θ 45

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 )

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-Suspicious)
[his fire burns low, partially from the rain and partially because he's neglected it even though he specifically lit it to make tea. instead, he's spent a good deal of time after the mysterious message played pacing back and forth in the rain--if the mud trail he's blazed in front of his shelter is anything to be judged--but he pays it no mind and doesn't care that his sphere is recording--not that he notices. he's too busy muttering to himself.]

What'd that voice mean about the locals? The way it was said...sounded like the frog hybrids aren't the only life around here. But...if they're not, where have the real locals been this entire time? [he runs a hand through his drenched hair, clearly disturbed by this]

No, no, no, we shouldn't stay around to find out. [glances to the sky] There must be a way to signal that ship! But they mentioned a potential danger...are we that danger? We shouldn't shoot anything at it then. Not even my sonic screwdriver, even if it wasn't damaged in that fall, will help this time; can't risk scaring them off or worse.

[he pauses, looking around him. he can see a handful of smouldering fires coming up from various places around the field and wherever else his fellow passengers have set up camp. this gives him an idea]

The fires...the fires! All we have to do is burn--no, no, hang on a mo'. The question is what should we burn? Shouldn't burn that awful, awful fruit [pulls a face, remembering their taste] because some people actually like them. And burning the nuts and the other food stuffs is unwise as well, and no burning the fore--

The flowers. Ohhhh, of course, stupid Doctor, why didn't you think of that sooner? Those cheeky little flowers gave off that green pollen before! Perhaps it'll even turn the smoke green too! [he dashes out towards the field, skidding and sliding in the mud, and unceremoniously plucks a handful of flowers out of the ground before running back to his camp.]

Here goes nothing! [tosses the flowers onto the fire]

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