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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:13 pm
He raised his eyebrows. Clones? Of himself. ...oh, this wasn't going to end well, he could tell. There was a reason his people didn't really procreate that often, and he was sure he exemplified that when he got really energetic about something. Such as fixing the TARDIS. "But...more hands are useful than just the one..." The Doctor murmured.
"Right, you lot!" He announced to the Doctor clones, jumping up and rocking on his feet in front of them, leaving Austin to deal with his own. "She's got injuries," Not damages. Living creature after all. "To the Time Rotor," He gestured to the pump above the console, "several of the components beneath the console, and..." He held up a bicycle pump. "The vortex loop control is obviously a smidgen out of place." He chucked it at the closest Doctor and turned to Austin.
"If one of the lower console panels should break off - DO. NOT. LOOK. INTO. THE. LIGHT." He said firmly, a 'no arguments or I'll slap you with a chunk of something unpleasant' tone in his voice. "It's her heart down there, and it'll make your brain burn from the inside out." ...well, not really, but it was damn well close enough anyway.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:23 pm
Austin smiled, nodding.
"I won't look. Alright guys! I want you to team up with your own Doc and help them in any way they should ask!"
The clones nodded, then paired up with a doctor and continued to follow their partner to different places. Austin followed the real Doc, seeming a rather happy and sad at the same time. On one note, he was happy to be able to help Doc. On the other hand, if things went smoothly, it meant Doc would probably be leaving soon. Oh well...People come and go. So he shrugged his shoulders and followed Doc to a console, cracking his fingers silently.
"Right. Now, what do you want me to do?"
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:30 pm
He mused for a second, scratching his head. "Well, now I'm not entirely sure. You've just saved me a lot of time and work, and they'll probably be able to sort most of it. ...well, provided they don't all act exactly like me and get sidetracked." He said, musing aloud. "Weren't we doing something earlier...oh, what was it..." The Doctor clicked his fingers, and grinned. "Oh, right! Your room!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:38 pm
"My room? Well...yeah. Now i recall. We were headed towards my room so i could snatch some toys to carry around. You think they can take care of themselves?"
Austin neared the door, looking slightly worried at the two companies in large numbers.
"Meh...Nevermind. If they hurt themselves, they'll disappear. Ready to go?"
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:43 pm
"Of course!" The Doctor replied, all smiles. "Which is why I suggested it. Now, lead on~!" He bounced out of the TARDIS, trusting the clones to do what they were meant to do, (even if they didn't, at least one Doctor might have the sense to stop the chaos. Or at least keep the ship from exploding), and safely locked said beings in as soon as Austin had cleared the doorway.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 9:45 pm
As the Doctor re-entered the TARDIS after essentially ditching Austin, he saw that the clones had all disappeared. "So much for his advanced..." The Time Lord muttered, before shaking his head and pulling out his Sonic Screwdriver and marching up to the control panel. The readings did show that something was wrong, but it wasn't in this room. 'Typical.' He thought - of course, it'd be in one of the many hundreds of possible areas.
"Well, best get started then." He said, clapping his hands together, walking down the ramp and through to the corridor.
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The Doctor made his way through the corridors, past the bins, under the staircase on the left. The problem wasn't in the Zero Room, the medical bay, nor the wardrobe...it wasn't anywhere. There was only one place that this temporal or spacial discrepancy could be - her room. He frumped, and walked hesitantly down the corridor that led to that forbidden room.
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:41 pm
The Doctor walked up to the TARDIS gingerly. The blue, 50s British police phone box looked entirely out of place, and yet wholly at home on the roof of the building. He reached into his top jacket pocket again, and pulled out a small silver key - the one key he would never misplace - sliding it into the lock and turning it with a click. He didn't stop to look and see if the trio were actually behind him as he pushed the doors open and trotted inside.
Throwing his coat over the railing on the right, the alien all but pranced up the ramp to the console in the center of the room. The ship itself was still in a state of disarray since it had crashed into this dimension - panels were askew, more wires than usual hung about the place - it was a sort of controlled chaos. The gratings on the floor were, at the very least, all in place, so that no hapless person might fall inside. The Doctor turned around and faced the doors, leaning against the console, and waited for the trio to come in. He wondered which of them would state the obvious first. 'Oh, it's bigger on the inside, gosh and golly!' He thought, a twinge sarcastically to himself. It did get a bit old after several centuries, after all. Maybe this lot would be different - it was a school for the gifted, after all. ...then again, probably not.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:47 am
Chris was a tad shocked, but then again he -was- only a -tad- shocked. Sort of like when someone jumps out at you. You jump too, but you're not really...weirded out.
After all, he'd just finished quite the pear.
He strolled in, let his eyes wander about the place and followed Docter's course of movement up to the central platform. He was tossing the pear core into the air and catching it as he went, absentmindedly, of course. Why put brain power into juggling a pear when there's insane mechanical euphoria on all sides of you?
"Hey, Doc," he whispered inobtrusivly as he neared the quirky fellow, "what do you want me to do with this?" In reference to the spent core of uncanny fruit.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:20 pm
Vivian brought up the rear, for it seemed that the purple streaked girl had not accompanied them. The vampire was quite alright with that, and really just ready to see this ship. She didn't care about the beach and she didn't entirely care about setting her bag down either. It wasn't as if she really found it particularly heavy. But, it was a slight hindrance, and a perfect excuse to venture into the Doctor's home.. ship... thing.
As they'd left the cafeteria, she had opened up her black umbrella and once more hidden herself beneath it, casting the bright sky a rueful look as they'd passed under it. When they reached the curious little booth, the umbrella was folded back up, but carefully, done as she inched backwards into the door, so that at no moment was the sunlight allowed to touch her face or fingers. She really ought to get some proper gloves, but she hated the feeling of her hands being confined.
Once she was safe inside, she finally turned to actually see what she'd backed into. It was quite the sight, and certainly large enough for three people. From the outside one would think differently. Her eyes widened for a second, but her face was mostly concealed, and as with the idea of time travel, she took this oddity in stride as well. For her first question was not of the size, or any of the other curious thoughts in her head about the wires and the general disarray of the area. Instead, she got right to the point. "Where shall I set my bag?"
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:30 am
The Doctor smiled as they walked up the ramp, noting both Vivian's interesting way of entering and the lack of the third member of their group. The humanoid was secretly pleased that they didn't go on about it being bigger on the inside, his initial hopes of them being beyond that proven true. It was a bit humbling, though, now that he thought about it. 'Ah well.' Hearing Chris' question, he grabbed a hook from the console and slipped it into one of the grates, seemingly at random, lifting it up. "I've got a bin in here somewhere..." He thought aloud, slipping down underneath the floor for a moment, only coming up to set all manner of things on the flight deck. "B for book, basketball, Boston Pops...aha!" He lifted an ordinary household trash can out and set it on the closed grating. "Bin!" He let Chris do with that what he liked, grimacing with disdain because he'd rather not be anywhere near that pear, mostly eaten or not.
"And, as for you, Miss Vivian..." He moseyed over to her and went to do the gentlemanly thing of escorting her bags somewhere for her, (he'd sooner just leave them there, but one of the wires might set it aflame, or he'd trip over it and sprain his ankle - for the fifth time since he'd been here - and that just wouldn't do), but when he made to snag it from her, he realized it was a smidgen heavier than the woman had made it seem...as the bag dropped straight to the floor the instant he took it, landing with an unceremonious crashing noise, which dragged the Doctor down with it. "...or not." He muttered, sheepishly. "What've you got in here, bricks?"
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:48 pm
Vivian's eyes followed his movements about the area, watching his disorderly search for a trash bin. She'd expected something a bit more elaborate or technological than what he finally did retrieve, but she supposed a trash bin was a trash bin, despite the time period it came from. Then, the attention was back upon her.
She nodded and started to move forward to head wherever he'd indicate. She didn't expect him to try and snag the bag away from her. "Ah, it's a bit-" she began, pausing as he finished the sentence for her. It was heavy, her show of hauling it around highly misleading. He'd found that out the hard way, and caused her to cringe in the process as the bag thudded to the floor. "...not quite," she murmured, her eyes peering down at him as she moved forward to take it back. "But there are some breakable items within," she added, her fingers reaching to curl back around the handles. "If you would guide me to the proper area, I can bring it there. If you're worried about me touching something I shouldn't, there is no need."
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:49 pm
Chris, on the other hand, was behind Docter, and bending over to touch something that was blinking. On Vivian's statement, he froze, turned...and locked eyes with her. He smiled sheepishly, then stood back up ramrod straight.
"Uh, me neither. I won't touch anything."
However, he was content to follow to wherever. He didn't have much of a destination in mind, and people were people, he supposed. Meeting them was fun.
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:12 pm
"May as well be bricks." He murmured, cringing. The Doctor supposed that it made sense that the bag was heavy, if one were moving to a new place, they'd have stuff, and not everyone had trans-dimensional pockets like him. "If I've just broken anything, I can fix it. Probably." He added, sheepishly. He wondered where she should set her stuff - off to the side, hope for the best? Or maybe... He turned around, and walked back up the ramp, quirking his eyebrow in warning at Chris as he went. "Touch the wrong button and you could send us back in time, jam us in a wall or straight into a black hole...or blow up Denmark. ...or lose your left ear." The alien grinned a tad manically, like he'd done one (or three) of those before himself.
He circled round the console and down a ramp on the other side, to a singular hallway, peeking his head into the first door on the left. It wasn't the room he was hoping it would be, so he quickly shut the door again. "Don't fancy a swim at the minute, no..." He paused for a moment before opening the same door again, and disappeared inside. It was now one of many storage rooms, with several cases of luggage stacked inside, with a simple hat box resting on top. The Doctor started, freezing mid-step, his gaze suddenly weary and ancient - it was his last companion's belongings, Donna, his brilliant, clever super-temp...gone now. He had hoped it wouldn't be this one, hoped his ship had known better, but there was no helping it now, and Chris and Vivian would doubtlessly be along in a minute.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 1:12 am
Vivian peered levelly back at Chris, as if her statement about touching had purposely doubled as a warning to him. She was quite the observant type, and his reaching hadn't escaped her eye. Her gaze then shifted back to the doctor, and she hoisted the heavy bag once more as if it were weightless, and quickly strode after the Doctor, skirt of her dress swishing around her heels. She tucked both her bag and umbrella close to herself as she walked, wary of bumping either against something she shouldn't, less something decided to explode, of her ear did manage to vanish from the side of her head.
For the most part she kept silent, observing as she trailed at a slight distance, her eyes darting around to this and that. She paused when the man before her did, and lingered back as he opened a door and closed it, and waited for him to carry on. Instead he opened it again, and this time deemed it fit to enter. Had the contents inside changed? From his comment, it sounded like it'd contain a pool or something of the like. But instead, it seemed to be a storage room, with contents already held within. She regarded them quiet, stored away the man's response to the sight, and avoided the question that came up instantly. Everyone had things they'd rather not discuss, much less to near strangers they'd only just met. "Shall I just set it down anywhere?" she asked gently, her voice a tad softer than usual.
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Ketsueki Yuki Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:09 am
The Doctor swallowed, trying to get a grip on himself. "Yeah, anywhere's fine." He breathed quietly, turning away from the ordinary, troublesome cases. The tawny haired man squared his shoulders and smiled as best he could, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Did I ever mention what my ship is called?" He asked suddenly, after a few moments of silence, looking at Vivian. "TARDIS. Stands for 'Time and Relative Dimension in Space'. Not so much in space anymore...or time, really. Not since I arrived here, at any rate! In fact, I think the 'dimension' is a bit dodgy at best at the moment, too. I mean, she's in this dimension certainly, and the dimension that makes her larger on the inside obviously works to a certain extent, but she must be a bit off at the moment, but definitely somewhat working!" He laughed a slightly manic laugh, jamming his hands quickly into his pockets, stepping back to lean against the wall. He felt a bit like he was spinning - he had no idea why, it was just suitcases after all, just silly little suitcases, there were far more sentimental things to get excited over - he needed something to latch onto, some sort of something to snatch his mind and get him to focus. Once they got out of here, once they got out and were doing something...He shut his eyes and took a subtle, deep breath. If he wasn't careful, his breathing and the beating of both of his hearts would accelerate, his breath would hitch, and he'd induce a panic attack...something a bit too human for his liking.
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