The Doctor (
bit_impossible) wrote2010-04-11 05:41 am
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He couldn't help pulling a face as plumes of fog rolled in over his feet the moment he'd opened the TARDIS door. "Well, certainly wasn't expecting that," he muttered to himself. Bit of fog never harmed anyone, and he thought it was better than water rushing in--or worse. Then again, he hadn't been expecting...well, whatever that had been to happen to the TARDIS navigational systems.
A chill ran down his spine the moment he stepped out to give the TARDIS a few moments to herself. Any amusement or puzzlement he felt disappeared, replaced with a feeling that someone had just walked over his grave. The little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he felt his body tense up all over. Now, he'd been in his share of dark, dank, and frankly creepy, cold places before, but this one seemed to be vying for the "Most Disquieting Place He'd Been to in the Past Month" award. Something in the air unsettled him to some degree, penetrating straight to his very bones...
But then he realised just how much of an idiot he was being--a fact he'd never, ever admit to anyone ever--and began walking down the unwelcoming corridor he'd turned up in. The moment he turned the nearest corner, he came to a stop, his eyes widening slightly.
"Ah, sorry, I should have knocked," he said casually, his eyes quickly scanning the creature before him. The hand he saw peeking out from the tattered sleeve ends left him with no desire to shake hands with it, and the brief sight he caught of the thing under the hood. Bit of a dog's breakfast, he thought. "Didn't think anyone was home." A shriek right then pierced a hole in his lie. "Well, I thought there might have been someone else at home." He paused, trying to find the eyes of the cowled creature floating menacingly towards him. "Yeah...I'll just be running now. Bye!"
And he ran--or rather he started to when he noticed his way back to the TARDIS had been blocked by another creature exactly like the other one. "Ohhh, that isn't fair!" he groaned, back-pedalling, and darted down the other end of the corridor.
A chill ran down his spine the moment he stepped out to give the TARDIS a few moments to herself. Any amusement or puzzlement he felt disappeared, replaced with a feeling that someone had just walked over his grave. The little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he felt his body tense up all over. Now, he'd been in his share of dark, dank, and frankly creepy, cold places before, but this one seemed to be vying for the "Most Disquieting Place He'd Been to in the Past Month" award. Something in the air unsettled him to some degree, penetrating straight to his very bones...
But then he realised just how much of an idiot he was being--a fact he'd never, ever admit to anyone ever--and began walking down the unwelcoming corridor he'd turned up in. The moment he turned the nearest corner, he came to a stop, his eyes widening slightly.
"Ah, sorry, I should have knocked," he said casually, his eyes quickly scanning the creature before him. The hand he saw peeking out from the tattered sleeve ends left him with no desire to shake hands with it, and the brief sight he caught of the thing under the hood. Bit of a dog's breakfast, he thought. "Didn't think anyone was home." A shriek right then pierced a hole in his lie. "Well, I thought there might have been someone else at home." He paused, trying to find the eyes of the cowled creature floating menacingly towards him. "Yeah...I'll just be running now. Bye!"
And he ran--or rather he started to when he noticed his way back to the TARDIS had been blocked by another creature exactly like the other one. "Ohhh, that isn't fair!" he groaned, back-pedalling, and darted down the other end of the corridor.
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"I haven't really got anywhere to stay, except...no, wait. There is one place...it's hidden away in muggle Britain, actually, but if we can find a fireplace to use and some floo powder, I could get us there," he replied thoughtfully. He didn't particularly want to go back to his old home, but nobody was living there now, and it was the most well-hidden place he could think of.
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A moment later, he'd been about to say that finding a place to stay would be of no trouble for him--he was well-versed in finding lodgings for the night no matter where he went--but he instead gave Sirius a puzzled look. "Flue powder? I've got a fireplace, one of several actually, in the library but you don't mean soot, do you? There's plenty of that there." To his recollection, he hadn't bothered giving any of the fireplaces a good cleaning in the past couple centuries. Thank goodness for the TARDIS air circulation and purification systems, he thought.
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He rolled his eyes at the Doctor's questions. "Floo powder. Comes from the floo plant, which...we might be able to find around here somewhere, actually. Hang on, I'll see if I can't sniff some out." With that, he shifted into Padfoot again, pawing at the door until the Doctor let him out.
Once he was outside again, he sniffed around the area until he found exactly what he was looking for, and he barked excitedly.
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The barking snapped him out of his train of thought and he ran over, so very tempted to make a Lassie joke. "Hello there..." he said, squatting down and peering curiously at the new plant. "Just the one, you think? Or should we grab a bunch?"
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"Let's take several, just in case." He carefully picked a few, and gestured for the Doctor to do the same.
"Your fireplace won't be connected to the floo network, but if we can figure out how to hack in somehow, it might work. Otherwise, we'll have to find one that is," he explained, hoping they would be able to find a house nearby. Preferably an empty one.
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"The 'floo network'?" he asked incredulously, highly amused. "How exactly would you hack into a fireplace, a pickaxe?" Part of him also wondered, cheekily of course, if he could use iPlayer on it.
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"So what exactly would happen in a bad result scenario?" he asked, heading back to the TARDIS with his bundle of floo plants.
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"It's not a crime when you've got the key," he said cryptically.
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He gathered the plants together when they reached the workroom, remembering his Herbology lessons, and grinding the plants into a fine powder when he found the right tools. It hadn't been his best subject, granted, but he never did poorly in anything.
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