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Jun. 22nd, 2009 03:11 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Benign Smile)
[He almost doesn't give in to sleep, figuring he can put it off a while longer, but the past few days have been mentally draining for him. Battling one's own inner demons and fears can do that to you, especially if you've been avoiding them for hundreds of years. After seeing others nod off without a incident--and after turning over what he saw in the broadcast in his mind, compiling all that with what he's seen and heard so far about the Captain and Commander--he finally decides that perhaps he'll close his eyes for a short kip. Nothing too long; just enough to renew some of his mental energies.

When he awakes, however, he expects to see the expanse of the library, shelves lined with holobooks and the like, but instead finds himself looking on a sight he hasn't seen in nine months.]


Now I'm finally where I belong )

θ 41

Jun. 18th, 2009 04:21 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Uh oh)
[Well, this is a little different than he expects. There's the Doctor waking up in a very normal cubicle, in a very normal office building, and next to a stack of very boring and normal papers--order forms, VATs, etcetera--what's that? Oh yes, those are bills. Plain, old, ordinary bills. He's even wearing a grey suit that's cut a little looser than his normal ones.

He picks some of them up, flipping through and seeing names of companies he doesn't recognise, but they're all for ordinary utilities and the like--things he doesn't have to pay for in the TARDIS. Swivelling in his black office chair now, he looks around his very plain, grey cubicle. There's nothing on the walls, not even a photograph or calendar, only a placard with the name "John Smith" pressed into the plastic in white lettering.]


How disappointing. I thought I was far more creative than that! Not even a single--

[Suddenly, the phone rings, interrupting that train of thought. Eyeing it, he picks it up cautiously and presses the receiver to his ear, but before he can even open his mouth, the person on the other line begins to speak, making his eyes widen in shock.]

'Will you walk in to my parlour,' said the Spider to the Fly... )


[ooc: Um, I'm so, so sorry for the tl;dr. I don't blame you if you don't read it all... Just skip to the end for the fun bits? >.>;]

θ 40

Jun. 15th, 2009 01:10 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-You gave me no choice)
[when the Sphere turns on, it shows him sitting in an office somewhere on Level 12, hands covering his face and muffling his mutterings. his knuckles are bloody and the two fingers on his left hand still move with an odd detachment like they're simply along for the ride and not being controlled by him. he's not showing it, but those nerve endings in his burnt hand have started to come back--something he hoped wouldn't come around until much later.]

[when he finally does remove his hands, he doesn't look all that different than he did a few days ago. no dark circles, yawning, or even hand tremors even with his recent assault on the wall behind him; his hands are as steady as ever. it's the dark, acerbic look in his eyes that tell a different story. he might not need the sleep, but that doesn't mean he isn't frustrated as hell.]


There has to be a way of helping them. I'm just not finding it. Medications, hypnosis, meditation, not even--! None of it! And if they don't get some sleep soon, they'll... [he trails off, not wishing to think of the people he knows and cares for dying from something so easily preventable.]

If only there were some way to get to that man! [he's aware of the Sphere being on now.] Say what you will, Orion. You talk of saving "them", well my friend, talk can only get you so far! And that's saying nothing about the riddles and endless games you and Ganymede force us to play! For all your talk about him and blaming the man for what's happened, you two are terribly alike. Perhaps his madness had grabbed hold of you before you evacuated the ship, I wonder.

[laughs bitterly] How foolish of me. It's not like you're going to respond to this or anything else we say to you, is there Orion? If I could only get to you...

θ 39

Jun. 7th, 2009 09:44 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Lecture)
[he's definitely reaping the consequences of his wrong guess, having burnt his hand so bad he can't feel the wound except anywhere in the edges around it. thankfully, the TARDIS has bound his hand with strips from her dress so he doesn't have to see or smell the ugly wound.

and he doesn't show it, but losing K-9 hurt. he knew he would eventually, such is the nature of his existence and the ship doesn't hesitate to reinforce this with every new turn. the dog's a permanent fixture now in the forest, guarding over the wooden bow he left behind. it just isn't the same.]


I don't know how many of you tried to guess that riddle, and I don't dare to wonder what could've happened if someone tried more than once, but if you haven't already, treat your wounds. [surely, he'd be in a lot more pain if he hadn't compartmentalised that pain. he can't afford to let that get in his way right now.] Not having the barcode any longer means we can't even ask that robotic doctor to treat us--and I'm sure there are some who are glad about that. [Oliver.] Find someone who can get the medical supplies for you, especially if there's any blistering or charring of the skin. I doubt anything that can sear the barcodes from our hands will leave behind a minor burn. If the wound is on more than just your hand, treat it immediately and keep yourselves hydrated. Or your condition could worsen and we can't afford to have anyone waylaid by this, not when we're facing that black hole again.

Those of you who didn't try the riddle, please, if you can help the others get supplies, get into their rooms, hell, anything that requires the use of the barcodes, please do. Be their...their barcode buddies! One good turn and all, you know?

Coordinate with each other, get yourself treated.

And then we can see about investigating level three. [and finding Orion.] That is, if level three's even accessible again at this point. [ever the realist, he doubts it is.]

Meet at the entrance to level 24. That should be the best place for everyone to meet. [but as for what he and the TARDIS plan to do, well...]

θ 38

Jun. 1st, 2009 06:18 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Super Excited)
[a burnt orange blur and a brown one zoom past the Sphere, the poor communications device not prepared for the additional speed of its owner. thankfully, it doesn't have to go far since the two blurs seem to have leapt down a ravine. when it finally slows, it shows the Doctor flat on his back and laughing up a storm, thanks to his new friend licking his face all over. from the looks of things, he's been there before, if the blanket, bow and quiver on the ground are anything to be judged.

he's even donned a new outfit, with stitched designs similar to this down his front, and this symbol pressed into the leather of his gauntlets and boots.]


All right, K-9, you can--hah hah--you can stop! [K-9 does and sits on top of him.] And you can get off my chest while you're at it.

"Yes, Master!"

Thanks, K-9. [jumps to his feet, wipes himself free of stray leaves, and slings the quiver and bow around his shoulders] Now, we should be near town, if my impeccable sense of direction is to be believed--and it should since I'm always in top form--so let's see if any of the villagers there have any ideas about this clue. It sounds so familiar...I'm usually so good at riddles like this.

[finally notices the Sphere's on and smiles at it.] Hey look! Everyone, meet K-9 Mark V! [squats down and hugs the dog to him.] Well, I suppose I should call him RK-9, but then he wouldn't be Mark V, now would you boy? [K-9 barks in agreement.]

[suddenly he stands, his eyes on something behind the Sphere, his grin gone.] Oi! You lot can shut it! Yes, I'm talking to--hang on, since when can I talk to squirrels, much less yell at them? And dogs? Odd, very odd...

θ 37

May. 27th, 2009 04:34 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Subtle Smile)
[in truth, he feels rather at home in this red forest, not so much because of the colour of the leaves--no, his were silver--but because the red itself reminds him of the sky just after the last sun had set. it's while he's lost in this reverie, his rudimentary tracking device stuffed into his pocket and beeping dully, that the Sphere turns on--at the precise moment his foot catches on something buried beneath the leaves and he nearly falls face first in the dirt.]

[thankfully, he manages to catch himself on this statue.]


Hello there! Thanks for the hand! [grins cheekily at it, then his eyes widen] Blimey, you're one of those statues Ollie showed me, hmm? I wonder... [suddenly, he leans in and licks her hand. he smacks his lips, making a slight face as he thinks.]

Hmmm, cellulose, lignin, touch of hemicellulose...[trails off, mentally analysing the different chemical properties of the statue.] Can't quite place the genus or species, but it's organic and definitely wood! Well, I don't have to tell you that. [pats the statue on the arm]

Now. [turns around and stoops over, brushing leaves off of--] A bow?! What's a bow doing lying right here? And a bow not even properly strung, no less! [picks it up, looking at it curiously.] Well, I'll have to solve that problem, now won't I?

θ 36

May. 22nd, 2009 11:57 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Frustrated Hair)
[his brow furrows in deep thought, glasses perched on his nose until he tears them off, rubbing at his eyes. a few disgruntled words pass his lips, but he's mumbling far too softly for anyone to catch what he's saying. probably for the best.

currently, he's examining the helmet Ganymede left behind in the comfort of his suite, tools and other electronic paraphernalia and gadgets he's cobbled together--or cannibalised depending on your standpoint--strewn all around him and the entire living area, though he left a pathway to the hall so he can make tea if he feels so inclined. but even days after his return from the fake Chicago, he's only roused himself out of his thoughts and tests once for tea and even that cup was long forgotten once he started his experiments anew.]

from the look on his face after his latest invention gives off a doleful little beeping noise, he's been at this for too long and needs a break.]


Nothing! Of course there's still nothing; a helmet can be just a helmet, stupid Doctor! Except when it's aj--no, that's for a different saying. Unless it's been capped off? Suppose that works...

[frowns and slumps back in his chair, holding the helmet. casually, he turns it end over end in his hands, lost in thought again and unaware of the Sphere's current "on" status--and if he were, he wouldn't mind the good Captain hearing him.]

It's not a key to the lift--little hard when there's no buttons on the panel. Or rather a panel secured to the interior in some manner, at least. [thinks about the one Motoko apparently ripped away.] Why leave this behind? Why bother to wear it this entire time only to take it off now? There can't have been a retinal scan device in there; there wasn't anything but regular walls and a panel-shaped hole with wires that did nothing no matter what I tried.

[he wonders, not for the first time, if this is what Ahab felt like trying to find his White Whale: continually frustrated beyond belief. but he's read that book--even has a personalised signed first edition!--and knows that if he becomes too obsessed, he'll lose sight of everything and everybody. and then something occurs to him, and he tilts his head as he eyes his reflection in the helmet's visor.]

Hmmm, it wouldn't be the first time something like this has started with nothing and later became something... It's only a matter of time as always, isn't it?

[softly, sadly] And Lara's gone home now. I didn't... [but he trails off, not finishing his sentence.]
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Shocked stare)
[it's not the slight change in the cut of his suit, the change from cotton blend to wool gabardine, nor how his suit is now a black and white double breasted pinstripe with thin filaments of gold running through every stripe that draws the Doctor's attention. no, it's the dove grey fedora set at a jaunty angle upon his slicked back, oiled hair and the shiny wingtip shoes now covering his feet. he has to admit the hat amuses him the most; how long has it been since he's worn a hat of any kind, or has bothered to blend in at all?]

[walking along a busy Chicago street, the Doctor tips his hat in greeting to all passers-by, but doing so earns him several responses. some gibber nervous replies, clutching whatever they've got with them to their chests. others run up to him to shake his hand--passing off a money to him in doing so--or hand him flowers, or fresh fruit from their shops. he's just finishing up a particularly tasty apple when someone runs into him, but before he can even apologise, the young man's eyes go wider than dinner plates and he bolts in the opposite direction. this wouldn't bother him so much if it isn't for what the young man's shouting:]


The Doc's back! The Doc's back!

[not really sure what he thinks about that--he's fairly certain he didn't do anything to warrant such a reaction the last time he visited Chicago--he looks at the Sphere, an almost hurt expression on his puzzled face.]

Has anyone else encountered this? Free gifts and cries of bloody murder? I haven't even given them my name and yet they fear my face... [mumbles under his breath] I don't think I've even visited Chicago in this regenerative cycle...

[suddenly, a group of men yank and push him down an alley and through a side door to a nearby theatre (which is actually the Goodman Theatre, but he doesn't know that yet.)] Oi! What're you--?!

And then things take a turn for the weird )

θ 34

May. 14th, 2009 12:11 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Bright Smile)
[judging from the broad grin on his face and skip in his step, someone's been up to the maze in level 24 again. after retrieving his silly companion from there the other day, and discovering that he can use the window anomaly on level 23 to banish the inexplicably happy feeling--and at the same time regain those nightmares of his--it seems he's decided to listen to the music a second time because darn it, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be blissfully happy every now and again! even his hand and nose are healed, thanks to Aerith! so, what's there not to be happy about?]

Ah hello! [waves enthusiastically at the Sphere the moment he notices that it's on.] Lovely morning we've got today! Well, it's technically the afternoon now, according to the clocks, but what does that matter? It's morning somewhere in the universe! Loads of somewheres!

In fact, right now...[glances at a watch he's just picked up.]...the third sun of Delphon has just risen! [waggles his eyebrows.] That's Delphon for "Good morning!" and "How do you do?"! [does the same thing again, but this time it's a message that says, "TARDIS, I know how to help you."]

[laughs once he's done and winks at the Sphere before he continues on his merry way, whistling "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning!" to himself.]

[look out now--if he happens to see you in person, he
will hug you like he hasn't seen you in years.]


[ooc: And uh, to help me out, let me know if the character's meeting him in person? ^^; That way I'm sure he can hug people or not.]

θ 33

May. 9th, 2009 09:55 am
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Look away)
[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as water droplets slide down his hair and trickle down the tip of his poor swollen nose. wet hands clutch white-knuckled at the edges of the sink while goose pimples run up bare arms and down his naked torso as he just stands there for a moment longer, oblivious to the transmission.

with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.

and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]

θ 32

Apr. 30th, 2009 07:25 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Objection!)
[ooc: backdated to a little while after this entry.]

[In person, but also filtered to all passengers who'll be joining in the search later.]

[urgently, looking around at everyone who's gathered and secretly is unsettled by the fact that Oliver hasn't shown up yet.] All right, sorry everyone, but those of us here can't wait any longer.

Now. A ship this size is going to need an awfully big section devoted just to the engineering end of operations, so there's going to be the potential of getting lost in there. I've got some markers here for some of the teams here [points to a handful left on the floor], but you lot who haven't arrived yet should bring something to mark where you've been as well.

In Orion's message, he said we should be able to find our way to the right area easy enough, but if you know your ships--and I do--it's not going to be as simple as that. We have to find the right door to even get access to the main engine control room. But Orion was useful for something since he gave us the passcodes we can use--just didn't tell us which one, so we going to have to try them all out and hope we don't get locked out of the system. That's a risk we're going to have to take.

I don't know about you, but when the right door is found, we shouldn't let Ganymede know or else he'll come running and try to put a stop to this. [hopes to find the man before this can happen.] So to get around any nosy captains, when you do find the door, use Klavier's suggestion and announce it over the Spheres, but say "I've hit my elbow on the door!" From there, we'll locate you and see about shutting down those engines.

All right, enough talk! Those of you who are still on your way, please be careful. And that goes for all of you as well. [eyes everyone in front of him, his expression serious.]

Now...allons-y! [points towards the door Ganymede had disappeared into.]
[/filter to everyone]

[filter to Oliver]
Oliver, where are you? It doesn't take that long to get from the cinema to the transportation pads. [a little fear slips into his voice and he can almost feel another wave of time sickness coming on. he fights to push that feeling away.]
[/filter]

θ 31

Apr. 28th, 2009 11:03 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Lecture)
[Private thoughts, off the network] )

[Filtered to all passengers]
[he's made it to level 23 by this point, judging from the chrome interior lining the halls. after hearing Kyon's transmission, he listens for a moment before he turns on his sphere, setting up a filter before he speaks. the captain need not be privy to this. if the number of volunteers Kyon's been talking to are any indication, a great deal of organisation is in order--especially seeing how large that engineering section is--and if he can protect them in any way, then he will. he refuses to let anyone else get hurt.

his tone is stern and business-like when he finally does begin.]


Now. I know I won't be able to dissuade some of you from coming. You lot can be quite stubborn when it comes to throwing yourselves in harm's way--but unfortunately, there's no time to waste! [and no time for him to bully people into staying in their rooms, even if it is for their own protection.] We're going to have to work together on this if we want to get home.

But if you do come, I hope you noticed the movement in the shadows in the room beyond where Ganymede disappeared into. [knows that door wasn't there before--hasn't the faintest idea how its existence has escaped his earlier inspections.] If I'm right, things could get very dangerous very fast if we don't proceed with an ounce of caution from this point on.

I'll wait here on Level 23 and once everyone who's going with me has arrived, we'll go from there. I figure with the amount of people there are on the ship and teaming up together in pairs or threes, we should be able to cover a great amount of that level in very little time. As long as there's a Sphere between one of you for emergency communication, we should be fine. However, I wouldn't recommend venturing in by yourself. The buddy system works for a reason. [wags a finger; the gesture saying that he will not be argued with on this point.]

[his face darkens, his voice low as he says this next bit:] And I'm asking you now, if any of you comes across the Captain during this, let me and the TARDIS know. I want a word with our dear Ganymede. [and you don't want to know what she has planned for the man.]


[ooc: Since Ame brought it up, we'll assume all comments here are under the same filter--but feel free to threadjump unless noted otherwise, of course~]

θ 30

Apr. 25th, 2009 01:45 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Sorta Serious Face)
[the moment those creatures appear on the holograms, the very moment after the captain left them with his ominous message, he feels as though something has been ripped away from him and for a while, it leaves him breathless. it's been a long, long time since he's felt this, like time itself was torn away. to him, it's like losing a limb.

but seeing the creatures all over the sphere network--and noticing where they were, he pushes that empty feeling, as well as one of worry, aside. he's done it once before, after all. something about them though...they set his teeth on edge. that empty spot is filled with...something he can't quite place. a strange breed of determination, perhaps, even for him.]


Those--those creatures. [even with determination on his side, his voice is still slightly strained.] Everyone, we don't know if they're just holograms or...something new. It wouldn't be the first time we've encountered strange beings on the ship before.

Please don't try to interact with them even if they are holograms. We just can't be too careful, not after the ice creature in the Enviro-dome. If you can, stay in your rooms! They're the safest place we can be right now. I mean it.

[even after saying all that, he's leaving his suite, the big hypocrite. he has to see for himself if oliver, lara, and the rest of them are all right.]
bit_impossible: (Doctor-*Grin*)
[after messaging Oliver to meet him in the Enviro-dome post haste, he and his friend walk through the tail end of a rather noisy marketplace. he's not sure about Oliver, but he's actually being buffeted around, the smells from the stalls assaulting his nose. if he wasn't in such a hurry, he'd actually stop and use some of that money they'd procured on the way in to buy a kabob or two.]

You know Ollie, nothing about this place is actually right! The marketplace shouldn't be here; it should be to the south! And here we are coming in from the west! It's like everything's been rotated right aroun--ohhh, now that shouldn't be here for at least another two hundred and thirty-seven years! [points at a particularly large statue of Rameses II.]

And that! [pauses for a second, an eyebrow arching on his face as he looks at another statue.] Well, I'm not exactly certain why Akhenaten--try to say that five times fast--has a statue here at all. The capitol city was moved when he began his reign.

[continues right on, not letting poor Oliver get a word in edgewise.] Never mind that now! Let's see that library should be--Ah! There it is! [begins to run towards it, not caring ]

Now, d'you remember what I was saying earlier? About my old friend, the grammarian who lived in Egypt? Well, he actually lived in Thebes. Wonderful little chap, taught all over the place. Had to help him out when the Library of Alexandria showed up four hundred years after it supposedly burned down. Wouldn't leave and I had to knock him out and make it all seem like the library's appearance was nothing more than heat exhaustion. [doesn't say who was actually behind it, though]

However, I mention him now because--[stops and stands in front of the library, a grin on his face.]--the man's name was Orion of Thebes.

[turns to Ollie and nods with his head towards the entrance] Allons-y!

θ 27

Apr. 10th, 2009 10:28 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-What did you just do?)
[casually he walks through the transformed level 15, evoking memories of his visits to medieval Romania and other villages just like the one he walks through now. he half expects to look up and see a castle silhouette in front of a full moon, clouds hiding the uppermost spires of the castle towers, but alas there is no such thing. instead, a heavy fog rolls in between the spaces of the dilapidated houses so thick he can't see below his waist after a moment. he makes a face at it, shrugs, and continues on.

soon, he's wandering out of the disquietingly empty 'village'. his hearts begin to race in anticipation; he's yet to see any vampires, and if he's going to, now's the time with him venturing out alone. he just wants to test how far the holograms go, what their limitations are. but they still don't appear.]


Oh come on, I know you're there! [tries to not sound annoyed.] Let's see what you're made--

[he cuts himself off, hearing soft laughter in his ear, the laughter so close it feels like it's coming from right behind him, but upon whirling around, he sees nothing but more fog. narrowing his eyes, he steps in the direction he heard the laughter come from.

a second later he hears it again, stronger this time. and again, the voice deeper, more malicious and menacing. a frown crosses his features and he continues to follow the laughter, through the outskirts of 'village' and into a deserted cemetery. his eyes dart around, thinking he's seeing shadows in the fog, and before he knows it, he's broken out into a run chasing after them.]


Stop this invisible nonsense! It's never cute or threatening, no matter what you or anyone else thinks!

[runs unconsciously around a couple grave markers--and through some small ones, but he doesn't know that thanks to the fog--all the while listening to the taunting jeers of the vampires' laughter around him.]

So are you going to come out, or what? Or do I have to--! [suddenly, his foot keeps on falling through the ground he'd been expecting to feel and he falls face first through holographic stone crosses and into the pool.]

θ 26

Apr. 2nd, 2009 08:14 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Silly Drunk)
[slightly backdated to the morning after this.]

[when the sphere turns on, it shows a rare sight, something people will never, ever see again if he has his way. he looks haggard, hair sticking up every which way--more than it normally would--his shirt tails hanging out and his suit coat's wrinkled like it had been rolled into a ball and tossed somewhere. he's wearing a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes, the lights on level 15 a little on the bright side for him, and definitely looks like he could use a shave.

he's only now leaving the wet lounge after a night of celebratory drinking with Oliver and Lara. there's a couple tables in there with empty glasses of all sizes stacked haphazardly around a handful of empty bottles that are visible for just a moment, and one table bears the scuff marks from someone's trainers on its surface.

wobbling slightly, he grips his head, groaning slightly, and keeps his other hand against the wall as he makes his way towards the nearest transportation pad. he's only partway there when he stops, a puzzled expression on his face, and mutters hoarsely:]


...Where's my tie?

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