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genessia2018-11-08 04:47 am
nevercruel) wrote in genessia2018-11-08 04:47 am
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!
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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That's assuming you can get all of them- or all of you, I guess- to work together. They don't usually hang out together that much.
Anyway, I know that the guitarist Doctor has a job teaching at Attleton university, and I'm about 90% sure that pinstripes works at Torchwood, which has its HQ in Everglade, so you could check those places to start with. Come to think of it, the folks at Torchwood would probably be able to give you a lot more reliable directions to them than I could, so it might actually be good to hit them up first.
But honestly? If you were hoping to use this ship of yours to get out of here, I'm afraid it's not likely to work. All the other Doctors have been here for months, at least. If getting back home was as simple as finding the right ship to do it in, they would have done it by now.
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You'd be surprised. We try our best to avoid crossing our own paths, but it's happened more often then you would think. We'll grump and gripe and insult each other to death, an' then after we get it out of our system, we-...wait.[No, this couldn't be right. He was talking about them being there as if it were old news, like they'd been there-...
Her nose curled as the reality of it hit her, the smug look evaporating into suspicion and confusion as she listened. And then, when the other shoe fell, her mouth fell open in disbelief.]
Months?! No, that's not possible, there's no way they've been here for months! At the very least, the paradox of it could potentially destabilize the fabric of time after so long! [Her hands began gesticulating wildly, as if she were unable to contain the way the information made her brain kick into overdrive and had to release the energy physically to leave her thoughts more room to figure out what it all meant.] There's a reason we don't meet unless we have absolutely no choice! A single day every few hundred years doesn't put too much strain on things, but much more then that, and the potentiality for things to go wrong increases exponentially! And two of us meeting in one place is dangerous enough as it is, but four!? If I had any doubts before, I am certain now that something is very, very wrong!
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But you might want to take a deep breath there. I mean yeah, waking up in a creepy, metal coffin-pod-thing in a strange place where it turns out there are already a few different versions of you is definitely a legitimate reason to freak out. But I think whoever designed how this place works thought of the whole paradox thing already.
Everybody who gets un-kidnapped gets put back exactly where and when they started from so as not to mess with their timelines. And it wouldn't surprise me if we were all kind of... suspended, while we're here. That is, I'm not sure if people here really age or anything. So as much as I tend to agree that something really weird is going on here, you're probably OK on the paradox front.
[Or at the very least, the world hadn't exploded yet.]
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Oh, trust me, the wakin' up in a metal coffin-pod isn' the weirdest thing I've been through, my entire life is made of weird. It's just...the sheer energy needed for what they're doin' here alone has to be astronomical! Pullin' people from different places, different timezones, lockin' us out of our timelines...! [She stops short, her eyes going wide, and she takes a moment to quickly check her pulses. Still going strong, both of them. And then the pacing starts again.] No, not that. But still could be, maybe it's the council. But to what end?!? None of this matches up with anything Rassilon has ever done, an' after the last time they did somethin' like this to me, I doubt they'd try an' bring more of me together, even for another trial...! Still might be Time Lord technology. Maybe the Master. Oh, I hope it's not them...Not again. Oooh, I hate not knowin'!!!
[Yes, she may be panicking just a little, but where some people would shut down, hyperventilate, run away, her brain was going a million miles an hour. Give her a bit, she may burn herself out once she hits a brick wall of no answers.]
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Well I can't say I know who any of those people you mentioned are, but I can tell you that if they have anything to do with this place, they haven't shown their faces. The nearest anybody's come to the actual forces running this place are spirits- one per city- that have shown up in the past on a few occasions when there's some disaster that the people here can't fix on their own. I've never seen them myself, but there's enough evidence that I don't doubt they're around.
Short of causing catastrophic damage to something keeping the city's running and protected, though, I don't know that there's any way to make them turn up for a conversation. And that's really not advisable for a lot of fairly obvious reasons.
As for the energy thing though... what if we <>are the energy? And I don't mean stuff like body heat and all that. See, where I'm from hearts- the part of a being that lets them feel emotions, connect with people, and that basically holds the essence of everything they are- have a lot of power. Put enough of them together and you get reality-changing amounts of power, in fact. Twice now it's been tried in my world, both times by very nasty customers who extracted the hearts of individuals or of worlds and tried to used the collected hearts- called Kingdom Hearts- to basically make themselves all powerful.
They did this by extracting those hearts- a very nasty process in a number of ways-, but what if the people running this place are trying to something similar, just without the extracting? What if it's all our hearts powering... whatever it is that they're doing here? That way, bringing in more people would offset some of the power it would take to do it, and ensure that there was a steady supply for later.