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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 28, 2011 17:12:11 GMT -5
The Doctor eyed the outfit the Archivist had recommended, giving it a dubious once-over. "If you're sure," he said, skeptically.
AberaeronFrom a side street that let on to the village common could be heard a peculiar grinding, roaring sound. Wind kicked up briefly, a gust of displaced air that scattered litter around. The air appeared to become dense for a moment, and then a teal 1962 Austin A60 appeared from nowhere. Nobody was on the street just then, so nobody really noticed. Nor did they notice as the Doctor climbed out. He paused, looked around the street, then offered his hand through the passenger door. "Well," he said to the Archivist. "The offices of the local analogue of the Chancellary Guard are just across the square. That seems the ideal place to start." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?" With that he closed and locked the door, then set off across the square.
PC Evans looked up from his paperwork as the door thumped open. A couple had entered. The woman was attractive, red-haired with wide blue eyes , dressed in a stylish slacks and blazer combo. The man, though..? He was an odd duck - a bloke of indeterminate age, wearing an antique black sutcoat with checked slacks and a pastel brown waistcoat. Gold cufflinks, shaped something like stylized question marks, gleamed dully at his wrists and a blue silk cravat was tied about his neck. "Can I help you?" Evans asked, curious. "I certainly hope so, my good man," the stranger answered. "I am the Doctor, and this -" "Oh? You are?" Evans said. "Hang on a moment then, sir." The Doctor blinked in surprise. "Excuse me?" "Inspector Jones?" Evans said, hitting a button on the desk intercom. "Yeah, sorry to disturb you, sir. But that chap from UNIT's here." "What?" asked the Doctor, a misture of irritation and confusion in his voice. "Now see here..!" "All right," Evans said. He looked up at the Doctor. "The Inspector will be right out, sir." Caught off guard, the Doctor considered the human's words. Inspector seemed to be a rank of some distinction. Could it be that they knew he was a (not yet elevated) Time Lord, and wanted to treat him with a degree of respect? No. Absurd. One thing his father's stories had made clear was that, in this era, humanity was still convinced they were the only sentient species in the Spiral Politic. He was about to say something, when another human joined them from a back room. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and a cheap suit that looked slept in. Glasses with round lenses perched on his nose. "You must be the Doctor!" he cried, taking the Time Lord's hand and shaking it vigorously. "Police Inspector Arthur Jones. Glad you could make it out from London." "Ah, yes," agreed the Doctor carefully. "The thing is..." "That UNIT chap I talked to must have been a new recruit, eh what? He described you as an older gentleman, but you don't look any older than I am." "Well, I'm not. I think. But..." The Inspector had already released the Doctor's hand, and was now shaking the Archivist's hand. "And you must be Ms. Sarah Jane Smith. A pleasure, a real pleasure." "The reason we're here..." the Doctor pressed on, not even attempting to correct the Inspector now. "Yes, yes!" Inspector Jones interrupted again. "Of course! The monster." "The reason we're here is..." the Doctor continued, then stopped. "Monster?" Jones shook his head in disbelief. "I know! I can't believe I have to say that with a straight face, but there you are. Did you want to read the reports first, or shall we nip round to the latest incident site?" He frowned a little. "I'd like to put off having you meet the Davisons until you get a feel for what's going on, though. They're still hoping we'll turn up some sign of their little Sophie, and I'd rather not upset them unnecessarily." "No," the Doctor agreed, suddenly interested in this 'monster'. He smiled. "No, of course not. Why don't we start with the latest incident site?" "Certainly," said Inspector Jones. "I'll just bring a car around." He left the room. The Doctor winked at the Archivist. "You know," he said with a smile, "I think I'm going to really like this planet." |
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Post by The Third Doctor on Sept 28, 2011 21:50:19 GMT -5
The first thing we should do Sarah-Jane, is check in at the local Police station, and get more details on what's been happening around here, how does that sound Sarah-Jane?"
The sound of The Doctor's T.A.R.D.I.S rang out, a few moments later, nearby where the younger Doctor and The Archivist parked their TARDIS awhile ago.
"Come along, Sarah-Jane we have a girl to find." He strode out of The T.A.R.D.I.S towards and into the building, where The younger Doctor and The Archivist had been...
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 5, 2011 23:51:25 GMT -5
She grinned up at the Doctor, not bothering to hide her interest regardless of the tragedy it followed.
"You know how I love details." she said watching him from over the console. He didn't always admit it, but he was as curious as she.
A man looked up from his desk as she and the Doctor entered quite boldly.
"Can I help you?" He asked, an odd look on his face.
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Post by Seren Ash on Oct 8, 2011 13:15:20 GMT -5
The Archivist was a little confused, as everything seemed to whirl around her in a pattern that did not make her mind happy. People talking, she got called Sarah Jane. But in all of the mess, something bright something shiny stuck out in all of it. Monster, there was no such things as monsters, just aliens with different anatomical constructions. Her hands rubbed together, as she was lead with the Doctor, to another location.
But something else struck her as odd. "Doctor, he mentioned a little girl is missing..." She whispered as her head turned and she stared at him, her eyes widened, as a bit of emotion peeked through on that Ice Queen Facade, that facade she was learning so well. It was a well known fact, that The Archivist had been trying to conceive... She didn't believe in looming, she wanted a free birth. Everything that came with being a mother!
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 9, 2011 1:20:13 GMT -5
"Doctor, he mentioned a little girl is missing..." She whispered as her head turned and she stared at him, her eyes widened.
The Doctor's smile faded. "Yes. Well. That does take a little of the enjoyment out of this... mystery, doesn't it?" He knew the look in her eyes - subtle, well-hidden behind the mask of control that all Time Lords were encouraged to wear, but there. He knew how much she hoped to bear a child - their child - and this aspect of the problem was no doubt gnawing at her.
He stepped close, taking her in his arms. "If there's any hope for her..." he started to say, but his voice trailed away.
Outside, one of the absurd internal combustion vehicles pulled up and the Inspector waved. The Doctor forced a brave smile to his lips. "Let's go see what we can do," he said, and then the corner of his lip twitched in genuine amusement. "Miss Sarahjanesmith," he added, blurring the syllables of the unusual name together in Gallifreyan fashion.
A field.
Outside Aberaeron.
The scene confronting the Doctor as he emerged from the 'automobile' - a peculiar name, that - drove home just how alien this world was. The sky was... blue. The grass-analogues were green, as were the foliage of the local tree-analogues (albeit in different shades). The system primary was smaller and whiter, creating harsher illumination and more sharply-defined shadows.
"It's not people made of smoke and cities made of song," he murmured to the Archivist as she stepped from the automobile, but I think it's exotic enough. For a start."
He crouched by the side of the road, plucking a blade of the local grass-analogue and rubbing it between his fingers. He smelled and even tasted it, then produced a small pocket microscope from a coat pocket and examined it in detail.
"Uhm, Doctor?" began Inspector Jones.
"Yes?" the Doctor answered vaguely.
"This is just the road. The actual path of destruction is over there, by the fence."
The Doctor looked up, giving him a sour expression. "Clearly. And that is why I am examining the... grass here."
"What?"
A sigh. "I want to establish a base line, something to compare the destruction to. That way, we'll be a step closer to understanding what we're up against."
PC Evans heard the door open and close again, and sighed. It just didn't look like he was going to be catching up on his paperwork today after all. "Can I help you?" he asked, looking up. And then he did a double take.
A flash geezer and a lovely little bit of fluff.
Just like the other two.
"Who... who are you?" he asked, cautiously.
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Post by The Third Doctor on Oct 11, 2011 9:52:23 GMT -5
"Who am I? You must be joking, surely The Brigadier told you I was coming? No? Of course he didn't, that man can be impossible ar times." he rubs his forehead jokingly, alhough it is visible he is a little annoyed that The Brigadier had not informed the local authorities of his arrival, it would make things, slightly, harder.
"Anyways I am The Doctor, and this." He gestures to Sarah-Jane. "Is Miss Sarah-Jane Smith. Now then I understand you have a 'slug' problem near here, don't you? more importantly there is a missing girl, is there not? Hm?"
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 11, 2011 21:06:41 GMT -5
"Anyways I am The Doctor, and this." He gestures to Sarah-Jane. "Is Miss Sarah-Jane Smith. Now then I understand you have a 'slug' problem near here, don't you? more importantly there is a missing girl, is there not? Hm?"
PC Evans gave the Doctor a long, skeptical stare. "Brigadier Lethbridge-Stuart did tell us that a bloke named the Doctor was coming out. Problem for you is, he's already here. So, you want to tell me who you really are?"
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 12, 2011 0:44:21 GMT -5
She stepped forward, doing her best to contain her umbrage and not managing very well, sparks coming from her eyes, jaw set.
"You'd best get your facts straight. I don't know who came here before, but this is the Doctor. And didn't the Brigadier mention I was coming? Don't tell me there was another Sarah Jane Smith here earlier as well."
This also vexed her. Either the PC had not bothered to remember her name, or the Brigadier had not bothered to send it.
Men.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 16, 2011 9:53:16 GMT -5
PC Evans smiled a little as the little bit of brunette fluff stepped forward, enjoying the wiggle in her hips. The enjoyment went away quickly.
"You'd best get your facts straight. I don't know who came here before, but this is the Doctor. And didn't the Brigadier mention I was coming? Don't tell me there was another Sarah Jane Smith here earlier as well."
Evans' eyes narrowed. "Yeah, he mentioned a 'Sarah Jane Smith', and she's here too. Cute redhead, she is..." His voice trailed away as a thought struck him. "Wait. How did you..."
He made a decision. "The two of you got some ID?"
The Doctor dug at the stone with his fingernails, pulling a lump away as if it were thick clay. He eyed it curiously, working it with his fingers for a moment, then looked at the Archivist questioningly.
"I see what you mean, yes," he agreed. "This certainly is unusual behavior for... what is this? Granite? Chert?" He shook his head, wonderingly. "Whatever it is, it shouldn't be malleable."
She'd already begun examining the 'path of destruction' while he had been examining the grass, and had called him over to examine the low stone wall. He wasn't sure what to expect, but clay-like field stone hadn't been on the list.
He deposited the lump of stone in a bag for further examination. "Any ideas what could have done this?"
He had his own theories, of course. He always did. But he was just a genius. She was a genius, and an archive as well. If this were a phenomena known to the Time Lords, he was confident she would know it.
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Post by Seren Ash on Oct 18, 2011 11:38:53 GMT -5
The Archivist was in her element. And she was completely distracted from her Doctor, and from the situation at hand. She was watching the whole process, and she was lost in thought as she checked the pathways. She vaguely realized the Doctor was speaking to her, as she noticed the acidic nature as to how the pathways were melted.
"Some sort of high proof acidic substance, but likely it was in a gel form, not a liquid. It wasn't sprayed, from the looks of it, looks more naturally spread." She said as she closed her eyes. She was going through her archives in her mind. Trying very hard to find what it was this could be related too. There wasn't enough factors in place.
She couldn't quite figure things out yet. "What habitual patterns have you developed on this creature? What have you observed?" She asked the person that had brought them here.
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Post by The Third Doctor on Oct 18, 2011 21:14:46 GMT -5
The Third Doctor began digging through his pockets quickly finding two pieces of identification, one belonging to himself and one for.... Elizabeth Shaw...Hmm, that won't do If only Sarah-Jane hadn't identified herself so boldly he might of been able to bluff their way through, perhaps he still might. He had his ID, but there still was the problem with Sarah.... Aha! He had it, he once again reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of Psychic Paper then shows them to the man behind the desk. He hands them to him, allowing him to examine them.
"There you are my good chap, The Doctor, and Miss Sarah-Jane Smith. Now then I want You to tell me about this impostor who arrived earlier, and about this slug, if You please."
He crosses his arms.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 19, 2011 0:46:19 GMT -5
She could see the Doctor's mind turning as clearly as clockwork gears in his head. He fished up some sort of id for himself, and for her. She doubled it with her Driver's License. Realizing she was complicating things, she laid off her affronted news hound self that was generally her true nature, and instead wore her best, 'Hi, I'm Sarah Jane" smile, cooling her heels innocuously beside the Doctor.
Giant slugs. Really. It seemed as though they should be easy enough to catch. And they would, hopefully before any one else came to harm.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 19, 2011 10:26:42 GMT -5
"Some sort of high proof acidic substance, but likely it was in a gel form, not a liquid. It wasn't sprayed, from the looks of it, looks more naturally spread." She said as she closed her eyes.
The Doctor could almost see her sorting data. He thought for a moment as well. "The Inspector has been reffering to the creature as a 'slug' - some form local form of gastropodal mollusc. Perhaps the acid is the lubricant slime it secretes?"
He squatted back down and watched a blade of grass within the path stretch before breaking. "Unusual behavior for an acid, though. Strong enough to soften stone, weak enough not to dissolve cellulose."
"What habitual patterns have you developed on this creature? What have you observed?" She asked the person that had brought them here.
"Buggered if I-ah, that is..." Inspector Jones flushed. "Sorry, Miss Smith."
The Doctor covered his mouth, trying to hide snickering as a coughing fit.
"Excuse my language," the Inspector continued. "What I mean is that we don't have much to go on. We know the... do I really have to call it a monster, because that sounds stupid? But the monster seems to come from the ocean, and go back. That's where the trails lead. We know it's carnivorous, or at least omnivorous, and I'm personally afraid it may have eaten Sophie. But I don't have any proof of that."
He thought a little more. "It seems to whistle, and it seems phosphorescent. We've tried to get a good look at it, but there's something..." he shivered. "Something about the way it sounds, and smells, that makes you afraid. I've never seen it, and nobody else has reported it either."
The Doctor glanced at the Specialist. "Curious," he observed. "A psychically active mollusk? Or perhaps the 'whistling' produces harmonics..."
A buzzing sound was heard in the distance. "Hang on," the Inspector said. "That's the two way." With that, he walked towards the car.
PC Evans watched with interest as the flash geezer dug through his pockets, producing a laminated card and a leather billfold.
"There you are my good chap, The Doctor, and Miss Sarah-Jane Smith. Now then I want You to tell me about this impostor who arrived earlier, and about this slug, if You please."
He crossed his arms, and the bit of fluff with him did the same. She was smiling, and PC Evans figured he'd appreciate it more if he didn't have a sinking feeling...
"Right," Evans said, looking over the IDs. "These are legitimate, right enough." He looked worried. "So who the hell is the Inspector out with?"
The flash geezer - the Doctor - reiterated his demand-sounding request for information about the impostors.
"There were two of them. The man that identified himself as the Doctor was kind of a hawk-nosed bloke, short dark hair. A little on the short side, wearing an old-fashioned black suit and checked pants. Mid-thirties, I'd say." He paused. "The dolly bird with him, the one that identified herself as Sarah Jane Smith? A redhead, just a little taller than the man, wearing a blazer and slacks. Glasses. Hair up in a bun. Looked kinda like a librarian." He smiled. "You know, the kind of librarian I wouldn't mind having in this town..." His voice trailed away at Sarah's disapproving stare.
He rose. "Anyway, I'm going to go call the Inspector. Unless there's some reason I shouldn't..?"
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Post by The Third Doctor on Oct 20, 2011 9:34:33 GMT -5
His widen then shut at the desription of the "imposters", memories long forgotten arrive, filling his head with pain, he grips his head, images and scenes from days past fill his mind. Slow angonizing voices boom in his mind.
"Exploreeeee, take in the sightsssss."
"Perfect plannnn, goodddd timeeeee."
"Archivistttttttt, opinionnnnnnn"
"Selection fuuunnnnn."
His head beats back and forth from the throbbing pain.
"Wellllllllll, local analogueeeeeee, across the squareeeeeee, shallllll weeeeeee."
"Help youuuuuuu."
"Hope so good mannnnnnn, I'm The Dooctorrrrrrr."
He stumbles back, the pain is over.
"My, my word..... You." He points to the PC. "Don't call your inspector, we'll manage to get there on our own.' he turns quickly to the door. "Come along Sarah." He runs out to the T.A.R.D.I.S."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 23, 2011 0:13:06 GMT -5
Something was happening to the Doctor. Something bad. His face was full of pain and his hands were dug hard into his abundant coils of shining white hair.
It looked like this outing was going to be even more complicated than she first expected.
"Doctor? Doctor!"
It frightened her when he beat at his head. She was started forward, grabbing for one of his arms to stop him from doing it when he suddenly stopped on his own, face haunted as he stumbled back, she shot forward to grab his elbow and help steady him, though wary of him toppling over on her. He was rather tall, and dense as bricks.
He made one of those almost instant recoveries that left her stunned, relieved, and alert. It was a good thing, to, for the Doctor was out the door like a shot, and she had to run fast to keep up. When they got outside, she poured on the afterburners and caught up beside him as they ran toward the T.A.R.D.I.S. .
"Doctor! What happened to you back there?" she dragged in a breath as they continued at high speed. "Are you all right? Whats going on?!"
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