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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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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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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 )

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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?

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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.]

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.]

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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 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?
bit_impossible: (Doctor-I'm fine)
[by his count, it had been far longer than a day since Oliver disappeared inside that old suite of his. others had gone since then too, and he's certain that they will not be back either. he can't help feeling terribly angry at the Commander for luring his friends and acquaintances into the death trap the Crucible has become--and it really has become one, he thinks, what with the debris, collapsing floors, and the additions of smaller black holes matching the ones dotting planet Eos' surface.

however, he squashes that hurt and anger and tucks it away to be dealt with later. figures he might as well try his hand at finding the Commander himself, continue the task the others had foolishly started. after all, once he finds the Commander, he can grill the man for all the information he's been wanting for months and if he has to... well, he hopes the man is still alive or else he's merely wasting valuable time he could be using to tinker more with the escape ship. and save at least a handful of people before it's too late.]

[after wandering the halls on all three former habitation levels, he finds himself back on level 20. his sphere turns on while he stands staring at a spot in the wall between two suites and mumbling to himself.]

--o, no, no, the naming scheme doesn't make sense... The first ones were named after Jupiter's moons and after... No. There should be another one right here. A man like Ganymede should have been more than pleased to have a suite named after himself and yet none exists. It's like the thirteenth floor in a high rise!

[his eyes glance over to the Europa suite, and judging from the slash marks and debris, someone's already been inside. so he turns his attentions to the crumpled door of the Callisto Suite in hopes of seeing anything that might prove the Commander's presence, but finds none.]

I've only got one chance at this... Out of all the rooms, what're the chances Orion's in here? [he begins to smirk] Only one way to find out!

[pushes his way into the suite, the door creaking loudly on ruined hinges. he resists calling out 'Marco', doubting that he'd hear 'Polo' in response and that the game has lasted so far into the future. Or worse, that Orion knew nothing about Marco Polo, or the little game named after him, and the man wouldn't answer because 'Marco' isn't his name.]

Hello? Commander Orion, are you in here?

θ 24

Mar. 12th, 2009 05:28 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Not doing too well)
[twenty-four hours has passed, the proverbial timer in the universe goes off, and much in the way that riku appeared, so does he, but mere feet away from the hole he jumped in the previous day. his clothes are even worse for the wear than when he first went in, small tears and cuts all over his beloved coat and suit.]

[but he's alive and starts to cough, his face tight as all at once pain shoots through every cell in his body. again his voice is strained, but he sounds happy despite it all.]

Fun ride. Don't think I'll be repeating that one again. [he tries to sit up, but immediately collapses right back on the ground and begins to laugh slightly, ignoring the pain. then suddenly stops.]

Hang on...same voice, [tentatively feels his face] same nose, sideburns, hair, mole between shoulder blades--Oh! And both hands! I like that! Glad that worked out!

[whispers to himself] But...I thought I'd died... I felt it! And yet I didn't regenerate... [his eyebrows furrow] How odd.

θ 23

Mar. 11th, 2009 05:28 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Okay that hurt)
[his face is ghostly pale, and a thin sweat has broken out across his forehead, dirt and grime sticking to his skin. he's clutching something off-screen, but from the grimace twisting his features and the mud covering his front, one can only venture a guess as to what transpired. his voice sounds strained when he finally speaks.]

It's been over twenty-four hours... As much as I completely appreciate the irony of losing the other one--made it even! Can't say that happens often!--I want it back. [mumbles to himself] Riku came back after that time, and I foolishly hoped...

No, the only answer is what lies beyond these holes. Jack's fingers and everyone else's bits and bobs, there's a reason why they're being severed--and yet Riku came back whole. Why is that? What's the nature of these holes? Not even my sonic screwdriver can analyse it, not that it's in top working order anyway.

[suddenly he stops and the sphere shows for a brief second a very muddy path with a heavy blood trail leading away from a black hole, as well as Converse-shaped footprints leading to and away from the scene, though the ones leading towards it are elongated, like he'd slipped...]

[he's aware of the sphere now and smiles at it, his feet bringing him to the edge of the hole.]
I didn't mean for any of you to see this, but there's something I need to check and I couldn't risk any of you trying to stop me and getting hurt in the process.

But! If this goes how I think it should, I'll be a complete man again. [holds up his left arm, the end of his brown coat sleeve folded over and darkened with dried blood.] In any case, the best way I'm going to find out what's in there is if I go in myself. And yes Jack, I realise I'm being a hypocrite here, yell at me all you want later.

So, hopefully see you all in a day! If not, well, we'll try not to think that way. [he hesitates for a brief second.] But if I really don't return... Thank you. Thank you all so much. You've been brilliant. [he grins sadly, winks, and suddenly jumps into the hole, disappearing completely.]

[ooc: While the Doctor won't be fielding any messages, feel free to play here if you'd like!]

θ 22

Mar. 5th, 2009 01:58 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Passed out)
[when the Sphere turns on, as it is wont to do at the most inappropriate times, it shows...the Doctor fast asleep somewhere in the forest, his body lying in the mud where a fallen log used to be until it disappeared out from under him. he, however, is very much unconscious and unaware of the sudden loss of his resting place or of his favourite tie from right around his neck. the past week's events have driven him to such a point of exhaustion--both physical and very much mental--that even the Time Lord couldn't resist succumbing to that bothersome need to let his body rest.]

[however, there's a sudden hiss of static and a couple clicking noises as an audio recording, which he made in a moment of foresight in case he did pass out, begins to play:]

"Curious things, this weather, that ship, and Commander Orion and his crew, aren't they? I could say I'm surprised by the passenger manifest--but I'm not. Though, I am interested to see if that list is updated when we get any other new arrivals after this point. Something tells me that whomever or whatever's behind this is far from finished. Makes me wonder if...

Anyway, what concerns me right now is what he said about two months ago and an unforeseen emergency... Now, I don't know about some of you, but...my memories of this ship go back much farther than that. And I never heard of any such man named Commander Orion until he did his first broadcast two weeks ago. As far as the unforeseen emergency goes, well. I'll explain later."

[Filtered message to those 'questioned' a few nights ago:] )

[the message ends, and he's none the wiser of it having played as he turns onto his side.]

[ooc: Feel free to wake him up!]

θ 21

Feb. 27th, 2009 05:16 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Insane Grin)
[night has fallen once again on Eos, and one man who has spent far too much time listening to voices in the dark depths of the forest has finally emerged from the tree-line. amazingly, he looks slightly more put together than he has in past days. his tie is straight, tightened snugly in place, and his shirt tails are tucked neatly into his suit. every physical detail about his normal state of dress is meticulously in order.

but if one were to shine a light on his face, they'd see that those kind, ancient eyes of his no longer shine with the same lustre. they dart about, watching the spectres in his vision encourage and beckon him out towards his shelter he'd abandoned days ago. quietly he slips in, and stuffs certain supplies he feels he needs into his pockets.

finally, he reaches for the sphere, turning it on. he gives his tie one last little adjustment, a mad grin growing on his face, and then leans in towards the device and whispers:]

I'm on to you.

[and he clicks it off soon after that, and wanders out of his shelter. he's got a busy night ahead.]

[ooc: Okay! So, the Doctor's completely off his rocker now and off to 'question' people. Like I said before, let me know in like the subject line of a comment to this if you'd like to participate in his more...intense questioning or not. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, this post has just about all the details, as well as my contact info.]


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