Chaos, Thy Name Is... (Sixth Doctor)

[Cipher]

Cipher had been surprised when she had managed to get her ship off the ground, the ship was nearly thirteen hundred years old, a good three hundred years older than a Type Forty Capsule. However, it still held together after all of this time. After a year and a half, it finally had charged enough for Cipher to take it for a spin. Cipher had her hair in a loose braid now, unwilling to let it get in her face. She wore a bright orange long sleeve shirt, jeans, a pea coat, skinny jeans and knee-high combat boots. Cipher was a mixture of bright orange, blue, black, and pale pink. She was adorned by a silver necklace and pink opals and currently was crashing.

“No, come on!” She yelled at the ship she had dubbed Beatrice. Her right foot was being used to hold down one of the control while her right and left hands were moving as best they could along the various nobs and bobs to try and keep the ship steady and it worked until they came out of the vortex and Cipher’s foot lost its position and she fell on her bum, causing the ship spin like a top that had been released, wildly and out of control, prepared to hit anything and everything.

Immediately, the Time Tot sprang into action! She began running around the console, trying to hit every possible combination that she knew would protect her ship. The spinning began to slow as it hit the ground and spinned slower and slower until it had a jerking stop and fell over on its back. The doors that provided both an entrance and exit pointed towards the sky. Sadly, it still appeared to be a telephone box from 2012 Cardiff with an Out of Order sign hanging on it for dear life.

Not two feet away stood a blue Police Box, unharmed and unphased at what just happened.

The doors burst open immediately as a golden blond haired woman was attempting to climb out the doors. "Well that was fun." She said to no one in particular.

[javvie]

The Chameleon Circuit was being – as per usual – obstinate. No matter how many times the Doctor tinkered and toiled with the device, it still managed to be a police box. He had gotten it to change various colours – even managing a bright yellow – but that was the extent of his success. Now he was in Cardiff, near the rift in the year 2012, and his ship was back to the blue police box of legend. “Another day,” he mumbled under his breath, putting the panel back over the circuitry. Ready to go out and greet the world, he threw open the TARDIS door.

And then a telephone box spun by him, nearly taking the unsuspecting Time Lord with it. He shut the door again, muttering something under his breath about rude drivers, and really, didn’t anyone know how to steer these days? (Hypocrite? Him? No, no, his style was just a bit unique, honest). He opened the door again, adjusting his cat pin delicately. “Well that was fun,” a young woman said, struggling to get out of her TARDIS.

The Doctor quirked an eyebrow and walked over to her, peering inside of the TARDIS inquisitively. “Good afternoon,” he said pleasantly, flashing her what he believed to be one of his most charming and dazzling smiles. “Having a bit of trouble, are we?” he asked, eyebrow still raised regally. He nodded towards his own TARDIS, still not offering a hand to help the woman out of her crash-landed TARDIS. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a trifle close to my own vehicle. Could you fix that problem?” he asked, patting her head, subtly trying to push her back into her TARDIS to amend the situation.

He then stepped back, hands clasped behind his back patiently as he waited for Goldilocks to either get out of the TARDIS or move it. Although he doubted – due to having his head nearly loped off by the damnable thing – that she was quite capable of moving it over a few meters. “Nevermind. Don’t worry about it moving it,” he said.

The Doctor spun around, his back facing her. “It’s a rather nice day. Perhaps I should go fishing…” he mused.

They were currently situated on a small bank of land on the Cardiff Bay. He put his hands in his pockets, observing the busy scene around them. Ships were located in their ports, crates were being pulled away, and, unbeknownst to either of them, a small, horned child was cradled in one of the crates being unboarded from the ship. [/font]

[Cipher]

Cipher hated that her ship was on its back, the entrance and exit pointed towards the sky, and she was barely hanging on as it was. If she fell, well, she'd live of course, but she could end up pretty hurt to tell the truth, possibly enough to go into her next regeneration! Cipher didn't want to regenerate again, she hadn't been in this form long at all! A little bit over a year and that's it. She wanted to see many things, and she she couldn't do that if she went through her regenerations all willy nilly like that.

It was then she heard the voice of a man.

“Good afternoon,” he said pleasantly, flashing her what he believed to be one of his most charming and dazzling smiles.

Cipher looked up at a very brightly dressed man, he was quite oddly dressed in her opinion but she liked his jacket, it was bright and dare she say happy. "Oh, good afternoon," she said with a bright grin, despite she was struggling to get out of her ship and she teetering on the edge, possibly going to fall and hurt herself.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?” he asked, eyebrow still raised regally.

"Yes, it seems so," she commented quietly as she was trying to still pull herself up and climb out of the ship.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a trifle close to my own vehicle. Could you fix that problem?”

Cipher looked at him and then looked down and considered it. Maybe she could slide down? That was the easiest option, though there was always the option she could hurt herself rather easily.

“Nevermind. Don’t worry about it moving it,” he said.

“It’s a rather nice day. Perhaps I should go fishing…” he mused.

"Alrighty," Cipher said to herself more than him as she managed to get a good grip and began pulling herself out of the Type 38 Capsule, an archaic Time Lord ship. She made her way out of the ship, finally climbing out and found herslef laying on the ground and chuckling.

Cipher stood up and dusted herself. "Would you like some company then?" She inquired to the boisterous man with very curly hair. "I'm Cipher by the way."

[javvie]

He leaned down next to the wonder, his index finger distended into it. “The water seems fine,” the Doctor called over his shoulder, as if to dissuade her fears about the water not being decent enough for fishing. Not that she had any fears, but it was the Doctor’s job to assure people about such matters. “Fishing should be excellent today. Peri, the poor girl, she just doesn’t seem to understand the… the simple beauty of fishing,” he said, ignoring her struggles to get out of her TARDIS. If he noticed, he certainly didn’t seem inclined at all to help her out.

“Would you like some company then?” the Time Lady asked.

The Doctor looked over at his shoulder, studying her with a broad smile on his face. She finally seemed to climb out of her TARDIS – quite the achievement, given their rather large interior side. “All right,” he agreed, rising from the banks. He brushed off his pants and grinned widely at her. “But first, why don’t we go make your TARDIS right-side-up?” he suggested.

“I’m Cipher by the way,” she told him. He quirked an eyebrow at her, walking over to her. He put his hands on his hips and towered over her.


“Yes, I know who you are,” he said dismissively, waving off her introduction with a melodramatic flair of his hand. “And I, my girl, am the Doctor.”