that rather exciting." He pointed at the group standing near the anomalous Police Box that he rather suspected to be another TARDIS. "They are, apparently, time travelers. Two of whom are oddly familiar to me, as if I had met them before. The blonde woman has more than a passing resemblance to..."
To your mother, he almost said. But he didn't. Instead, he shook his head and forced a smile. "To someone I knew long ago, before you were born. But I'm sure it's not her."
He straightened himself, and forced the memories back again. "But we shan't learn anything standing here nattering on. Shall we?"
He walked towards the other maybe-TARDIS, lifting his hand in greeting. "Good afternoon, my friends!"
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 3, 2011 17:38:17 GMT -5
"Bad, bad, bad..." muttered the Doctor. But he was too late.
"Good afternoon, my friends!"
He could feel the universe, The Time Vortex, stretchering, expanding, quivering. So very, urgently bad. But he couldn't do something. If he ran for it, his past self would know something was up. He sighed. As long as he kept him away from the TARDIS, all would be fine.
"Hello there!"
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Aug 4, 2011 0:50:44 GMT -5
The Doctor was acting like this might be the time they all fail. Well, she considered it a fail if her friend died, even if the human race survived. So, this, at least was something she could do. It felt a little like going to meet your boyfriend's family for the first time for Thanksgiving. Alone. Loaded with secrets and full of extraordinary need.
Just great.
"Hello!" She said, right on top of the Doctor's greeting, but she said it louder, and she strode forward, catching her hand in the crook of the man's arm and grabbing on. It was simple enough to turn the small man right in place and bring him with her in the opposite direction. The girl was a cinch to scoop up by the other arm and bring along.
"Doctor, my name is Amy, and we're going to be great friends. We need to have a talk about that thing in the sky." She said cheerfully, dragging him along just a little bit. Just a little.
Then she let go of him long enough to look back over her shoulder at the Doctor and mime to him 'I'll bring the old Generator. I won't screw up time!' however, it could have as easily been interpreted as 'I'm going to baste a turkey next week with an ironing board'. She'd kept a good grip on the girl, figuring he wouldn't leave without her.
End of the Earth or not, the Doctor was going to owe her one for this. Twice.
"We have to talk, Doctor, please." She looked into his eyes, trying to see her friend there, and found him. The odd thing was that regardless of how old his face was, his eyes were so very young compared to the endless fathoms of her personal Doctor's gaze. She had hated to leave him a moment ago, but here he was. She smiled at him. "Take me somewhere we can talk. Please? In a hurry?"
All the while she'd spoken, Amy had taken to holding the young woman's hand in one of hers, and petting the back of it, gently imploring her to just come along, and not fuss. A woman's touch that says, 'don't be afraid. Be my Allie.'
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 4, 2011 21:52:47 GMT -5
"Hello!" the young red-headed lass called back.
She caught his arm in hers, spinning him away from the anachronistic - and familiar - police box.
"Doctor, my name is Amy, and we're going to be great friends. We need to have a talk about that thing in the sky."
There was an interesting stress to the sentence. That, combined with the fact that she already knew his name, caused comprehension to slowly dawn.
"We have to talk, Doctor, please." she said, looking intently into his eyes. With a warm smile, she added "Take me somewhere we can talk. Please? In a hurry?"
He wavered a second, then decided. He'd always liked redheads. He even hoped to be one, once he regenerated. And besides, she seemed to have been the one elected to talk to him, so he might as well go along. "Certainly, my dear," he said, patting her hand.
He looked at his granddaughter. "Come along, Susan. I believe the restaurant we had dinner in last night would do, don't you think?"
"And as we walk," he said casually, "Don't give too much away when, but feel free to tell me how old I am when we meet. Oh, and when I become that chap in the bow tie - the one trying so hard to hide behind his iteration of our TARDIS - am I really as manic as he seems?"
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Post by Susan Foreman on Aug 4, 2011 22:46:05 GMT -5
“In order, that is a starship of some sort. The species and culture of origin is unfamiliar to me, and I find that rather exciting,” her grandfather stated cheerfully. She frowned only slightly, because usually when her grandfather thought something exciting it meant that it was dangerous. “They are, apparently, time travellers. Two of whom are oddly familiar to me, as if I had met them before. The blonde woman has more than a passing resemblance to…” he trailed off, and here he faked a smile, “to someone I knew long ago, before you were born. But I’m sure it’s not her.”
As he walked towards the police box, Susan followed closely. “Good afternoon, my friends!” he proclaimed. Susan lifted her own hand in greeting, mumbling a much quieter hello.
Loosening up as the man in the bowtie said hello, she was about to shake off her nerves completely when the ginger grabbed her. She tensed as she and her grandfather were spun around. “Doctor, my name is Amy, and we’re going to be great friends. We need to have a talk about that thing in the sky.”
“Does it belong to you?” Susan asked curiously. The grip on her arm was slightly disconcerting, and she wriggled uncomfortably, trying to get out of Amy’s iron clasp.
“Come along, Susan. I believe the restaurant we had dinner in last night would do, don’t you think?” he asked amiably.
She nodded. “I don’t have much of a choice but to come along, Grandfather,” she said, looking pointedly at the way Amy was now holding her hand. “I’m not going to run away, Amy,” she insisted. “You don’t have to keep holding on to me.”
“…am I really as manic as he seems?”
“We probably caught him at a bad time,” Susan said lightly, smiling at her grandfather.
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Aug 5, 2011 15:23:33 GMT -5
She did let go of Susan, reluctantly, realizing she was holding her captive (however carefully) against the Doctor as surely as any other enemy might try to use Amy herself against her own Doctor. But the young woman was so little. It was so easy. She let go of her hand. Now she had nothing but the power of persuasion, and a puzzle before her.
Amy did not answer anyone's questions. The Doctor's words echoed in her mind ' -the very fact that they're even looking at me could bring unspeakable chaos to the very fabric of reality!' he had said, and he hadn't made it sound fun. He had sounded stunned, maybe even stumped, for that split second anyway.
The only reason this was going to work at all was that the Doctor had met her as a child. A girl named Amelia. Perhaps her Raggedy Doctor would never put her modern, gangle self together with the child that she was. She hoped he was trying hard not to remember.
Meanwhile, it was worse than Thanksgiving. The pair before her bantered back and fourth so like herself and the Doctor that the resemblance was annoying. She let them go on while she planned. She tried to make her brain work like the Doctor's brain. She just couldn't. She would rely on what she knew instead. She would be a hero she understood. What would the heroes in her fairy tales do? What would Pandora do? And suddenly it all became clear.
She pulled her fine, cream colored neck scarf and tugged it up over her lower face She pulled her coat hood over her head, certain to flip her long, tell tale hair back. Surely, they'd already seen her, she'd had to show them her face, but now they'd seen it enough. Then she caught the attention of them both, waving her hands at them where she stood third point in their triangle, there on the old walk.
"No. No, no. No' lie' this, Doctor. I'll no' tell you anythin' you don' need ta know. Instead, I wan' ta play a game called 'Trust Me.' It's a game ya' taugh' me. M' own Doctor said 'e wished 'e could wipe yer mem'ry of this. Things are most dire right now Doctor, and the best thing you can do is try not ta think about it too much. Try not to think about me and the meh'all thin' up in the sky too much. And I know it's the 'ardest thin' in the world fer ya', Doctor, not ta' wonder, not ta' put it all togeth'r like a big bea'iful puzzle, but yer older self knows bet'er, so you'll just have ta try. Look at me Doctor, I'm human. If I tried to mislead ya' inta danger, you'd see it comin' before I could do either of ya any 'arm." Amy took the TARDIS key on it's chain from the tough little double pocket of her fitted pea coat. She draped the chain over the back of her splayed fingers holding it out in the middle of the three gathered, letting the key hang down so they could best see what it was.
"Take this for now because I trust ya'. Can we play the game 'Trust Me', Doctor?"
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 5, 2011 22:15:58 GMT -5
“We probably caught him at a bad time,” Susan said lightly, smiling at her grandfather.
The Doctor smiled. "Possibly, my dear." He glanced heavenward, taking in the majestic sight of the saucer. "But on a day like this, witnessing first contact between two civilizations, how could I possibly be having a 'bad day'? This is simply glorious."
He shrugged. "Still, I expect I shall have some reason for agitation. I hope. I mislike the thought of falling into my dotage." He glanced at Amy with some alarm. "I'm not, am I? Senile, I mean?"
And then, to his amusement, she tucked her majestic mane of red hair into a hood and pulled it close around her face. "No. No, no. No' lie' this, Doctor. I'll no' tell you anythin' you don' need ta know. Instead, I wan' ta play a game called 'Trust Me.' It's a game ya' taugh' me."
"Did I, now?" he answered with a twinkle in his eye. "And have I told you that I cheat, quite routinely, when I play games?" He snorted at Susan's quickly-suppressed burst of laughter. "It's true, I'm afraid. Any game we play rapidly devolves into a meta-game in which victory is achieved by cheating the most egregiously without being caught."
A smile. "I'm afraid I'm a terrible influence on my granddaughter. Has she settled down by the time you meet me? Perhaps provided me with great-grandchildren?"
"M' own Doctor said 'e wished 'e could wipe yer mem'ry of this."
"Did he now?" the Doctor sounded scandalized. "The infernal cheek of that man... of me..." His voice trailed away. "I've half a mind to turn about right now and give him a piece of my mind."
Amy clutched at his arm as he said those words. "Things are most dire right now Doctor, and the best thing you can do is try not ta think about it too much. Try not to think about me and the meh'all thin' up in the sky too much."
He turned back, slightly reluctantly, and continued walking. "Try not to think about you? My dear, you are one of the most charming - not to mention prettiest - humans I have had the pleasure of meeting. If this body of mine were two hundred years younger, I would try to steal you away from myself." He glanced quickly - and a touch wistfully - over his shoulder at the older iteration of the TARDIS. "And if I haven't told you that you have lovely eyes, then I have surely aged into a fool and a lout."
"And I know it's the 'ardest thin' in the world fer ya', Doctor, not ta' wonder, not ta' put it all togeth'r like a big bea'iful puzzle, but yer older self knows bet'er, so you'll just have ta try."
"I suppose I shall have to assume that, yes."
"Look at me Doctor, I'm human. If I tried to mislead ya' inta danger, you'd see it comin' before I could do either of ya any 'arm." Amy drew a TARDIS key on a chain from within her pea coat. "Take this for now because I trust ya'. Can we play the game 'Trust Me', Doctor?"
He stopped, and his face grew serious. "My dear, if I can trust you enough to give you a key to my TARDIS, then I can trust you." He took her hand, folded it around the key, and clasped it with his own. "Keep it. Keep it, and tell me what I may do to assist without endangering either iteration of myself."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Aug 6, 2011 22:03:45 GMT -5
Once her hand had been freed, Susan smiled up at Amy. She hurried to her grandfather’s side. “Possibly, my dear. But on a day like this, witnessing first contact between two civilizations, how could I possibly be having a ‘bad day’? This is simply glorious,” he responded. Susan looked around at the planet around her; her grandfather seemed to be right. The water was calm, the skies were a paling shade of orange, and the air smelled – for early nineteenth century London, of course – nice.
“The humans don’t seem to be enjoying it, Grandfather,” she pointed out, looking briefly to the small mass of people clustered together. Her attention was caught by the girl’s very sudden, very Scottish outburst.
“No. No, no. No’ lie’ this, Doctor. I’ll no’ tell you anythin’ you don’ need ta know,” Amy insisted. Susan frowned curiously. She knew that it was the cardinal rule for Time Lords not to meet a future – or past – incarnation. She turned to the Doctor, wondering if she should insist they simply go back to their TARDIS and run away.
As soon as the idea crossed her mind, it was immediately stamped out. She was just as curious about what was happening as the Doctor was – and her grandfather would sooner risk the timeline than turn away from curiosity. She continued to walk, listening to the woman carefully – and trying not to laugh from her grandfather’s retort about cheating.
“I’m afraid I’m a terrible influence on my granddaughter,” the Doctor said. Susan looked up and raised her eyebrows. “Has she settled down by the time you meet me? Perhaps provided me with great-grandchildren?”
The calm and curious look vanished instantly from the young Gallifreyan’s face, replaced by embarrassment. She ducked her head down. “Grandfather,” she chided light-heartedly. “That’s not going to happen.”
Her embarrassment deepened when her dear grandfather began to flirt with the human woman. Thus, she was eternally grateful – and able to better concentrate on what was happening around them – when Amy held up the TARDIS key. “I will help,” she said, looking between her grandfather and the Scottish woman.
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Aug 6, 2011 22:22:28 GMT -5
She and the Doctor held hands around the TARDIS key, and she leaned over and kissed the little man's baldy head with his immaculate white hair.
"Thanks."
She was quite charmed by them both. She tucked the key back in it's pocket.
"First, I take it we're in a bi' if a hurry. Second we started a plan, but then you pair show, up gift and curse all at once, and we dinna have time to sort it all out. Doctor, I need ya' to do that thing ya' do when you 'elp me remember. 'e was talkin' to someone about it, but it wasn't me. All Timey Wimey stuff too. Canno' we just duck in a side street and figure it out? Doctor I need sompthin' you 'ave, but I ain't sure what it is."
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Post by Jenny on Aug 7, 2011 0:05:54 GMT -5
Jenny couldn’t help but to find this whole event strangely fascinating and just a little more than exciting. She looked at the two newcomers; her father from a time long past and her niece. She would be my niece wouldn’t she? Technically? She appeared to be a little older than Jenny, but even that wasn’t right. Jenny would be little more than an infant by the standards of Gallifrey and the Gallifreyan people.
She was little more than a year old though she didn’t look it. It was an odd thought and Jenny brushed the idea of being younger then a niece away. She had little personal experience with domestic things such as family. She had her father and she had Donna as a sort of mother figure but that was it and this was neither the time nor the place to discover it. Now was a time of action to save the future.
But it didn’t stop her from giving her father and Susan a bright smile as they were suddenly grabbed, spun around, and whisked away by Amy, the Doctor’s newest companion. Jenny turned back towards her father. “Torchwood then?” Jenny asked, wondering briefly if they would still need to go there for parts if Amy was taking care of getting what was needed from the Doctors first incarnation.
She also worried about the safety and wisdom of letting The Doctor out of her site. She wasn’t sure just how well Amy would be able to protect him but she was sure it wouldn’t be very affective or even probable no matter how brilliant she was. She just didn’t strike Jenny as someone who could destroy another sentient creature and truth be told Jenny really wanted another go around with the living tin cans that had tried to invade Cardiff not so very long ago.
But there was nothing for it and Jenny was resignated to let things happen as they would. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she ran after them as protection from the enemy. Jenny was sure that nothing could change the circumstances of her creation but she didn’t want to chance effecting time and space any more then what was already transpiring. She also knew that sooner or later she would have another go at the Dalek horde and she hoped that she could borrow a little piece of Torchwoods tech to see that they were eliminated with a satisfying explosion.
She glanced back at the trio as they walked steadily away from the TARDIS and silently wished Amy the best of luck.
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