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Post by BlueEyes ~Maxie Moon~ on Dec 5, 2011 0:19:11 GMT -5
((Anyone is welcome to join of corse! But I would like a doctor)) It was dark, Maxie didn't like the dark very much so he began to panic. He rolled around on the hard stone floor for a few moments till he realized what was wrong. He opened his eyes and the light flooded in, not very much light as it seemed to be pretty late and the only light was the light of a street lamp that was beside him. "This isn't my lab.." he muttered with a slight frown on his face, slowly getting to his feet and taking in deep breaths of the fresh cool air.
The street around him was mostly empty, apart from the cars in the street. Maxie checked his watch for a moment and noted the time as 1:00 am, but also the year on his watch seemed to read as 2011. "If my watch is correct then that means...I DID IT!" he let out a loud yell of joy as he punched the air and ran into the road which was empty. He grinned happily and looked around at the houses which lined the street either side "These houses are so primitive compared to the ones at home.." he continued to look around in wonder, he walked with his hands in the deep pockets of his slightly singed lab coat. In all his excitement of actually getting his experimental time machine to work, he had forgotten one thing...A way to get himself back to the future.
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The Meddler
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 12, 2011 20:33:26 GMT -5
The Meddler strolled the dark streets of Llandaff North (one of the suburbs of Cardiff), pausing from time to time to check the readings on the heads-up display on his sunglasses.
It was the sunglassess that made him look out of place. Otherwise - dressed in grey slacks and sport coat and a black polo shirt, and carrying a gold-capped cane of carved ivory - he merely looked like a well-to-do, eccentric gentleman.
Well, let's be honest here. The cane rather stands out as well.
Indicators displayed on the lenses blinked, and he turned right down another side street. He genuinely hoped he wouldn't find what he thought he would find.
Three hours earlier...
"Hang on... it looks like Atlantis will have to wait."
The Dreamweaver looked curiously at the console. "Really? Why?"
He tapped the display. "A time corridor just opened - short range jump, only about 90 years - but still a time corridor."
A pause.
"And time corridors are Dalek technology."
The display showed that the downtime anchor of the time corridor wasn't that far away, now. Less than a hundred meters. He kept to the shadows, clutching his cane more like a club than a walking aid now, trying to look everywhere at once.
Daleks.
The thought caused his stomach to clench with terror. The Dreamweaver had wanted him to arm himself, but he'd refused. If, somehow, the time corridor hadn't been opened by the Daleks, he wouldn't need a weapon. And if they had opened it, he didn't have anything in the TARDIS powerful enough to kill one.
Ahead, there was nothing. The silence of a well-to-do Cardiff suburb. And a young man in a white overcoat, checking a watch.
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