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vatheon2012-11-24 07:39 pm
thelastgallifreyan) wrote in vatheon2012-11-24 07:39 pm
The Doctor Arrives (again)
Who: The Doctor and You
Where: Standard Plaza Drop
When: Late Morning, just before Noon, November 24th
Style: Brackets preferred but I'll match
Status: OPEN
[A rather damp man in a tweed dress jacket and red bow-tie suddenly appears in the plaza next to the corral.
He spins around quickly, observing and taking in the scene before him in a rush of information.
He runs his hand through his hair nervously only to discover that it is wet.]
I'm wet. [He brings his hand down from his head and inspects it. Sniffs it. Then tastes it.]
Correction. [He looks down at the rest of himself and flaps his jacket out a few times as if to get rid of the excess liquid. He begins to straighten his bow-tie.] I'm soaked... [There is a pause.] with salt-water.
And I'm inside a bubble under an ocean next to an enormous piece of coral.
Ooookay. [He claps his hands together and tilts his head to one side and then the other.]
No TARDIS in sight. [He checks his pockets.] Sonic accounted for, that's good. [He removes his sonic screwdriver and takes a reading. There is a green light and an electric buzzing noise for a few seconds. It turns off and he flips the device up to his eyes to inspect the data.]
Well I haven't mis-aimed. There is certainly something odd about this place.
[He places the sonic screwdriver back in his waterlogged pocket.]
So here's a question. [He continues to talk to himself and walks in a semi-circle around the coral.]
Why does this feel oddly familiar?
Where: Standard Plaza Drop
When: Late Morning, just before Noon, November 24th
Style: Brackets preferred but I'll match
Status: OPEN
[A rather damp man in a tweed dress jacket and red bow-tie suddenly appears in the plaza next to the corral.
He spins around quickly, observing and taking in the scene before him in a rush of information.
He runs his hand through his hair nervously only to discover that it is wet.]
I'm wet. [He brings his hand down from his head and inspects it. Sniffs it. Then tastes it.]
Correction. [He looks down at the rest of himself and flaps his jacket out a few times as if to get rid of the excess liquid. He begins to straighten his bow-tie.] I'm soaked... [There is a pause.] with salt-water.
And I'm inside a bubble under an ocean next to an enormous piece of coral.
Ooookay. [He claps his hands together and tilts his head to one side and then the other.]
No TARDIS in sight. [He checks his pockets.] Sonic accounted for, that's good. [He removes his sonic screwdriver and takes a reading. There is a green light and an electric buzzing noise for a few seconds. It turns off and he flips the device up to his eyes to inspect the data.]
Well I haven't mis-aimed. There is certainly something odd about this place.
[He places the sonic screwdriver back in his waterlogged pocket.]
So here's a question. [He continues to talk to himself and walks in a semi-circle around the coral.]
Why does this feel oddly familiar?
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Aaaaahhh. So that's where this is. Or where I am. [He corrects himself.]Where we are.
Of course that doesn't quite cover all of it, does it? I'm not entirely sure where here is. The name seems a bit familiar, but the mind is a bit foggy still. I'm not at my best when water-logged. [He's half talking to himself and half-talking to the woman who just spoke.
He wipes his finger across the ground and licks it.
He smacks his lips together.]
That's odd. I can't quite place it.
[He looks at her inquisitively, now fully talking to her.]
Do you happen to know what year it is?
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And... still is, more or less; she's not even sure how to answer anything he's saying.
Also wow, he's really weird.]
Well, some people show up and then leave. I guess they could come back, too...?
[But then he's talking to her and she's at a loss, eyes wide. Well, he's definitely not from her world. Eheh...]
I... don't think me telling you the year would help much.
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And why is that?
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'Cause... we're pretty obviously not from the same world.
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[He looks almost like he's a little offended.]
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Well, no one in Aselia has clothes like yours, I have no idea what a "tardus" is, and the rest is just a hunch.
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T - A - R - D - I - S. It stands for time and relative dimension in space.
[He folds his arms, smirking a bit. She's right of course, but his pride at 'fitting in' in different places is wounded. Considering how little he fits in anywhere or anytime - it's a wonder he does have pride left to wound.]
Okay, so maybe we're not. But we still look mostly the same.
I might have a spare bow tie you can wear to make things even if you're lucky.
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TARDIS, then.
[Fitting in, in Vatheon, is pretty much hit or miss. They have a flying horse that talks, giant grey-skinned trolls, humans, half-elves, angels, elves--a whole host of races and cultures. So his ratio of failure to success is mostly irrelevant. But with the way he talks, Sheena has to wonder about him. She arches a brow, a sort of awkward smirk settling on his lips.]
I'll have to pass. But Vatheon's timeline I think runs a little differently from Aselia's, anyway.
[Back on topic.]
But the device you've been given might have the, I guess, local year. I always forget to check.
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That's a nifty little trick.
[He takes it out, checks it, and puts it back in his pocket.]
This place doesn't make any sense.
[He turns his attention on the ninja in front of him.]
That doesn't weird you out? Time doesn't feel right here.
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That's a nifty little trick.
[He takes it out, checks it, and puts it back in his pocket.]
This place doesn't make any sense.
[He turns his attention on the ninja in front of him.]
That doesn't weird you out? Time doesn't feel right here.