genessia | 01: Open to All!

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If someone had been standing in the small cave filled with the glowing water and a single silver cocoon, their first inclination that the occupant had awoken would have been the very loud BANG, followed by the muffled shout of pain that came from inside. When the Doctor woke up, at least in this body, she tended to do so immediately. Doing so while contained within a small, metal egg without first looking to make sure your head wasn't aimed directly for the lid was a quick way to give yourself one hell of a rude awakening.

She groaned, more in frustration then any actual pain, nursing her forehead for a moment before she looked up with bleary eyes, confusion worming it's way into her gaze as her surroundings became clear.

Alright, first thing; not the TARDIS. She couldn't feel the familiar vibrations, nor could she feel the telepathic connection that told her she was home. That was, obviously, her most immediate concern, but not the only one. Second thing; Ryan, Yaz, and Graham certainly couldn't fit into this tiny pod with her. Their own pods? Still on the TARDIS?

"Hullo? Guys?" She waited, listening, fifteen breaths, but no answer came. So, either not within earshot or able to hear her from outside the pod. She shifted where she lay, first noticing the soft silks that lined the thing. Meant for comfort? Or as decoration. The fact that the thing resembled some sort of coffin didn't go unnoticed, but she certainly didn't remember dying, not that her memory could be depended on 100% of the time. There had been enough times in the past when the Doctor had been caught unawares and not been able to remember it afterward.

The next thing, or things, she noticed were the items that tumbled from her chest as she moved, dropping onto the cushion beneath her. She frowned, shifting to reach for them and press against the top with her other arm, finding it easy enough to open, when one weren't bearing all of their weight and momentum into their forehead as they sat up abruptly. The lid of the thing removed, she clambered out, landing in ankle deep water, her nose curling as she felt it sinking into her boots and soaking her socks all the way through.

"Oh, lovely. The least you could have done would be to leave me a pair of wellies." She snatched the items from inside, tucking them under her arm as she turned to stare at the area around her, eyes dazzled as they adjusted to the dim light and the bright lights coming from the water itself. Huffing out indignantly at the realization that there were no other signs of her friends inside the small inlet she'd found herself in, she turned back to the pod, looking it over curiously, studying it for any markings or features that would indicate just who or what had created it. Nothing.

Not even a scan with the sonic was able to give her an inkling of its origin, and she sighed, tucking the tool back into her coat's breast pocket and wading through the water toward the nearby shore. Once she were somewhere dry, she could take a few minutes to survey the items that had been left for her in her metal, watery life-coffin.

[Video, some time later]

[The Doctor smiled brightly into the camera on the phone that she'd been so graciously left by who only knew, looking much happier then she felt, her head tilted curiously to the side.]

Hullo, Genessia! [She repeated the word a few times, testing different pronunciations. Hard G's, soft G's, long and short vowels. Eventually shook her head as if to clear it of the wayward thought.] Nevermind, I'm distracting myself, not important! I seem to have found myself on your lovely, glowing beach, missing my friends and my ship! I don't suppose any of you have seen any new, out of place blue police boxes out and about, by any chance? I'd be most appreciative if you could direct me there, if so.

Also, if any of you have seen three humans going by the names Ryan, Yasmine, or Graham, I'd be happy to know that they were safe and sound. They're under my protection, and I promised to get them home, safe and sound.

[She let the unspoken warning in her tone linger for a moment before grinning widely and waving.]

Anyway! Nice to meet you all! I'm the Doctor!

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[Had the question been fully asked, Rose would have explained while 12 was often tired and didn't want to keep going, 10 had been the more overtly suicidal one, but both of these were just compounded by Rose's guilt of choosing for him and Jack that torture beat death.]

[As it was, however, Rose was more than happy to brush it all aside like always, in favor of momentary joys, throwing herself in whole-heartedly.]

So ask me anything you wanna know! Torchwood run by me and Jack does no weapons, o' course, but the Haunted House generates fear for people that need to eat it to survive and it fuels the barrier. Five cities, all with archways or hates that connect to people's home universes. Magic is a totally real thing here, how mad is that? And you just missed Halloween where everyone got turned into different species. I was an angel and Guitarist was a ghost and said I wasn't any different. [Such a mild comment, but she will treasure it forever!]

Edited 2018-11-14 19:02 (UTC)

[Fairy Havenn wasn't so much a cafe as it was a bar, incredibly sturdy looking tables that still managed to look cracked and reinforced with iron from bar fights littered the pub. Since it wasn't quite lunch or dinner, it was rather empty save for a short white haired buxom barmaid cleaning glasses. When the two walked in she looked up, and immediately started up a pot of tea and a her frier.]

Welcome back Rose! I'll bring you some chips for you and your friend in just a minute.

[Of course... she had no way of knowing who Rose's new friend was, but she knew Rose well enough to know she wouldn't turn down chips, so they wouldn't go to waste and it saved time for Rose asking.]

Do you want anything besides chips and tea?

~~[Also RIP Mirajane I'm so sorry! XD]~~

[She listened dutifully as Rose led her inside, her mouth hanging open in something like awe, though her expression shifted in small ways with each new piece of information. Oh, yay! Jack's sworn off weapons?! That's lovely! Wait, there are creatures that feed off of fear? But Rose has it handled, wonderful Rose, she's so proud!] Magic! Like 'Leviosa' or like crooked noses and worts? [Ok, that was definitely something that caught her interest enough to interject excitedly. She may have been a thousands-years-old Time Lord, someone who'd seen all of space and time and held multiple doctorates in multiple multiple fields of science and engineering and history and cheese. But she was also an unabashed Harry Potter nerd. Read all the books, saw all the movies - all 48 of them - and owned a very small collection of toy wands because who could pass those up when they saw them???

Her nose wrinkled in amused disbelief, her head cocked back until her chin almost disappeared into her neck as she snorted]

Different species? I'm sad I missed that! Though is a Ghost a different species or simply a difference in phase state? A new type of energy? [And she smirked knowingly, leaning in just a little closer to put her free hand on Rose's arm.] My, my, if you've gotten him to give compliments, I'd have to say you're good for him. Not that I'm surprised, it's you.

[The sound of the other voice as they made their way through the bar finally distracted her from the information that was being thrown at her, and she looked up and around them from underneath the helmet she'd completely forgotten to remove, taking in the atmosphere of the place before she finally looked at the owner of the establishment.]

Oh, hullo! [She pulled away from Rose now, and her brain instantly began rapidfire checking everything she was doing as she approached the woman at an energetic clip. Be nice, she's Rose's friend, make a good impression, don't be awkward, people like small talk!] You must be Mirajane! Rose says you're like a sister to her! I'm the Doctor! [Does Mirajane like hugs? Because she's getting one whether she does or not. Bright smiles and wide eyes and arms wrapping around her in greeting before she's pulling away and looking at the bar again, her hands resting on her hips.]

Nice bar you have here, very shabby! Not many people like shabby, but I s'pose you do. Shabby bars. That's great! Tea and chips sounds lovely, do you have any biscuits? I love biscuits!

[And she just stands there, grinning as if she doesn't realize what just came out of her own mouth, or how most people would have taken it.]

Edited 2018-11-20 14:25 (UTC)

Hell-...o?

[Did she just say the Doctor? She can't be the Doctor! She must be Rose's sister pulling her leg, or maybe a cousin? Probably a little too young to be her mum she's talked so much about, and she's pretty sure Rose's mum wouldn't pull that particular practical joke after everything they'd been through. She's so shocked she doesn't even register the hug until it's already over and she's sort of opening and closing her mouth, trying to get words out like, how?

...

Shabby? Did she just call her bar shabby?

...

Okay never mind, it was definitely the Doctor.]

Hello Doctor... Past or Future? Compared to the other three or four we have here already.

[She's just... not even phased anymore. It was if insulting her bar was the Doctor's way of snapping her back to cold hard reality, and that yes... they were all terrible at making good introductions.]

Also I'll have you know, this bar was built by hand. So try to use a different adjective than shabby? Maybe rough around the edges, or quaint if you're looking for a one word description?

[She's just gonna... sigh and continue working on getting their tea and chips.]

Mind you, you're still more polite than old and grumpy or sad eyes. At least you seem to think it being 'shabby' as you might call it, as some great thing. Fairy Tail, our mage guild, is a rather rowdy bunch, so bar fights are a bit of a norm around here. Now when you say biscuits... you're British so you mean those crumbly pastries you have with tea right? Or do you mean the ones that are more like oven rolls?

Edited (because you went and asked about biscuits doctor xD) 2018-11-20 14:40 (UTC)

Dunno! [Giggles.] I was a gargoyle and Fluffy was a werewolf and Guitarist was a vampire the year before though!

[BASICALLY PREENS AT HEARING THAT THOUGH. HEEEEE.]

[And then... just laughs.] Chips and tea would be perfect, ta. And biscuits apparently.

[Takes one of the Doctor's hands and gives it a squeeze.] Fairy Haven is not shabby. It's my guild hall too, I'll have you know! [Shows off her guild mark again.] And Jack works here still!

[And apologetically to Mirajane:] Sorry, you know how the Doctor is. I promise, she's the nicest of him so far. After Guitarist. Bit of a relief, innit? [TROLLFACE.]

[She looks outright incensed for a second, on behalf of her past selves.] Werewolf and a Vampire?!? How did that work with our biology? [But then she seems to forget it the second it's out of her mouth, because she turns back to Mirajane and looks happily surprised again. She bounces on her feet, as if feeling the foundations of the wood floor underneath her, and is back to grinning brightly.]

Oh! Hand-built, like good, old-fashioned construction! 17th-century style? No, 18th. Maybe. I dunno, they all tend to get built the same way when it's done by hand, don't they? And as far as I can tell, I'm the oldest. At least, that is to say if by "old and grumpy" you mean "white-haired and Scottish," and that he is the eldest here before me. [She goes to point at her own head to emphasize "white-haired," and ends up jamming her finger against the helmet, reminding herself that it's on and fumbling with it for a moment before it's off, her hair mussed and sticking out in strange directions around her face now that it's free.

And then she's pointing at Mirajane energetically, bouncing between thoughts as if she hadn't even thought the previous ones.]

Quaint, yes, brilliant! [But then she looks confused for all of the blink of an eye. Crumbly??? Rolls?] OH! No, like a cookie, if you're American! Wafers? Confectionaries! Custard Cremes are my favorite, at least in this body.

[She looks so pleased at the thought of one of those tiny, tan-colored sandwiches of pure sugar that, with her energy, one might think she subsided on a diet of nothing but. But then she was looking back at Rose, as if insulted.]

And I beg your pardon, do you mean I'm the nicest after him??? I would most certainly beg to differ! Or wait, do you mean I'm the Doctor that comes after him? [All offense is gone again, replaced by confusion. And then her head whips back around to look at Mirajane again.] Hold on, wait, you just said Mage's Guild, didn't you? Like...Actual, proper magic! [And back to Rose, pointing at her, now, and marching over to her again. It seems as if the information overload has reached its peak, and now she's just spilling the information right back out as she takes it in, cataloguing it in her brain and making sense of it all. Manic and hyper and definitely in investigation mode.]

You said it was your guild, too? And Jack! Do you two do magic, now!?! That's amazin'!

Edited 2018-11-20 16:08 (UTC)

[Mirajane can't help it, she's just laughing so hard right now she's having a hard time keeping her balance and being completely upright. The way the doctor bubbles over like a pot set to boil and then someone decided to keep piling on ingredients... she's seen the doctor like this one or two times, but it's so much more charming with her. She's much less arrogant, and more like a curious child, it was one of the reasons she liked 11 more than 10 or 12, so maybe it just skipped a regeneration cycle?]

Yes we didn't use the kind of construction you might see in the more technologically advanced cities, we used hammers, nails, saws, axes, paint, the works! Yes, I meant the white haired Scottish one when I said old and grumpy. Cookies is a term I'm a bit more familiar with, but I don't think we have any custard right this moment. I'll have to ask one of our local pastry shops if they might be able to whip up something special for you, or maybe I'll try my hand at it if I go shop for the ingredients.

[That was quite a bit she explained all at once, wasn't it? She was just watching her all bemused as she started getting their bowl of chips ready and pouring their tea.]

Hmmhmmhmm~! You're actually the first doctor to ask me nicely about magic, so perhaps I'll give you a quick lesson. You two can eat and drink while I explain. Rose, you might want to pay attention too in case you'd like to tell the rest of your Doctors and friends, because I don't do seminars on magic every day, but since the bar is pretty empty today...

[She placed their bowl of chips right in the center of the table, two cups of steaming tea, a tea pot with more, and assorted sugars, creams, and yes even some tea cookies ranging from jammy dodgers, to chocolate chip.]

Alright class! Let me start by explaining what magic is to those of you who are less likely to believe in its existence.

[Like 3 of 4 doctors, am I right? Mirajane takes out a pen from her pocket and begin writing in the very air, and the bright yellow light from the pen seems to cling to the very air itself as if she were drawing on a blackboard.]

Magic is born from the very rock and soil of this land in tiny particles called ether or ethernano particles where I come from. Fayren has an abundance of these, but they can also be produced within certain individuals such as myself, and most of those born in my world. Magic is controlled with your very heart and soul, or for those of you who are too atheistic for such a view, your emotions and your strength of will. It requires a sharp mind and an active imagination to be able to do what you want with magic, and it can take years to master even one form of magic well enough to use it reliably.

[Mirajane's doodles aren't always the most helpful visual aids. Her drawing of the earth looks a bit like a field of flowers, and her drawing of the particles she spoke of were like stars, and she even doodled herself with stars inside of her.]

Now magic for a mage like myself is tied directly to my life force, and much like any form of work like running a mile or building a bar, it requires energy. Unlike the kind of energy you use to work your muscles, magical energy takes a bit longer for your body to process, so usually requires more time to refuel for some than it does for others. Natsu is a friend of mine who can cheat a little and is able to eat fire to replenish his magical energy, but in order for me to regain my magical energy I need to rest.

[She doodled a spiky haired boy eating something spiky, and then doodled herself on what appeared to be... a spider? Wait... four legs? It could be a headless cow? Or maybe a bed if you squint?]

Just like if you overwork yourself, if you overwork your magic it can have damaging effects to your health, but if you practice and work at it, you can surpass your previous limits and be able to use more magic than you could before. Now since neither of you were born in a magical world, it's quite possible that your use of magic will most likely need to come from the land itself, a bit like using a torch rather than a match. Are you with me all so far, and do you have any questions?

[Rose giggled SO MUCH MORE and was about to answer, but then Mirajane was on a roll, so Rose just led the Doctor to an intimate corner booth, and sat snuggled up to her.] You're the nicest, and you're after him. Two separate things. [Nods, before Mirajane takes out ACTUAL DRAWING BOARDS HOLY SHIT. Mirajane has been wanting to do this with/to the Doctor(s) awhile now, hasn't she?]

[Rose IS taking note... just probably not in the way Mirajane meant her to.]

My magic is Bad Wolf, and Jack's psychic. [Whispered to the Doctor.]

Fayren is magical, you can also ask Koishi about it sometime, she does bullet roses, like fireworks, and everyone says it's a lot easier here, and nearly impossible in Attleton. Permeable realities.

Everglade's barrier is fed on fear, so I thought maybe Fayren's was on belief, like Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, yeah? [Still whispering, and a headshake.] I think I'm wrong though. It's whatever the price of magic is. The people of Everglade don't mostly subsist on fear, just cause it. Follow?

[Shrugs. And as Mirajane opens to questions, Rose raises the free hand that isn't holding onto the Doctor's.] Show her your demon power! A cute one! Not a weird-head-one!

[The way Mirajane laughs at her just makes her stare, her smile still there but waiting patiently for her to regain her composure. It wasn't the usual response people had when they first met the Doctor, to be sure, and she wasn't so inept at social interactions that she didn't realize she'd done something to make an apparently good impression on the woman, but it also wasn't the first time something like that had happened, so she took it all in stride as Rose led her over to the booth.

Oh, and she was getting a snuggle in, too, apparently? Well she certainly had no complaints about that, wrapping her arm around Rose as she settled in against her and leaning into it like a lazy cat.]

That's good, that! There's not enough old fashioned construction still done in this century! It's all pre-made, crumbly boards an' paper walls. Doesn't last long, luckily enough, starts goin' to printed concrete an' polyurethanes, stuff that holds up better then the stuff in between! [She looked as if she were about to explain the difference between custard and the cream in custard cremes, but then Mirajane was placing the tea and biscuits down in front of her and had begun the small lesson in magic, and she was listening with rapt attention, her mouth hanging open curiously as she stared. And blindly patted around the table before she felt a bowl of sugar cubes, grabbing a small handful of them, poking bindly with one finger before it dunked itself into hot tea, and then dropping them inside the cup.

Mirajane would find her perhaps a more readily believing student then the other Doctors, aside from possibly the 11th, especially when she mentioned particles of energy. That small fact made her face light up in joyful fascination, like the look Einstein must have had when he had the epiphany that gave birth to the theory of relativity. The thought that there was an entire field of science in the woman's world that allowed for magic wasn't too far afield from the type of thoughts she might have had in the middle of the night, when she were considering the forces that might cause something to exist in so many of human fictions of strange, other worlds.]

So it's like magnetic migratory navigation in animals! Or telepathy in a species that can do it naturally! [Things that, to a 20th century human, would have been well within the realm of magic, but were absolutely real, and she would know.] That's amazin'! An' it certainly lends credence to what you been sayin', about different worlds. The laws of physics in one universe don' necessarily hold true for that in another, so somethin' that comes naturally for you might be literally impossible where we're from!

[She glanced back at Rose, her grin still stretching across her face.]

Which makes me wish I'd been able to ask you, when I was younger, if you'd ever noticed any differences in the laws that ran Pete's world! Though maybe from a 21st century standpoint, it might'a been hard to tell. Might have been somethin' too advanced for humans to notice yet. Or might'a been somethin' completely inocuous! Like maybe egg yolks always stay runny when they're cooked! You never know! [Her gaze went a little distant, though, and for a moment, the energy she exuded seemed to fade rapidly.] Though I guess we had more pressin' things on our minds back then...

[But then she focused sharply on Rose again, when the words she'd been whispering to her as Mirajane spoke finally caught up to her when the lesson had hit a lull, and there was obvious concern there. She didn't even try to hide it.]

Bad Wolf?!? Rose...no, that's not possible. [Whatever else she might have said was put on the back burner by the worry on her face as she turned in the seat, sitting up straighter to look her up and down before focusing intensely on her gaze, squeezing her hand. Searching. Rose would know why.]

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01: Open to All!

Ironically....

THREADJACK! YOU'RE ON HER TURF NOW, IT COUNTS!

I'm always up for a good threadjack! :V I've even jacked my OWN threads from time to time!

PFFT ILU

MOOSEY YOU STOLE MY TURN

Basically she just drops into a place like a tiny bomb. BOOM. WHAT? WHY THIS THING NOW?

1/2 Welp, Mirajane is just... going to answer all the raving questions cause that's how she do.

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AH HAH HAH HAH HAH I FINALLY TACKLED THIS ONE!