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[bit_impossible]

[when the sphere turns on--and it does so rather stubbornly, he notes, since he voluntarily turned on the communique instead of it randomly turning on for him--it shows a rather picturesque view of the beach, the fields, and even the tops of the trees far below. suddenly, a loud whirring noise be heard a moment later, the picture turning into nothing but static and snow while he fiddles with a couple settings in the sphere itself. his sonic screwdriver could still access the functions he needed, after a bit of tinkering of course, to boost the communications signal on a wide spectrum of channels.

hopefully, he would find the right one he needed to communicate with whomever is on that craft hanging hundreds of feet up above his head.

the whirring noise ceases a moment later and sphere quickly rights itself and flies out of his reach for the time being. he grins proudly at the sphere and looks down at the now tiny beach from his vantage point on top of the Crucible and then up at the other one. it had been quite the climb, but he made it nonetheless, like he told Ollie he would.]

Hello up there! [waves a hand at the new ship.] Couldn't help noticing you hanging about for the past couple days. Nice you could finally drop in for a visit! Afraid I can't offer any tea--well, not any tea that wasn't made with pollen saturated water, anyway--but I would if our ship here hadn't crashed. Hope you've noticed how it's partially buried into the land of this very green planet. I know that's the first thing I would note. [that's a lie, he'd notice half a dozen other things as well, but who's counting?] We're a little stranded here, as you no doubt have seen as well.

Anyway, thought I'd come up and greet you, break the communications barrier we seem to be having. I'm the Doctor by the way and this is...my sphere! [points a finger at it] Don't worry, it's harmless. I'd ask if you needed any sugar, being new neighbours and all, but I'm afraid I don't have any.

What I do have, however, are questions. Mainly ones to quell my fellow passengers' worries that you're going to open up fire on them at any moment. Which I'm sure you won't. [gives the new ship a look, his smile and humour gone for a moment.]

Will you?

[he shrugs, his smile slowly coming back] Not that I'm expecting an answer right away, though that'd be nice, but I'll wait up here patiently. It's a nice view anyway and I didn't climb up here to simply to leave empty-handed!

Oh, and by the way, [he turns and gives the sphere a wink, knowing he's being watched now], I opened up just about every broadcasting channel I know of, so our words should reach our new visitors up there.

And look! Haven't gotten shot with a single laser, ray, or blasting gun yet!

Comments

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

Man, you sure love hearing yourself talk.

[bit_impossible]

Ohhhh, I've been told that, yeah...

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

Why not "Mayday Mayday Mayday"? It's short and to the point.

[bit_impossible]

Because that's clichéd and over-used. Like red alerts! No one uses that any longer.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

You're in an alien planet, as far as you know red alerts might be new here.

[bit_impossible]

Pretty sure they're not. Only you humans consider red to be the hot standard for distress and warning signals.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

What does that make you?

[bit_impossible]

Well, certainly not a human. And definitely not from Earth.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

So you're an alien and you won't tell me where from.

[bit_impossible]

Not that I won't, no, but the name would hold no meaning for you.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

Like that matters. You not telling me has nothing to do with how little it'll mean to me, it has to do with how much it means to you.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles at him] Then you'll always be curious, won't you?

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

"Always" is a long time, sir.

[bit_impossible]

Hmmm, technically speaking, "always" is shorter than "for ever", which is certainly shorter than "eternity"--but it depends on one's standpoint.

And don't call me sir. Sir's for school teachers and military men.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

Technically speaking, you're full of yourself.

Also, I don't know your name.

[bit_impossible]

Ohhh, aren't you a smart one?

And since we're on the matter, I don't know yours, so how about we fix that, hmm? I'm the Doctor.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

That's a title, not a name. I'm Shigure.

[bit_impossible]

They're both used to refer to people, so it works. [shrugs]

So--Shigure, was it?--where are you from?

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

I'll just call you Sensei, then.

I'm from Japan, 1989 if it matters.

[bit_impossible]

Sensei works. [he smiles.] Never been called "Sensei" before!

Ahhh, I see. [it explains a lot, actually. the eighties seem to plague him, no matter what regeneration he's in.]

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

Never been to Japan?

[bit_impossible]

On the contrary, I have several times! Beautiful country.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

What did Japanese people call you if not "Sensei"?

[bit_impossible]

[silly him and his TARDIS's language translator. it didn't dawn on him that he'd made that slight error until he was called out on it.] Well, I quite insisted on them calling me Doctor, but I got called "foreigner" a lot too. Which was only stating the obvious, but it didn't bother me.

[teentramp.livejournal.com]

[staaaares at the hologram]