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Post by The Second Doctor on Aug 16, 2011 0:00:52 GMT -5
Alec mourned the croaking of the Tardis.
"Danged angels are sucking the power if the Tardis." Alec complained, rolling the 'A'.
He spun around the console, flipping levers, getting the Tardis out of the location.
"Yes Meddler, for the fifth time!" he answered irritably. "By the way, thank the redhead for me. My arm's better...mostly." Not.
He pulled somethig in the console, straining a muscle in his back that he rarely used.
"Hey Meds," he said randomly, making up a nickname, "I'd terribly appreciate if you could give my Tardis a boost, we're kinda sorta at a standstill, and we have someone important to earth's future on board." Alec noted, gesturing to Sarah as if he could see it.
He kept bouncing around, doing his best to keep the angels out. But he couldn't get it moving if he used power to take the out. He bit his lip nervously.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 16, 2011 14:29:16 GMT -5
Oracle back up trying to stay out of the way of the others she nodded at the girl who offered her help “Thank but I’ll be fine, nothing that I haven’t gotten used to” she couldn’t help but look up taking for the first time looking around “when all this is over you can just drop me off where ever”
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 16, 2011 19:41:13 GMT -5
"They're draining your power? How on Gallifrey are they... Oh." Comprehension illuminated the Meddler's face. "You're probably running off of chronal energy siphoned off of a temporal rift, or from a supernova, or something like that."
He cut the reversal of local entropy, allowing the ceiling to cave in again. "Hang on, I can do something about that for you. Did it before. Just don't move your TARDIS. I'm about to do something unconventional - go figure, right - and I don't need to end up dimensionally nested or on the receiving end of a time ram."
He began making minute setting adjustments to the controls. "We need to get you up and running again, though. Because we're going to need to try and stop those bombs. So hang on, because I'm about to be spectacular..."
A final adjustment. "...right..."
He threw a lever. "....now!"
With a grinding, whirring roar, the temporal rotor came to life and the Meddler's TARDIS dematerialized.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 17, 2011 13:55:07 GMT -5
Sarah Jane knew what to do when things went to hell inside a TARDIS. Shut up and hang on. She did just that. Alec Harrison and she had been sometimes allies, sometimes enemies over the years. Never had she seen him behave with such bravery before. If she had known it was Alec, she wouldn't have bothered to ask him to save that Electric Girl.
But he had, and paid the price when she failed.
Well, even if he held a grudge, she couldn't imagine he'd do them both in just to get her now. Not now when she was 40 years in to her world saving. Surely the damage was done already. Surely she wouldn't be doing much shaking up of the Universe from here.
He was her only hope. She held on, listening and watching, her breath baited, her eyes as dry as desert sand. Thankfully they were hidden behind her shades still.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Aug 17, 2011 16:56:34 GMT -5
Sisi had chuckled softly at Robin's words of being spectacular. Sometimes his enthusiasm was honestly endearing, it was very catching as well.
She just smiled and held on tightly to one of the side bars as the TARDIS started roaring up. She'd never get used to the extremely bumpy ride on this magnificent machine.
But he was going to stop those bombs, so she was grinning none the less. Yes, you better be spectacular!
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 17, 2011 20:27:12 GMT -5
There are things you never do with a TARDIS.
The Meddler was fully aware of what all of those things were. Several centuries ago, marooned on a nameless ice planet in the hind end of nowhere, he'd compiled a careful list from the operator's manual for his Type 67. The list was extremely detailed.
His fingers flew over the controls, making minute adjustments, operating more by feel than by anything else. He knew his ship better than he knew anything, knew what every jolt and tremor and power fluctuation meant. He'd modified and tweaked and reconfigured her endlessly.
After he'd compiled that list, he then began working out ways to do every single thing it said you should never do.
He'd spent seventy-five years on that ice world. It had been something to do, once cursing the Doctor's name had gotten boring.
Materializing a TARDIS around another TARDIS was number three on the list. And he'd worked out how - in theory, at least - to do it without an infinitely recursive nesting loop.
Space-time began to distort around the ticket booth that was the 4-space manifestation of Alec's TARDIS. The sum-over-all-histories probability vectors of the Angels fell back from attacking the negative spatial curvature around it, disconcerted by the sudden change in the energy density.
Inside the Meddler's TARDIS, a deep bell began to toll somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship. Flickering in and out, a ticket booth began to appear and disappear between the control console and the door.
The Meddler's grin was a manic rictus, now. "Almost there," he muttered, "Almost got it."
Actinic lightning played around the room, leaping from the time rotor to the ticket booth. Outside the same lightnings arced about, the phone booth, burning and destroying anything that caught their incandescent fury.
Sweat beaded the Meddler's face. This wasn't as easy as the theory made it look.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 13:09:09 GMT -5
(I'm gonna have the Doctor drop in from Blackwood, where he fell out the doors of his malfunctioning TARDIS.)
The Doctor hurled through the Time Vortex, years and centuries, planets and moons, kingdoms and empires flew by in the blink of an eye. The Doctor frowned he was feeling something. Something he hadn't truly felt in years.
Fear.
He could wind up anywhere. On the harsh desert world of Monda Vul 8, or on the lush Gamma Forests. Through Time wand space he fell, able to wind up any-
Suddenly he crashed through the door of a TARDIS, banged his head on the control panel, and fell unconscious at Alec's feet.
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Post by The Second Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 16:15:36 GMT -5
Alec felt the Tardis dematerializing, and his heart soared. He moved levers and manipulated the energy of the Time machine to help speed up the process. He grinned as the door flew open and- wait, the door flew open? Forget the grin. The Dark Lord was surprised to see the Doctor- the one he'd seen with Jenny, curse her soul -and bang his head on the console, keeling over.
"Doctor?" he said in shock.
Harrison snapped and the doors closed. The Tardis dematerialized with a bang, and soon the monitor showed the inside of another Tardis, the Meddler's.
"I'd call that a mission successful, you?" he said to the speaker.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 21, 2011 17:39:14 GMT -5
She heard a fearful human howl out side coming toward them like a downing missile. Most boldly she reached out to the console where she recognized the door lever and yanked it open. A body came hurtling through. She slammed the lever closed again a fraction of a second before lightning and thunder blasted the outside of Alec's TARDIS.
Something had come in on the wake of the large, tumbling, collapsing person. It was an Angel, and she stopped it not a decimeter from decimating Alec Harrison, leaving it to stand there in horrid mid-strike as she pinned it with her gaze.
"Got it!" She said, and she would hold it. It was her job. She held hard to the railing, determined to be knocked from her course during whatever happened next.
Thunder crashed outside hard enough to shake the inside.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 17:51:41 GMT -5
The Doctor moaned as he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Alec. Then a Weeping angel. Not exactly the things you want to wake up to. He sparng to life, leaping up from where he was standing and kicking the statue backwards. it slid out the doors of the TARDIS, falling out into the other TARDIS and crashing through it's doors into Time and Space. The doctor grinned, straightened his bow-tie, and passed out again.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 20:18:40 GMT -5
The lightning stopped. Alec's TARDIS sat, smoking and steaming, in the space between the console and the doors.
The Meddler heaved a sigh of relief, and wiped sweat from his forehead. That had been... unpleasant.
"Like I said," he said with forced cheer, "spectacular."
Then the doors of Alec's TARDIS swung open, and a statue crashed out. A Weeping Angel.
He stared at it for a moment, startled. And then he laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed until he thought his sides would split. "Got you!" he roared out as he laughed, "Got you, you arrogant, stupid thing!"
He staggered towards the Angel, sides aching. "You're trapped, now! Trapped! Until I let you go."
Kneeling by the statue, he whispered in its ear. "And I won't. I'm going to pull you apart, and see what makes you tick."
Then he rose. "Alec, Sarah," he said, looking in. "...Doctor?" A pause. "What's he doing here?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 21, 2011 20:41:29 GMT -5
Oracle stood off to the side as The Meddler talked to the Angel and said softly "ok this guys flipped his lid." she tilted her head listening.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 21, 2011 20:47:45 GMT -5
There is a sudden silence, and an odd feeling in her inner ear that makes her glad she is holding on tight. The man on the floor bounded back to his feet, kicked the Angel right out the front door into stillness, and collapsed again.
She would blink at him to clear her vision if she could. It is the oldest, the youngest, of Doctors laying on the floor at Alec's feet. Him and his aggressive hair. The kid needed a Fez or something to contain a shock like that. Still she found herself grinning and feeling enormously relieved. It would be better still if the Doctor had been conscience.
"You always did know how to make an entrance." She whispered, just as someone started calling in through the open TARDIS doors. There was no Trolley platform or destruction without. Just, what she suspected with some amazement, was another TARDIS. Impossible. What crazy Time Lord was flying that thing? She wondered.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Aug 22, 2011 12:49:52 GMT -5
Sisi was used to the Meddler's bouts of random bordering insanity sometimes, but this was more then she'd expected of him lately. A statue had crashed through the doors and Robin's first reaction had been stun, soon to be followed by a bout of laughs that had him wheezing for breath. He almost looked like he was having a seizure. She just blinked in mild shock as he stumbled over towards the statue and landed to his knees to whisper something in it's ears. Holding it like it was something alive.
Then it clicked.
"Is that a Weeping Angel?!" She cried out, and immediately her gun was out, cocking the mechanism back to load. What was he doing so close to it!
She didn't even have eyes for the other three people through the TARDIS doors. Her eyes only fixed on the statue ahead of her.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 22, 2011 21:07:51 GMT -5
"Is that a Weeping Angel?!" Sisi's voice was alarmed, and he could her her gun being cocked. He looked back from Alec's TARDIS door.
"In the figurative flesh," he said with his manic grin. "Trapped like a bug in amber, inside a living thing that never sleeps and never blinks." With that, he stood on the Angel's chest and bowed gracefully towards the console.
Then he hopped down, and looked through the door again. "Right. Sarah? Alec? Are you two all right?" A pause. "If you are, I'll need a little help hooking up the conduits so we can get you recharged."
He looked down at the Doctor. "Is he breathing? And how did he get here, anyway?"
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