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Sep. 25th, 2009 06:04 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Benign Smile)
[a couple days or so has passed since everything returned to normal, and despite a few harsh words he had for the scientists, his mood has actually been pretty positive. how could he not be happy when everybody's lived? he's sat down with random groups of people--often pulling up a chair and jumping into the middle of an interesting conversation--and learnt all sorts of things about them and what their worlds are like. unsurprisingly, nothing lines up with his universe, so of course it only intrigues him more.

but after a while of this, he finds himself getting antsy and leaves his new acquaintances before he can grow attached too them. so like that, he's drifted around the ship, avoiding face-to-face contact with those he's grown to care for over the course of their journey together, but as the days dwindle away--and he recalls how he treated Olivia the first time around--he knows that if he's going to do anything, he better to it now, so he reaches for his Sphere and switches it on.]

Ahhh, can I get everybody's attention? Well, not the original passengers and that lot, you can return to your dining and well, whatever else you were doing.

But to everybody else, my fellow anachronistic travellers on this ship... I'm not sure what's going to happen once Orion and his two scientists finish their task or how it's going to happen, but we'll be back in our own universes and times again one way or another.

If we don't see each other again...[he trails off, looking away for a moment, muttering:] I might as well say it before it's too late, but--[his gaze returns back to the Sphere]--I wanted to say thank you. We've been through some difficult times, us: crashed into a planet, subjected to all sorts of things I'd never experienced in my long life, saw new friends come and go, and, well, nearly being killed several times. Certainly has that odd effect of bringing people together, and you lot made me proud, so very proud, and I'm glad to have met all of you, especially--well, you know who you are. I'm only sorry we couldn't have met under different circumstances and had ourselves a right proper holiday. At least we can now, huh?

So! [throws on a grin] Who's up for a bit of fun?

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Aug. 13th, 2009 07:14 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Examining Stuff)
[the faint whirring sound of the sonic screwdriver can be heard the moment the Sphere comes on, and from the look of utter concentration and determination on the Doctor's face, it's a sure sign he's been at this for a while. he's still in his tuxedo, though the suit coat and bowtie lie discarded on the ground some feet away, torn off within moments of his removal from the restaurant.]

All right, listen you lot. I don't know about you, but I'm not going to stay locked in my room forever. So if you want out, let me know, I'm on my way, but I'm not sure if your doors will lock right back up behind you or not, so I'd be prepared for that inevitability. I won't always be able to run and let you in and out of your room--especially if you have to use the loo; I'm not going to play chaperone.

[a pause] Well, fine, I could do with a bit of a run, limber up the old bones, so I'll do it in rounds, but if anybody else can get out, do and let the others know you're available to help.

And Ollie and Donna? I've just about got it, so I'm giving you ten minutes to pack--less for you, Ollie, I'm sorry--but you two are staying with me and the TARDIS and don't even think about giving me any guff. Got it? [wags a finger at the Sphere before he releases it and returns to his work.]

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Jul. 31st, 2009 09:31 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Far off gaze)
[being in a cat's body, surprisingly, hasn't been all too bad, even if he's felt an overwhelming need to rub up against anything and everything and dangling objects seem far more desirable than they have ever have in his past. the difference in his vision did take some getting used to. couldn't quite perceive some colours as well as others, but at least he wasn't colour-blind like a dog.

the sleeping many hours in the day thing, however, did take some getting used to, even after all the sleep he'd had thanks to being in Donna's body. he never realised just how wasteful cats could be of their time. slept far too much for his tastes!]

[but now, he's looking pensive and deep in thought, well, as pensive and thoughtful a cat can look whilst carrying a small jingly toy he nicked from the toy shop a couple days ago in his mouth. his sphere comes on while he's doing this and he doesn't notice he's purring and making noises that say, "I've caught my prey! Look what I've caught!" and several variations of the call until he notices the blinking light on his Sphere. that certainly gets his attention and he drops the toy, and forces himself to walk away from it.]

Sorry about that. Don't know what came over me, but I'm glad this came on. Had a question to ask...[he can see that toy of his out of the corner of his eye, and that sidetracks him for a brief moment.]...you lot.

[turns away again, his tail swishing. he's annoyed with himself.] Have any of you [he looks again and he assumes a pre-pouncing position, his voice dropping to a whisper] heard from the Captain lately? I think he's--[and he pounces! and starts wrestling with his toy, purring loudly. sorry, he's a bit distracted now...]

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Jul. 24th, 2009 10:26 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Er well...)
[the Doctor in a certain ginger's body is a bit winded after the climb down to the ninth level. the activity certainly is far easier in his own body, but in Donna's, there are a couple...obstacles that make things difficult to accomplish simply because he isn't used to them being there in the slightest.

well, in any case, the less he thinks about Donna's body, the better off he'll be, especially in her eyes. he feels awkward enough rooting through her wardrobe for clothes. he's never done anything like that to his companions' property--at least not until he came on-board
the Crucible, that is--but if needs must, and if there's a source of clothing for him to put on, you can bet he's going to use it. although, his clothing choices don't exactly match. clearly, he had far too many options to choose from.]

Well... [props his hands on his hips briefly before promptly shoving them into his pockets--yes, he was sure to put on trousers with pockets.] This place seems about the same. Same ol' hole--though thankfully we didn't have the explosion to go along with it. And... [he removes a pair of snazzy specs (or so the Doctor thinks, especially for a woman), puts them on, and squats down to examine a piece of debris on the ground.] Yep. Even the same old debris. Well, sort of. I'd be highly surprised if this was the exact state it was in when the hole first appeared.

I wonder if that journal's still here...

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Jul. 20th, 2009 10:10 am
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Bright Smile)
[it's been a few hours since Orion's last transmission to the passengers, and after some quiet reflection in his suite, the Doctor's mind is still processing all that he's learned. however, he's no fool; no doubt, he's only heard a fraction of what Orion knows. like father, like son.

thankfully, he knows a way he can bridge that knowledge gap, being the clever and brilliant man that he is. and so, he reaches for his Sphere--after doing a bit of actual cleaning in the TARDIS' and his suite, shopping for drinks of all kinds, and putting his clothes back on--and opens up a ship-wide transmission.]

You know, the universe isn't all that big when you think about it. We've been fortunate enough to be brought together from all sorts of places, times, even different dimensions! Blimey, we're quite motley crew when you think about it, and I certainly don't mean the band. But think about it! What an opportunity to share knowledge and compare how life is lived elsewhere other than in our own normal spheres of existence!

In celebration of that, I think it's time we had a party. [grins] Yes, definitely a party! It's been a while since we've had one of this calibre, and what a better time to celebrate than right now! This very minute! We could reminisce about times long past--or meeting up with mates we haven't seen in a while--over some great food and a pint or two. Or a drink of your choosing. Not everyone likes a pint of bitter. Me, well, I'll probably have tea.

So! If you're feeling up for a little relaxing, and some rather engaging conversations--and trust me, we'll have plenty, being the lively and well-rounded lot that we are--come up to my room on Level 20. It's the Metis Suite, name's on the door, first one right off the transportation pad. Can't miss it.

Oh...[remembers something and begins to rub the back of his neck sheepishly]...I just ask you bring your own food. I, uh, haven't kept the kitchen stocked with much as of late. I know, I know, not your normal party, but hey, bring a dish to pass around, and you'll be bound to have at least one thing you like! I do, however, have plenty of drinks, so don't bother with that unless you really want something specific.

Even if you don't want to stay for long, stop by and say hello. I promise you that it'll be well worth your while. [he smiles brightly, almost flirtatiously, but it doesn't quite reach that piercing look in his eyes.]

[ooc: In case characters have any questions for him about this 'party' of his, he'll be fielding questions.]

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Jul. 17th, 2009 06:53 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Just that awesome)
[when the Sphere clicks on, it shows very little, actually, with the exception of the steel supports holding up the floor above. the Doctor certainly isn't visible from the Sphere's perspective. actually, the device is quite lost and only once he speaks is it able to hone in on his echoing voice, showing nothing more than a pale figure. the light in the maintenance bay is as dim and bad as he remembers, but thankfully, he can see pretty damn well in the dark.]

Hmmm, so this is as far as I can go, huh? [smirks to himself and heads back towards the stairwell leading back up to level 11.] Heh, good to know. At least there isn't another hole like the last time. [stops randomly, stooping over to pick up a piece of metal, the bolts still attached to the ends. he frowns, wondering what happened to the machine it once was a part of. or rather where that machine or ship is now. he shrugs and continues on his way, speaking again after a few minutes.]

Anyone else have a fortuitous conversation with Orion? Mine was...[opens the door to the stairwell, light spilling out and finally showing him to be completely naked--save for a rather snazzy pair of boxer-briefs with stars printed all over the dark blue fabric.]...rather illuminating. [still smirks, unaware of his state of undress. though, that smirk fades to a more serious expression as he begins to ascend the stairs.]

Still, he didn't blink an eye when I mentioned that the fact that I knew Ganymede was his father, or that yet again, not a single one of us is on the passenger manifest. [tightens his fists and smashes one down onto the railing as the door closes behind him, a loud clang resounding throughout the whole of the stairwell.] Obviously we wouldn't be on the passenger manifest, the idiot! And I just know he'll dick us around again like he did before! When it comes to saving a life, one shouldn't hesitate! Each life is precious and the more time wastes sitting comfortably in that damned ship of his, the more of a chance there'll be that everyone will just get hurt again! But no...he can't come himself...Ganymede'll just die again.

If I have to, I'll...[falls silent.]

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Jul. 15th, 2009 05:56 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-What did you just do?)
[It's not often one gets to tolerate the presence on one's past self. For a Time Lord, the chances of running into one's self in a past, present, or future incarnation increases the longer one has lived. The universe is only so big, after all. While he's met himself on a handful of occasions, this time, however, is vastly different from the rest. For one, the universe hasn't been thrown into peril by their meeting.

And two, it's only their voices he hears. Thankfully, he hasn't had to converse with them, or else his mood might be considerably different than the present one he's in. Besides, he's sure a good number of them would be insulting his choice of dress or how he's styled his hair--some were particular about such things--and he'll maintain that this current style is his favourite, and therefore the best, unlike some who think the best thing to pin to his coat is a decorative vegetable or cat badge. He's glad to have grown out of that question mark phase, and had he come face to face with those who were stuck in it, he would have had words for them.]

Let the memory live again )

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Jul. 7th, 2009 11:47 am
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Cold Stare)
[when the Sphere turns on, it appears as though it's caught him in the middle of a bath, water dripping off his wet hair onto naked shoulders. only, a moment later, the Sphere pulls back a little to reveal a large length of silken brown, blue, and white striped fabric that once was his tie set around something that looks suspiciously like a blue tea cup. in fact, it is, especially if the giant tea spoon peeking out from underneath the tie and the giant tin filled with English Breakfast tea is any indication.

in truth, he's not exactly sure what he thinks about being able to take a bath in his tea cup. he'd rather be drinking his tea, not sitting in the water he intended to use for it. from the displeased expression on his face, he's rather annoyed at the Sphere for catching him in his current predicament. he doesn't bother to mention Ganymede; he's already made his complaints to the Captain.]

Well, I can definitely say I've never done this before. Can check it off my list--though, I'll have to add it to the list then check it off. [mutters] And I've never worn my tie like that before...

[he sighs, slinging his wet arms over the edge of the tea cup, his feet poking up out of the water on the other side.] This new height is very inconvenient. I wanted to modify my Sphere today, but I can't even carry my sonic screwdriver without help. [from off-screen, there's a little squeak, the tone robotic and tinny, followed by a couple others.] Yes, yes, I know you have a job to do, but you're helping me out! That's your job for right now.

Anyway, where was I? [pauses for a moment, running a hand through his hair and ignoring the continued squeaks of protest from off-screen.] Oh yes, being inconvenienced. I rather think that's a theme Ganymede likes to use in these games of his. Orion does a good enough job dabbling in them himself, though he plays those off as us doing him a favour, or us needing to do something so he can help us. Fat lot of good he's been so far. Let him on-board and his father'll turn up dead again--and where will our answers be then? At the end of another black hole?

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Jul. 3rd, 2009 12:57 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Far off gaze)
[When the sphere pops on, he doesn't notice that it has since he's very much lost in his own thoughts. For all of the control he has over those mental shields of his, a few stray thoughts still manage to slip through, though, for a mind as great and vast as his, a few is more like a stream flowing steadily from his head, gathering above him like a swarm of angry bees about to descend upon whatever has earned their ire. Well, minus the noise and the potential for a lot of stinging, of course.

Ever wonder just what goes on in a Time Lord's mind? Unfortunately, some of the images contained within the thought bubbles are of complicated Gallifreyan symbols only he and the TARDIS can understand, but have another look and you'll see the ever constant presence of the blue police box as well as the TARDIS in her Time Lady form in several of the bubbles, and amongst those are three black holes, three different versions of the dead Ganymede, an alive Ganymede and Orion in separate bubbles, a cup of tea which turns into a tea kettle because he definitely feels like more than one. And actually, he gets up from where he's been sitting in the starboard observatory on level 14, and begins to head toward one of the fine restaurants there to have himself a cuppa. While he walks, more bubbles containing the number three, snatches of the warning on level three in different ones, a banana, and his sonic screwdriver pop up along with the rest.

Of course, now that he's just entering the restaurant--he only went to the nearest one, a pretty little affair with white linens and flowers everywhere--different items of food begin to appear above his head--along with a yo-yo, that old ridiculously long scarf of his, and a windmill--that quickly cover up the more gruesome images from his nightmare and some of the ones still floating above his head. The captain is ever present, and if one looked even closer, you might catch the one stray thought containing some thick chains, though for what purpose, only he knows.

As he goes to have a seat, he happens to catch a glimpse of himself in a convenient decorative mirror and he groans seeing the veritable storm of thought bubbles above his head.]

Not again... This is getting to be very damned intrusive.

[Starts to make a mental note to do some more mind training but stops--though not before another thought bubble appears containing a notepad and a pen scribbling away. He sees that in the mirror as well and begins to grumble under his breath, quite annoyed with himself.]

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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...

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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...]

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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...

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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?

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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 )

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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.]

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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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