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24 November 2010 @ 10:39 pm
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There's something that looks like a man with a leather coat and a serious lack of hair bounding his way into the street from that blue box over on the corner and he looks elated.

"C'mon Rose, Jack! You need to see this, it's fantast--!"

Hang on. This is not the third nebula of the Great Dynasty of the Fifth Denomination Called Paul. The not!man is looking less impressed, more and more scowl on his face by the minute.

"Jack...?" It's quick, his head poking back in. "ROSE!" And very loud, too.

And if he'd bounded from his police box the first time, he stomps from it (very similar to a child who's been refused his cookie, but don't say that to his face) this time. The scowl is affixed to his face and it grows deeper with every firm step he takes, until it's overtaken by realization.

"Roanoke." The police box's door slams shut and the Doctor (for he's not a man and this is the only name you will learn from him) has begun to continue to start investigating. Please don't make fun of the glowing screwdriver in his hand.
isamarshmallow on November 25th, 2010 03:43 am (UTC)
Veroncia takes this opportunity to lean up against the side of the police box, raising two very expectant eyebrows as she looks him over in the most judgmental way she can. The glowing screwdriver does not escape her scrutiny, in fact, but she'll leave that for later.

"Lose something? Or ... someone?"
Nine: sneeky doctorim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Everything in Roanoke is annoying, because everything in Roanoke is wrong. These people, they didn't belong here. They belonged in their cozy little corners of the universes, and not mish-mashed into one place where their timelines made his head feel fuzzy.

"What if I have?" Stop looking at his screwdriver, little girl. He crosses his arms, but doesn't tuck it away.
Rose Tyler: [Ten] Runningiam_thebadwolf on November 25th, 2010 04:09 am (UTC)
She hears her name shouted while she's browsing in one of the shops. Her chest squeezes and her breath catches because she's pretty sure she knows which incarnation that is. The sweater she's holding is dropped promptly as she turns and runs. She doesn't want him to leave without her.

"Doctor!" she shouts while running. "Doctor! I'm here!"

Does she sound desperate? Well, that would be because she is
Nine: that looks interestingim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)
Oh, look at that, she's here as it is!

"Wandered off again? You just can't help yourself, can you?" A puff of air escapes his lips when she barrels into him, and really he's got no choice but to wrap his arms around her, what with all that momentum.

But then he's pulling away to chastise her some more, complain about the anomaly that last time she didn't pop in with him but suddenly Roanoke is letting his passengers in and it hits him. More wrongness. He had been smiling, if only briefly (couldn't upset the status quo) and now the scowl returned.

"More than wandered." He sniffs at the air, nothing special! Just taking in a breath, honest. "Rose Tyler, just where have you been?"
Rose Tyler: Think about thisiam_thebadwolf on November 25th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
She notices the smile to scowl and knows she's been busted. Her hands come to rest on his chest while she purses her lips and then pulls her bottom one through her teeth. It's not an easy thing to tell him.

"About three an' a half-four years in your future." Her fingers curl reflexively around the lapel of his coat. It's almost a silent plea for him not to leave her. Not again. Please.
Nine: hee!!!im_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
It's offputting, sure. But the Doctor, as uncomfortable in so many ways as he is, won't shove her away. He won't step back and he won't put distance between them. Discomfort be damned, Rose Tyler was allowed to ignore his personal space.

"Been busy, then." He smiles again, not the happy smiles of a man about to get chips, but the bittersweet one. The one that understands that a lot has happened, and doesn't need to know what it all is. Spoilers.

Of course this is combined with the fact that he won't look away from her.
Rose Tyler: porn star smileiam_thebadwolf on November 25th, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
It's not like she's looking away either. In fact she's studying him. She reaches out and runs her fingers over the shell of his ear, grinning hugely at him, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her teeth. She runs her hand over his hair after that, a bit of a laugh bubbling out.

"S'been a while since I seen you. Missed you."
Nine: come on thenim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 05:42 am (UTC)
"Course you did. Who wouldn't?" And he allows the touching, because it's Rose and because he can tell that it's been harder than she's saying, details written into the timeline that's screaming at him. Of course, there's always just the fact that he's a very likable fellow, and being away is difficult.

But as he watches, the lines only fuzz and make less sense. "All right, then. Come on! Lots to get done, and all the time in the pocket universe to do it!" Follow along, Rose, like old times. The Doctor, with a burst of speed and energy (let's leave out the 'fueled by rage' part, shall we?) hurries back toward his TARDIS. She'll follow, she always does, and so he enters without so much as a glance backward.
Rose Tyler: [TARDIS] Reaching the starsiam_thebadwolf on November 25th, 2010 06:10 am (UTC)
Of course she follows. He's the Doctor and it's the TARDIS and there's not a day that goes by that Rose isn't convinced she was born for this. She steps inside the TARDIS, little bit of wonder coming over her. She loves this ship. She's missed this ship almost as much as she's missed him.

"Blimey. She looks the same." Clearly from the tone of her voice this is a good thing.
Nine: i'm thinkin i'm thinkin....im_soniced_up on December 3rd, 2010 01:24 am (UTC)
He's still smiling, moving toward her swiftly and pulling her by the wrist to the console. It's all fine, he can tell it'll be okay once he fixes it. And with that thought, quick as a wink, he's slapping a cuff around one of her wrists and the other side to the bar across the console. The Doctor's face has turned grim and sad, and he takes a step back, far enough not to be reached.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I can't risk it."
Rose Tyler: Crying over youiam_thebadwolf on December 3rd, 2010 02:40 am (UTC)
Rose follows along, letting him pull and tug but when he handcuffs her the look on her face is nothing short of betrayed. The betrayal turns to confusion and then a combination of both. "What risk, Doctor?"

She doesn't understand. She knows he was hurt before her but he was never like this.
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Nine: oh jackim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:23 am (UTC)
Oi! Nothing wrong with a U-Boat, now, perfectly respectable vessels. That is, if you're comfortable sinking to the bottom of the ocean in something the size of the local pub with the possibility of being crushed and sunken in moments.

Which...wasn't too far from how the TARDIS could be. Right, not the point.

The point is that his second very favorite person ever is barreling at him (is this going to be a theme?) and he's scowling his Very Best Scowl.

"You!" He'd literally just seen his Jack moments ago, and if Rose had been any indicated, this Jack was probably also very much not his. Not that the Doctor owned anyone. Entirely. Let the scrutinizing begin.
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Nine: LOLim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
Anyone who says they don't smile after a reception like that is a bloody liar. Even the Doctor finds himself grinning despite the incongruence, and returns Jack's embrace, for just a moment. Then it's back to scowling and pushing away.

"Careful, this jacket's one of a kind, you know!" Just more grumbling before he gets around to answering Jack's question, of course. Can't just go letting him have the upper hand here, oh no.

"I hardly wander. Perhaps stroll, or even stalk about. And you should know, it's not as if your memory's failing." Or as if anything is failing at all. The Doctor can't help but keep squinting at his friend. The TARDIS ceases translating a moment as the Doctor bids Jack a hello in Japanese.
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Nine: that looks interestingim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 05:18 am (UTC)
There's a pause, a good long annoying one, before the Doctor shakes his head the barest of shakes. His eyes meet Jack's again, serious for a moment that to most would seem brief, and to Jack possibly miniscule. But to the Doctor, it stretches on, into a future he's unsure of, one he can't possibly follow along without destroying something. And in that moment, the Doctor feels guilt and pity and he can only understand one of those emotions.

It passes, like any other, and the Doctor beams a fresh smile at Jack, batting at the hand on his arm. "Course, haven't you seen a mirror in awhile?"
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Nine: that looks interestingim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
And like flipping a coin, the Doctor's back to intense, and a little of that underlying fury makes its way to the surface. The Doctor reaches forward to grab at Jack's hand, his frown turned from anger, to brief fear before he attempts to mask it with simple curiosity.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Another step closer. "Jack."
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Nine: i'm thinkin i'm thinkin....im_soniced_up on December 3rd, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
"Right then." He realizes he still hasn't released Jack's hand, and now does so with little abrasiveness. The Doctor knows how dangerous it can be, and he can feel how cut off this place is from everything else. "I'm sorry, Jack."

He seems to be saying that (and meaning it) a lot, lately.
Inara Serra: Contemplateonly_fell on November 25th, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)
Inara is cleaning up after a client when she hears a commotion outside of her spa. She picks a heavy, silk robe off a hook and slips into it then slides her feet into slippers before stepping outside.

"Can I help you?"
Nine: rare happyim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:26 am (UTC)
None of the anomalies here are any less wrong than any others; simply different. Some familiar, some very much unique. This woman, with her jim jams and helpful eagerness, was a uniquity. Uniquee. ...She was a rare one.

"Oh, yes you may. We'll start with the...late 37th century." He purses his lips together, does a little more scowling. "No! Early forty-- no, twenty...sixth." Smugness was not always attractive but it did bring a very wide smile to the Doctor's face, one that reached his eyes.
Inara Serra: You're stupid but cuteonly_fell on November 25th, 2010 04:54 am (UTC)
She arches an eyebrow at his hopping around centuries but when he finally gets it right she smiles. "Very, very good. You're one of the few who seem to realize we have a twenty-sixth century."
Nine: allo!im_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:59 am (UTC)
He smiles a little more genuinely, now. It was always nice to get to meet the ones that came out of his favorite little group of humans. He can't help his curiosity, though.

"Sorry, Roanoke messes a bit with the old sniffer, takes me a bit longer than it should. Don't know if you're in the same dimension as most of us, though. Not too far off, mind. Just...enough." The way he says it is far from insult, far from judgment. In fact if anything, the Doctor is a little bit in awe. Of course, that means Inara is subjected to some serious scrunity as he moves closer and seems to be, well, smelling her. A bit musky, in the good way.
Inara Serra: You're amusingonly_fell on November 25th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
"As I understand it I was the universe over from Earth-That-Was." He's interesting and the sniffing her is a bit off but in her line of work she's run into much odder. She doesn't mind the serious scrutiny. In fact it's almost welcome and the awe is appreciated. She's studying him as well just a bit more covertly.

Nine: come on thenim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 05:44 am (UTC)
"Sure, sure. Can't be cooped down on one little planet, no. Legs to stretch, places to see!" He grins again, appreciative of the back and forth here. "And I am so fond of names and numbers. C'mon then, let's hear all about the when and the where you're from."

And he takes a step back, his investigation finished for now. The Doctor crosses his arm in anticipation of receiving information. He could always use more information.
Inara Serra: Gorgeous Face [soft smile]only_fell on November 27th, 2010 07:18 pm (UTC)
"You already know the early twenty-sixth century. I was born on Sihnon. It's one of the central planets in the universe made up of a triple star system called Aplah Centauri." She crosses her arms in a mirror of his, standing with a smirk.

"Is that enough names and numbers to start with?"
Nine: rare happyim_soniced_up on December 3rd, 2010 01:56 am (UTC)
Oh, yes. The nodding he's doing goes hand in hand with him committing it all to memory and grinning. "It is, yes."

And then, as if he's just remembered something he shoots out a hand. "Except yours, though. I'm the Doctor, it's nice to meet you, 26th Century Sihnon!"
Inara Serra: Teaseonly_fell on December 3rd, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
Inara takes her hand in his and gives a half curtsy. "I'm Inara Serra. The pleasure is mine. And where are you from, Doctor?"
TARDIS. Not a girl.: Thoughtfultardis_notagirl on November 25th, 2010 04:28 am (UTC)
TARDIS feels him. In her head. In her bones. She might not be a ship but she's also not a girl. She can also feel...herself and it gives her a bit of a headache.

In any case, finding him...and herself isn't difficult. She traces that feeling all the way to a street and a blue police box that she misses with an ache that twists the pit of her stomach. She approaches the police box, places a hand on it and then looks to the Doctor with a tilt of her head before she looks back to the box.

"This is a paradox. It could cause dimensions to crumble. Although I suspect that is unlikely to happen as this dimension is isolated from all of the others."
Nine: i'm thinkin i'm thinkin....im_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 04:34 am (UTC)
He doesn't hestiate, doesn't waste time speaking. The Doctor rushes over, grips ... her by the wrist and tugs her fiercely away from his TARDIS.

"Get away from her."

It doesn't hurt, no. But there's a discomfort here, with the three of them so close together. He continues to pull her away, down the street where he might be able to breathe better, to hear better. It was bad enough with all these orphans wandering around, but his future self has lost track of his TARDIS, and his present self having to babysit did not sit well with him.

"Nothing's likely to crumble, no. Whatever powers Roanoke...it won't be brought down by something of its own design." He releases the wrist, and turns away, forcing himself to break contact. Getting attached to this one wouldn't do him any favors.
TARDIS. Not a girl.: No approvaltardis_notagirl on November 25th, 2010 04:58 am (UTC)
There's frustration in her expression and a bit of confusion. Sure she understands why he wants her away from the police box but she doesn't understand the way he bristles at it. She watches him for a moment, silently, head tilting this way and that as she tries to make sense of the emotions and vibrations she's getting out of his head. Emotions in human form are very different still, very violent and so very solid. They wash up, overwhelm and make it hard to concentrate. She's not entirely sure how humans walk around without crumbling beneath the weight of their emotions.

"I should think I've more right to be near her than you. After all, she is me. I'm her."

Since she can't separate some of the emotions or read them or make sense of them she'll go with irritated and superior.
Nine: that looks interestingim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 05:03 am (UTC)
Oh, and if anyone has the ability to feel irritated and superior, it's the Doctor. The mirror effect is something that only increases his irritation, causing him to audibly sigh and turn back around, abruptly.

"No. No you don't. You aren't. We're not--" another huff. "Yours hasn't been by? Nothing at all?"

Along with her superiority funneling back into him, there's no mistaking a common thread of feeling lost and alone, and that's something the Doctor knows a lot about. Something he cannot just ignore.
TARDIS. Not a girl.: Esssh not goodtardis_notagirl on November 25th, 2010 05:27 am (UTC)
It's no surprise that she mirrors him. He's been her primary example of 'human'. There were companions of course but they've always come and gone.

"I'd think it would be rather difficult for him as he's missing his ship."

It's something they've always had in common. No reason for that to change now that she's human. It's better now, still lonely and lost but not alone. The Doctor might be feeling a sense of relief from her now. He's here and he'll fix her. After all that is what he does.
Nine: come on thenim_soniced_up on November 25th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC)
More scowling. Let's not get testy, shall we?

"All right then, no need for the attitude. S'not how it works here, anyway. Somewhere, on the outside he's driving you along as usual. Least...that's the running theory now on my visit number-- well, that's not important."

He stares a little longer, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, he feels obligated to trying to fix this, and on the other he wants nothing more than distance from her. A TARDIS that isn't technically his that feels so very much like his could do some serious damage.

But on the 14th hand, the Doctor was also prone to taking in strays. And this wrong thing, this girl version of the TARDIS was far less a stray than most that he took in. "Totally human? Just the psychic connection to me?"
TARDIS. Not a girl.: Quiet Contemplationtardis_notagirl on November 27th, 2010 07:32 pm (UTC)
"One? Maybe two?" She doesn't get exact anything from his brain. It's more emotions and vibrations that are entirely him than thoughts. She's guessing because she hasn't felt him here before.

She's very aware of the damage. That doesn't stop her from feeling that being with him is right. She is his TARDIS regardless of the regeneration. She remembers when he stole her, remembers when they bonded.

She tilts her head at his question, still unsure about how she feels about being human. It's wrong and it's wonderful and curious and horrible all at the same time. She rolls a shoulder awkwardly as if she's not quite comfortable in her skin--because she's not--then nods reluctantly. "Totally human. TARDIS brain. I remember, I know and I still think like a ship. I'm just...not."

And that's very hard for her to admit. He can probably hear the reluctance and the shame in her voice as well as feel it. She's not what she's supposed to be and someone she ought to be able to change that. After all, she asserted herself to keep the police box shape when he wanted her to change it.
Nine: that looks interestingim_soniced_up on December 3rd, 2010 01:58 am (UTC)
"But why human?" Out comes the screwdriver, the Doctor moving in close to her and examining her fingers, her knees; all the important bits. Brains and heart, they were all the same. Ears and eyebrows, those told stories. The scowl is permanently affixed as he analyzes readings from different settings and moves on to the next part.
TARDIS. Not a girl.: Flying figstardis_notagirl on December 3rd, 2010 03:20 am (UTC)
"If I knew that then perhaps I'd be able to assist you in repairing my systems."

Her shame turns a bit toward curiosity now. This bit is familiar. Generally he's got his head under a console and his hands buried in her bits and parts but it all amounts to the same thing. The Doctor is analyzing the problem so that he can fix it and that is comforting.
Vala Mal Doran: i know nothingqueenofthieves on November 28th, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
There's a woman standing near by, with an innocent look on her face and, you know, just ignore that giant knapsack she's got casually hiding behind her back. Nothing of value in there, no way.

Vala pauses, debating whether or not she should continue on her way, but curiosity takes over. She casually makes her way up to him.

"Why, hello there. Need some help?"
Nine: come on thenim_soniced_up on December 3rd, 2010 02:00 am (UTC)
Ignore, hardly. Not that he'll make a show of what she's trying to hide, but it's there and that makes it important. He doesn't grin, but there is something of a smile and what he can only hope is an open expression.

"I do indeed, can't quite figure out just where I've ended up. Silly old thing decides where to take me herself sometimes." An the expectant look to this woman.
Vala Mal Doran: wipe your hands shake it offqueenofthieves on December 4th, 2010 05:02 am (UTC)
"From what I've gathered, this place is called Roanoke." At least, that's what the literature at the museum she'd stolen a very expensive looking item from had said, and Vala was always one to be helpful when she could.

Swinging the knapsack idly behind her, she hops around his blue box, admiring it. "Is this your ship? It doesn't look like any technology I'm familiar with."