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 Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 11:18 am
11th Cycle - The Long RP
The Rules Of The Long RP:
(I know the others didn't have rules, but don't worry, as the pirates would say: they're more like guidelines...)
* You can write as much or as little as you feel like per post and per day.
* This RP is more like a story and less like a battle.
* You can create as many characters as you like - from Doctor Who or from your own head.
* You can put in characters from shows/books/films other than Doctor Who if you like. I probably won't though.
* You can destroy any characters you made yourself as and when you wish. You CAN'T destroy other people's characters without asking them first.
* You don't have to do profiles. They are entirely optional.
* You can write the parts for any and all characters in your posts. Like I said: story not battle. As long as you don't destroy them without permission all characters are under your control for your bit of writing.
* You can always go back and edit your posts - spellcheck, adjust sentence structure etc - as long as you don't change anything major in the plot of course.
* Be wonderfully descriptive. (This isn't a rule - it's just nice.)
* Because this is a story God-like characters are a bit pointless. I won't ban them because the fact is they can (and will) simply be edited by the next person along if their powers make them silly. However, I appreciate that even Gods have their moments.
* I plan not to think too far ahead in the plotline. But if you do and you think up some future event that will be absolutely fantastic say so in your post. It will be considered - though remember that no-one HAS to do it.
* You can write in any style you like (the more varied the better) but for sanity's sake it's better to stay roughly in the same tense.
* You don't have to stay where the story is at. You can jump to any place and to any character you like.
* You don't have to include any symbols to indicate action or anything like that, though make sure you make it clear when you are making an outside of story comment and for goodness sake write in readable english! (I didn't say good, I just said readable...)
* You are welcome to make comments even if you don't write any story. Polite comments, mind.I don't really know why I'm bothering to write these rules - this is a story thread plain and simple where I can write obscenely long posts whenever they spring into my head. Hopefully it might stop me writing so much in other RPs. I especially need this at the moment as the other Doctor Who RP thread is down... crying
*Though thankfully back up now - Ed.*If anyone else bothers to write anything in this I will be happy. If they don't I will still be happy. biggrin I'm a very happy person. I hope that this thread will be at least a little bit entertaining and that people will be able to do something with it...
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 11:26 am
A Small Amount Of Scene Setting: My RP shall begin with the 11th Doctor - as I imagine him. He is alone, for whatever reason his other companions have departed and he is travelling in his TARDIS in hopes of finding the ultimate adventure - no matter the cost.
He is dressed, for the moment, in a Victorian style sleek black frock-coat and top hat. He has a rather gaudy pair of green and gold pinstripe trousers on and a pair of extremely shiny black dress shoes. Round his hat there is a piece of red ribbon and to match there is a large red flower on the front of his jacket. He is tall and quite thin, though this is perhaps just an effect of his slightly sickly complexion. His skin has a greyish tinge and he looks ill; but he is still smiling; a grim, un-natural smile. His narrow face is framed by curly black hair that hangs heavy with sweat and along his jaw is a short black beard stretching to a moustache beneath his nose. He scratches it nervously as he works the TARDIS controls.
The TARDIS itself has also changed and holds a sad, melancholy air. Obviously something tragic has happened to this incarnation, but for now whatever it is remains a mystery.
And so the story begins...
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 12:55 pm
It was raining in Manchester; a thin, cold drizzle washing away at the grimy streets. Caught in the yellow light of the street lamps it turned the road into a blurry haze and made the air dank and difficult to breath. There was almost no-one on the streets. At a bus-shelter an old man lay huddled beneath a broken seat, blanket and newspapers wrapped round him, and in the middle distance a younger man in a smart suit dashed from one side of the road to the other and disappeared into a set of flats, shaking the water off his mobile phone as he went.
There was one other figure. A girl - a young woman - perhaps in her twenties though it was hard to tell. She was short, built small, with a flop of short hair that had once been neatly cut but was now growing out. It had been dyed many times but the colours had mingled and begun to wash away turning her hair a strange shade of greyish-brown. She held her blue umbrella close to her head, clutching one edge so it didn't catch in the wind. Across her chest hung a worn out velvet bag full of textbooks and notepads. She wasn't running, she was walking slowly, almost sleepily, and enjoying the rain. The street was silent apart from the gentle hiss of water on stone and tarmac.
Far ahead of her she heard a noise like the sound of old dustbin lids clanging together, though there was no sound of footsteps. It happened again, slightly louder, and then stopped. She looked up but saw nothing save for the yellow mist of rain. She slowed down a little but didn't think much of it. The city was always noisy, even in the backstreets.
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 1:27 pm
*just editing this, i tossed it off in two minutes before the geography excursion*
there was another girl, quite close to where the noise was coming from.
there was also a whirr, which sounded like a long piano string being rubbed with a key. A blue london police box materialised in the middle of an alleyway. She shook her head and looked again. Now there was a man stepping out of it. He had a rather gaudy pair of green and gold pinstripe trousers on and a pair of extremely shiny black dress shoes. Round his hat there was a piece of red ribbon and to match there wass a large red flower on the front of his jacket.
she nearly fainted from shock, but held herself in check.
He stepped out, quietly closing the door behind him. He walked slowly over to her, extending a hand half-heartedly. He looked ill and exhausted, and seemed to sway unsteadily as he stood. He looked as though he could crumple to the ground any minute.
'Hi.' he muttered.
'Hello.' she answered, looking him inthe face for the first time. What she saw there gave her a fright. His eyes seemed to convey a sadness that was universal, and a weariness that was weighing him down.
'Where have i ended up now?' the question was offhand, even bored.
'Manchester.'
'Earth.'
'If you want...Earth, then.'
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 2:31 am
((I'm going to bring in a highly intelligent cat..bvecause I feel like it. And the Doctor needs cheering up.))
He sighed. "Earth. Not Earth AGAIN. It's always Earth. I can't seem to get away. But..why?"
The girl shrugged and edged away. She hesitated. "Do you..do you..want any help?"
The Doctor sighed. "No.." he muttered sadly, "No one can help me now." He seemed depressed. He was staring at his shiny, black left shoe, scuffing it along the pavement in a half-hearted way.
Just then, a cat came up from behind the TARDIS and and looked up at the Doctor, seemingly disaprovingly. She seemed so intelligent, the Doctor started talking to her.
"I know, I know..I shouldn't be doing this..I'll only have to repolish them later. But..it seems there's nothing to do, nowhere to go, nobody to talk to. Why, this is the first decent conversation I've had in..I've forgotten how long."
The cat rasied a skeptical eyebrow. Or, at least that was what it looked like. It was rather hard to tell a skeptical face from a orange and white tabby cat. The Doctor seemed to be able to though.
"Well, maybe not..but..I keep ending up on Earth. Always. I can never get anywhere else. it's rather depressing."
The cat mewed, just once. It's perfect little mouth showing just the hint of a pink tongue as she did.
"Well..I suppose I could." he said, brightening up, just a little bit. He at least stopped scuffing his shoes. They were, in fact, looking as if they were polished and not excesively so now.
The girl just stood there, at a loss as to what to do about this person who suddenly appeared in a Police Box and talked to cats. She seemed to have been ignored in favour of the cat. A part of her felt offence and she wondered that he could hold such a conversation with a cat at all. She shrugged. You never knew what to expect from life, and that was a fact.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 3:47 am
There was a crash and a scream from round the corner and man, girl and cat turned in unison. Then, before the girl could think of anything to say the man was sprinting round the corner, a walking stick appearing in his hand as if from nowhere. With a bored sounding 'mew' the cat followed and - curiousity overcoming her concern - the girl followed too.
In the other street the grey-haired girl was also running towards the noise. As she ran she rummaged in her bag, silently cursing as she fumbled around beneath notebooks and pencils. She skidded to a halt by the sideroad that led off between two tall blocks of flats. It had high fences either side, the only way in and out the entrances at either end - and the other entrance was a long way away. Trapped halfway along was an middle-aged woman, clutching a shopping bag. Towering over her was huge figure, a strange sillohuette in the yellow mist. Whoever it was seemed much taller than a normal man and was wearing something strange across his face...
She rushed forwards as the attacker lifted the woman up by the collar of her jacket, her feet dangling helplessly in the air.
"Stop it!" The girl shouted, her voice cracking nervously, "Put her down or I'll call the police!"
In the hurried search of her bag she'd only managed to find her pencil case. She held it up to her ear, hoping he'd mistake it for a mobile phone in the dark. The giant man seemed to react. He threw the woman to one side - she landed with a sickly 'thud' and didn't get up. Then he began to advance on the girl.
Stuffing the useless pencil case back into her bag she turned to run but in three sudden, huge strides he was upon her and he spun her round, lifting her like he had the woman, one gigantic, cold hand around her throat. She made a choked, gargling noise as his face came into view, lit up in garish shades of yellow.
It wasn't the face of a man, it was more like an expressionless metal mask. Instead of eyes there were two perfectly round holes, black and empty. His mouth was nothing more than a slit and he had no nose. In a strange, electronic voice he shouted out,
"WHERE IS THE DOCTOR! WHERE IS THE DOCTOR!"
She choked again as his grip tightened. Clawing desperately at his arm she found nothing human there either, only solid metal armor, slippery and cold. Her head rang with the thought that this was probably the last thing she was ever going to see...
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:09 am
"Found you at last!"
The robot-man swung round at the sound of the voice, still clutching the girl in one hand.
"DOCTOR!" he said, his otherwise expressionless tone holding just a hint of venom, "YOU HAVE COME! DO NOT APPROACH OR THE HUMAN WILL DIE!"
The girl twisted her head to see the figure standing in the entrance to the back alley. He was tall, sillohuetted marvelously in the street-light. The rain had stopped, though he had obviously been caught in it as his dark clothes hung damp from his arms and legs. He didn't seem to care. A strange, twisted smile had spread across his face. He had in his hands a walking stick - though he held it more like a weapon, one hand either end.
"What are you frightened of?" said the man, smile widening, "You attacked me... remember?"
"YOU HAVE HUNTED US TO THIS PLANET - BUT NOW YOU FALTER! BECAUSE YOU HAVE WEAKNESSES THAT WE DO NOT! YOU CANNOT ALLOW THESE LESSER CREATURES TO DIE!"
"You don't sound very sure of that..."
"I AM SURE! SEE HOW YOU ACT WHEN I TWIST AT THIS ONE'S FRAGILE LIMBS..."
The girl felt the creature's free hand grasp her arm but before it could make a move the man leapt forward. As he leapt he pulled out the handle of his walking stick revealing the sword inside. It shone gold - though she couldn't tell if this was the light or the sword.
He plunged the sword into the metal-man's chest and it screamed, dropping the girl. She landed heavily on the floor and looked up, noticing for the first time the two figures that had been standing behind the man; a girl and a rather beautiful tabby cat. The girl hurried over and helped her to her feet as the tall man danced around her attacker, plunging in the sword where he could as the creature desperately tried to fend him off and stop the flow of strange white foam oozing from it's wounds.
Eventually it fell to the ground with a final robotic cry of fury and ceased to move. The man took a step back, staring at it. He seemed to almost regret his actions. Then he withdrew a red silk hankerchief from his pocket, flicked it once and wiped his sword clean. He found it's sheath, slid it back into place and once more held in his hands a fine, if rather battered, walking stick.
"Cybermen..." he said, sighing, "They never learn. If it had been any other planet I might have left them to it. But it only takes one..."
The grey-haired girl opened her mouth to speak when there was a sudden crash and another huge figure, identical to the first, burst through the wooden fence behind the man and swung it's huge arms around his arms and chest, crushing and lifting him. His sword-stick fell to the ground, useless.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 12:58 am
((to those whom it may concern: This is in fact sephy, who is my RP character for everything (except for the one where i'm Ace.) ))'
The child suddenly realised what she was dealing with. And who the man was, for that matter. The cat jumped onto her head. She recognised it, too. She also realised that is was not a cat, it was, in fact, a caat. And it's name was sabbalom glitz (note to roobarb: this is not the guy from the 6th/7th doc series, but a caat of the same name).
She smiled faintly at it, before drawing a random weapon. She came up with flick knives.
Oh well.
there was a glint of silver as they flashed from her hands, embedding themselves in the cyberman. The man, who was evidently called 'the Doctor' was thrown to the floor, and there he lay, gasping, as the Cyberman... Died, was the best way sephy could think of it.
She dragged him to his feet, motioned to the woman and ran for it, before another one of those... things came.
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'STOP!' shouted the Doctor, after they were two blocks away. He seemed to be having a terrible time trying to breathe.
'Here, turn around.' Said the girl. The woman hung behind, petting the caat.
The girl placed one ear on his back.
'Breathe.'
'I am.'
'Shut up.'
She listened intently.
'Theres nothing wrong, just possibly you need to be more fit. Why not join the cross-country team?'
The Doctor looked at her with death in his eyes. She threw up her hands
'Just a suggestion. now, You've got a lot of explaining to do.'
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:59 am
"I've got a lot of explaining to do?" he cried, looking indignant, "What about you, Miss... Sephraelia, isn't it? Don't act the innocent, your knives somewhat gave it away! I've been waiting for you to spring something. So tell me, just how much is the extinguishing of my life worth these days?"
"You think I'm being paid to assassinate you?" Sephy said, angry too, "I just saved you! I could have let the Cyberman do my work for me, if I'd wanted you dead..."
"Ha! Not quite that simple though is it? You'd want me recognisable - and with another two incarnations to go that isn't going to happen here on Earth, with a pocket full of throwing knives..."
"What? You thought I was going to wait until I ran into a space freezer or something? Perhaps you thought I was going to trick you into hibernating, so I could keep you all nice and preserved until I got you to my employers? Please!"
"It's happened before..."
They were at a stand-off, each glaring at the other. The woman stood behind them, cat in her arms.
"I'm sorry..." she said, smiling apologetically, "But could you please tell me who you are... and what just attacked us?"
Doctor and assassin turned to stare at her. Then the Doctor rolled his eyes and held out a hand.
"I'm the Doctor," he said as she shook his hand politely, "And you really don't want to know her name. It will only cause you misery, regret, torment and annoyance!"
"I see..."
Sephy caught the woman's eye, glared pointedly at the Doctor and then looked back.
"I'm Sephy. What I just disposed of was a Cyberman."
"A... robot?"
"Very good!" said the Doctor, with a humourless smile, "Though only half-right. They're your long-distant cousins... but I haven't got time to go into that right now. There were 3 cybermen in the Time Pod that crashed here... and we've only dealt with 2."
"Oh dear... that woman's still lying in the alley."
"Woman?"
"She was the one who screamed and I came running to help. She might be hurt."
"We'd better go then..." The Doctor grabbed her arm as she turned to go, "Wait wait wait! You can't go yet. You haven't even introduced yourself!"
"Rika," she said, "Rika Bailey-Ward. Nice to meet you."
"Bailey-Ward?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "What a strange name."
"My parents couldn't decide whose surname was better..."
"Can we please get going?" Sephy brushed past them, pulling a dagger from her belt, "It could be miles away by now... and you and me have business to finish Doctor."
"Quite."
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They got to the back-street. The woman was still lying there, unconscious, but when they checked her pulse it was steady.
"I'll call for an ambulance..." said Rika, digging around for her phone.
"Good," said the Doctor, "And when you've done that wait here and don't move. We're going after that Cyberman..."
She stared at him for a minute and then nodded. Sephy and the Doctor walked to the hole in the fence where the second Cyberman had launched his attack.
"Through here?" Sephy didn't wait for a response - she simply slipped silently through the hole. Inside, they were stood at the end of someone's garden.
Mostly it was paved in grubby concrete blocks but along one side, near the back door, was a small flower patch - crushed and mangled by something heavy in large boots. Next to the crushed flowers the boards of the fence had been torn away, leaving a man sized hole. They went through this and 3 more until they were in the last garden on that row of flats. It was larger and went round a corner into darkness.
"Have you got a torch?' said the Doctor, looking nervously into the shadows - a grimy, rubbish strewn corner where the street lamps didn't reach.
"No," Sephy glanced at the Doctor, "How can you be sure this is where the third Cyberman went? This could just be the way that the others came in..."
"Footprints went the wrong way. Besides, they landed in that first garden. The time-pod was in the corner."
"What? Why didn't you say!"
"Didn't want you getting any funny ideas about time travel. Anyway, it's smashed to bits. Won't do anyone any good now."
"I've done plenty of time travelling thank you very much! I don't need any Cyberman junk for that. I only came here to find you."
"How? How did you come here?"
"That's none of your business..."
"I beg to dif..." he stopped as there was a noise from the dark corner. Something was stirring.
"You first," he said, nudging her forwards.
"No chance..."
"I was being hopeful..." he sighed and brought out his sonic screwdriver, switching it to torch mode. The beam was small but bright. He pointed it towards the shadows, scanning along horizontally, revealing heaps of old newspapers and plastic juice bottles as well a squirming, writhing heap of rats.
"Knives at the ready..." he mumbled.
As he came to the far side something suddenly moved behind them. They spun round just in time to see the huge figure of a Cyberman dashing back through the fence and into the gardens.
"Damn!"
The Doctor sped off, Sephy close behind him. They leapt through the fences and sprinted across worn-out lawns but their target was surprisingly fast for his species. He was a garden ahead when he turned towards the hole into the alley-way...
"Rika's still there!" The Doctor shouted, putting on a burst of speed he hadn't thought he could manage. He skidded round at a right-angle as he reached the concreted garden, just in time to hear a robotic bellow and the sound of someone yelling...
The Doctor burst through the hole in the fence - Sephy nearly on top of him in the rush - and saw the Cyberman leaping forwards, as if to crush it's target. Before he could move something suddenly exploded through the Cyberman's back. It was the tip of his own sword, cutting a clean strike through the heart - or whatever inhuman equivalent the Cyberman had. It slumped, held just off the ground by the sword. There was a grunt from beneath it and it was pushed to one side, landing in a heap, the sword still stuck through it's chest - and Rika's hands still wrapped round the sword.
"Sorry!" she said, eyes wide with shock, hands still shaking a little, "I just wanted a look at it! It's such a nice sword!"
She was staring at the foam oozing out of the Cyberman's chest. It's joints and head hissed as they emptied.
"Gold," said the Doctor, his voice softer and a little more sympathetic, "Cost me a pretty penny. I'm glad someone thought to pick it up..."
He took it from her hands, tugged it gently from the Cyberman's corpse and once more wiped it down with his hankerchief.
"You called for an ambulance?"
Rika nodded, silently handing back the wooden sheath she'd left lying on the ground.
"Good. I'll clear up and then I'd better be off..." he gave a sly glance back in Sephy's direction to see if he had any chance of giving her the slip but she hadn't been distracted by the Cyberman's death - her eyes were fixed firmly on the Doctor. He sighed and started patting his pockets.
"Gold, gold, gold..."
He eventually found what he was looking for. It was a black velvet pouch. He opened it to reveal a heap of sparkling dust. He let Rika have a look before he began sprinkling it liberally across the corpses of the 3 Cybermen that were lying, spread-eagled on the ground. They hissed as the dust made contact.
"And with that I can say goodbye to another miserable chapter in my life..."
Sephy looked at him.
"What about the Time Pod?"
The Doctor smiled.
"Oh I dealt with that ages ago. Why do you think they crashed?"
He turned and strolled back towards the main road. After a moment's thought, Sephy and Rika followed. If they had taken the time to look inside the concrete garden again as they passed, they would have seen a small, round pod - just about big enough for 3 very angry Cybermen - gradually caving in on itself, before melting into a bubbling, metallic puddle.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 12:12 pm
When the Doctor rounded the corner to the alley where his TARDIS was parked he was annoyed to find the two humans still following him. He got to the door, unlocked it and turned.
"I'm leaving now, please stop following me!"
Sephy grinned a humourless grin.
"You know that's not going to happen. I've been sent to keep an eye on you.
He glared at her, then turned his glare to Rika.
"And what do you want?"
She shrugged. She really didn't know - all she could think was that she had just had the most exciting adventure in her entire life and, although pretty much any adventure was more adventure than she'd ever had, she craved even more...
"Go home!"
He turned and ran into the TARDIS but the two women beat him to it, squeezing past him on either side and causing him to spin round. Steadying himself on the doorframe, he felt something else brush past at ankle height. He looked down to see the intelligent tabby cat hurrying across the floor to the TARDIS console.
"I don't keep pets!" he shouted, before rounding on the others, "And that goes for you two too. No pets. No visitors. No friends. No family. No-one... except me. Understand?"
Sephy stood her ground, silent. He stormed over to Rika. The girl was staring round the TARDIS, a look of amazement on her face. He growled.
"I may not be able to deal with her - yet - but you're certainly not threatening me into anything..."
Grabbing her shoulders, he began pushing her towards the door. As politely as she could manage, she dug her heels into the floor.
"This is amazing!" she said, almost oblivious to his attempts to remove her, "I thought it must be mirrors at first... but this is really real, isn't it? Some sort of spaceship maybe... are you a robot too?"
"Of course not!"
Sephy watched the Timelord's struggle with amusement. This only made him angrier.
"Get out! GET OUT!"
They'd reached the door now and Rika had placed both her hands either side of the frame.
"Please..." she said, "Let me stay! I won't be any trouble!"
"Ha! Where have I heard that before?"
Their fight was interrupted by a sudden creaking, groaning noise. The Doctor looked up, startled.
"That's not possible!"
The doors began to close as the Doctor turned to the console. A particularly smug cat was sat there, a paw on the door control.
"You..." The Doctor stammered, furious and confused, "You... you flea bag! Do you know what you've done?"
The crystals were rising and falling faster and faster. The Doctor rushed over - brushing the cat aside as he tried to stop the take-off... but it was too late.
"No no NO!" he bashed the controls with his fists, "And I melted that damned ship... I might never get back now!"
As he stopped his beating of the controls, there was a moment of awkward silence. The two companions stared at the Doctor, one quietly amused, one guilty. Rika raised a hand as the Doctor slowly turned round, shadows over his eyes.
"Does this mean I can stay?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:17 am
Sephy barely concealed a smile. one hand was playing along the controls, punching in some random co-ordinates, the other was absently petting sabbalom.
'I never would have tried to kill you if i'd known...' she began
'SHUT UP!' Roared the Doctor.
'SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Don't you DARE give me that. You, you and your knives and blades and swords and guns,'
'I don't use guns,'
'And you stroll in, nearly KILL me, come back later, stroll into MY TARDIS, and expect me to just forget everything?' His voice became dangerously quiet.
'I Hate you. I've never hated any creature that is not a robot, but you. Assassins. Terrible people. You all just live to kill. And you're heartless. You'd have to be.'
'I'm not...' She had lost her cockiness now, and was looking down at her toes. The caat jumped onto her shoulder and mewed mildly.
'Oh yes, you are.'
'It's not like that... I left. Years ago. After that... incident.'
'So you lied.'
'About being sent? Yes. About being here to protect you? No.'
'Um, could i just say...' Began the woman
'NO!' shouted the Doctor. he planted both hands on the control panel, bowing his head wearily.
'This is too much.'
Sephy put one hand on his shoulder. He turned around and hit her with his walking stick.
'Get off me.' He spat.
'As you wish.'
Sabbalom hissed.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 2:20 am
((I made a mistake. I called Sabbalom a girl to start with..should I change it?))
She jumped off Sephy, the walking stick having almost hit her and launched herself at the Doctor, landing on his shoulder. She had a reproachful air about her as if riprimanding the Doctor for his treatment of Sephy.
"She tried to KILL me!" He protested, only to be answered with a silent stare.
"Well..okay, maybe she's not heartless.." He looked at the caat.
"How do I know? Well..I suppose I don't know that..but she did try to kill me, and that's not good among anyone!"
It continued like this, a conversation with Sabbalom where no other prson could distinguish what the caat said. it almost sounded like the Doctor was having a one way debate with himself.
Sephy hid another smile and turned to the woman. She almost laughed at the expression on the woman's face. It was halfway between a scared look and an amused one. Sephy had to turn back around to stop herself from laughing and was presented with the Doctor, still argueing with Sabbalom. She turned to face the wall, taking long deep breaths.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 3:30 am
Timelady42 ((to those whom it may concern: This is in fact sephy, who is my RP character for everything (except for the one where i'm Ace.) )) ((Speaking of Sephy, she's been pretty quiet in the other RP...)) The Doctor looked across the control. Already set... He glanced across to Sephy. And I bet I know who set them... "I don't suppose you'd like to tell me where we're going?" he said, fiddling with the dial on one of the monitors. Sephy turned round. A flash of guilt spread across her face. "How did you know...?" "Oh please! It was hardly a difficult choice between you and the cat - especially as you just admitted your guilt. Anyway, I'm not angry, just curious. Normally the TARDIS doesn't accept commands from anyone else. That means wherever we're going must be really interesting..." He lifted the caat off his shoulder and carried her over to his chair. Lifting his diary off the seat, he set the caat down. "I'll find you a litter tray later..." The caat gave him an un-amused look before proceeding to quietly clean herself. He turned back to Rika. "We're going to have a rather long wait. Long for me, at any rate. I don't suppose you know how to make a nice cup of tea?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 1:40 am
(( Then can you kill her for me? I really can't be stuffed with that one anymore...))
Sephy smiled (i Do seem to use that phrase a lot, don't I? or it seems that way...) and walked out of the control room.
'How do you like your tea?'
The Doctor looked taken aback for a second, and then settled.
'two sugars, no milk.'
'Interesing,' she turned to the Caat.
'Coming?'
He purred and trotted off after her.
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Minutes later, Sephy reappeared in the Library. The Doctor was sitting on a couch, reading. The woman was browsing the books, looking quite surprised at some of the strange languages displayed.
'Tea.'
The Doctor grunted and nodded towards a table in the middle of the room.
Sephy set down the tray, and put down a saucer of milk for the Caat, patting him as he lapped it up.
'Oh, sabbalom.'
The Doctor nearly fell off his seat.
'What?'
'Sabbalom. the Caat.'
'As in sabbalom Glitz?'
'Yes, that's his name. Of no realation to that idiot that drives the nosferatu.'
'Oh.'
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 3:49 am
Calming himself, the Doctor reached for his tea. After a few sips he glanced again at the caat.
"Is it yours?" he said, addressing Sephy.
She nodded and then shrugged.
"Sort of. Maybe."
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, still staring at the caat.
"My high opinion of you, Mr Sabbalom, has seriously diminished..."
Sephy rolled her eyes. There was a crash from behind the bookshelves and the Doctor leapt to his feet.
"What are you doing to my books?"
Rika appeared from behind the shelves, looking sheepish.
"I'm sorry, they just fell on me as I was passing..." she was nursing a bump on her head with one hand, whilst in the other she held a small, red, leather-bound book, "I caught one of them!"
"Infernal humans..." he muttered, before the room gave a slight shudder and he heard the sound of the engines groaning in the distance.
"We're landing. Follow me - and don't wander off."
Quietly excited, the others followed him back to the console room.
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