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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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Sep. 11th, 2009 10:13 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Frustrated Hair)
[a frustrated sigh is the first thing to broadcast over the Sphere, followed by the appearance of a tall, skinny woman with long, dark hair who appears to be wearing a suit exactly like the Doctor's brown pinstripe suit. unfortunately, the Sphere's only showing her from behind and there really isn't much to see as she doesn't have much of a figure. she doesn't seem to notice that her trousers are a little tight around her hips--the only thing, really, that is snug--but otherwise, they're cut to length. the only things that are ill-fitting are the suit-coat, which is too baggy around her shoulders, and the button-up shirt and other ones layered underneath.]

[grumbling under her breath, she runs an impatient hand through her hair.] Damn glasses, they used to stay on my face...

[finally, the Sphere swings around to show her fast at work in the security station, her expression severe and focused completely on the task at hand. until she suddenly smacks a hand on the desk and slumps into a chair there. she tears the glasses from her face and tucks them away into an inside pocket of her suit.]

Blimey, what the hell did he do?! I've tried everything and I still can't figure it out. There has to be something I'm missing...

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Aug. 31st, 2009 04:34 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Busy)
[not too long after his conversation with Orion came to end, he immediately set about gathering parts to create a special scanner that could detect the energy stamps of console activity, as Orion so kindly put it. so far, he's managed to completely cannibalise both sides of his suite's barcode scanner, the remaining items not used by the TARDIS--leaving only one functioning heating coil for tea of course, as well as the fridge--and a maintenance robot he caught trying to repair his barcode scanner and later dismantled.

currently, he sits in the living area of his suite, all these parts spread around him in what looks to be utter chaos, but makes complete and rational sense to him. he has his glasses on with an attachment to the right side that contains various additional lenses for close-up detail work--and wears an expression of complete concentration and is seemingly unaware of anyone else in the room. until he looks up at those in the room with him.]

How are the rest of you lot coming? I think I have everything from Orion's list here to create what we need, but there's a few ways we can go about it. I'm just about done with mine, I think. Need to do a couple calibration tests. This...hasn't been made easy with all the strange physics defying anomalies--and frankly, I would've been done long before now [doesn't bother to hide his annoyance in regards to that.]

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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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Aug. 2nd, 2009 09:53 pm
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Deep Thought)
[he stares at the scene playing out but says nothing, not wishing to miss a word, but finds he's too far away to hear what the people in white are saying, so he moves from his vantage point in the orange hallway, entering the bay. his eyebrows knit together as he nears them and still he can't hear anybody else but Ganymede. soon enough, however, the scene fades away and as it does, he reaches for his Sphere, still standing in that particular auxiliary bay, and turns the device on. by the time he has it on, the scene's completely gone. surely someone else had to have seen it!]

Well...that was rather enlightening. Seems our good Captain was up to something after all.

[mutters, looking away] If only I could've heard what those other two said...

Did anybody else happen to see that? Did that show up anywhere else on the ship?

[ooc: From here, the Doctor's going to try to organise people to be on different levels of the ship to catch Ganymede's other appearances--well, once he learns that you had to be there to see that scene, that is...]

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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. 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. 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? >.>;]

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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. 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.]

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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.]

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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~]


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