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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Mar 19, 2012 21:55:54 GMT -5
"We should bring Miss Pond back to the TARDIS. And next time, love," She looked up, her eyes were burning, burning with anger this time, towards him.
"I'd wish you'd take my warnings more seriously. I hate saying I already told you so. It takes the words of a statue with a blethering face for you to finally respond accordingly." She snapped.
The Meddler took a step back, looking like he'd been slapped. "That's not..." he started angrily, then bit back his words and computed sums for a second.
"I wasn't ignoring your warning, Dreamweaver," he started again, voice calmer. "I am not a fool. But we need Ti..." his gaze flickered for a moment, taking in Amy. "We need people with her special qualities," he finished.
"Wait a minute - I dinne want ta be shoved back in tha TARDIS like a helpless child," Amy said, folding her arms over her chest in a defiant pose. "I can manage, just tha same as ye two," she vowed, quite bull-headedly.
"The Dreamweaver is right, though. It would be safer for you to wait in the TARDIS." He looked at her, noting the defiant gleam in her eyes. "And it doesn't matter to you, does it?"
He sighed dramatically. "Rod and Eye. My world is full of stubborn redheads."
"I'll be fine!" she assured them. "Though... I've never heard o' tha Vashta Nerada before - who are they? Why are they so scary? An', what's up with counting yuir shadows?"
"Vashta Nerada. We called them the Cyyisnyoidnigon sryonntgohdudai crnoauwd, which can be translated more or less as 'dark energy femtoclades that liberate the energies in carbon-carbon covalent bonds'. Or, more poetically, 'the shadows that melt flesh'.
He fought down the urge to lecture. "They are horrors out of the Dark Times. Shapeless, intangible things that cannot be touched by baryonic matter." He smiled without humor. "You count the shadows because, since they can't abide light, they hunt by collecting in your shadow. They use you as shelter, until there are enough to consume you."
He stared at Amy. "Sure you don't want to stay in the TARDIS?
The Dreamweaver sighed aggravated, shook her head and walked on, closer to the node.
"The location of Professor Song. And how to contact her, if you please. Now."
"There is no Professor Song within the Library," the Node responded. Then it closed it's pretty blue eyes for a moment before reopening them. "Correction: five additional humanoids have disembarked from a shuttle in the Biography Subcontinent. One has an ident tag identifying her as Professor River Song. One moment."
The Node closed its eyes again. Three minutes later, they reopened again. "Professor River Song has not responded to the page. Their shuttle is three kilometers from your current location. Would you like me to summon a courtesy car?"
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Post by Amelia Pond on Mar 22, 2012 1:20:01 GMT -5
"Vashta Nerada. We called them the Cyyisnyoidnigon sryonntgohdudai crnoauwd, which can be translated more or less as 'dark energy femtoclades that liberate the energies in carbon-carbon covalent bonds'. Or, more poetically, 'the shadows that melt flesh'.
Amy hadn’t the foggiest idea what the Meddler was babbling on about – that is, until he got to that last bit about shadows that melt flesh. When she heard that part, Amy’s eyes grew wide and horrified.
"They are horrors out of the Dark Times. Shapeless, intangible things that cannot be touched by baryonic matter." He smiled without humor. "You count the shadows because, since they can't abide light, they hunt by collecting in your shadow. They use you as shelter, until there are enough to consume you."
“Wot?” she asked, a bit confused and slightly alarmed. “Ye can’t be serious!” Amy hoped he wasn’t being 100% truthful about this particular species, but… they probably weren’t that lucky. With their odds, this place would be swarming with them, and if they got too far away from the Meddler’s TARDIS… Well… They could become dead meat.
He stared at Amy. "Sure you don't want to stay in the TARDIS?
She did not wish to be cloistered up in the Meddler’s TARDIS for safekeeping like the stereotypical damsel that needed protection from all things distressing, so Amy took a deep breath and silently determined to ‘buck up’ – she could totally handle this!
“Yes, I’m quite sure,” Amy said firmly with a defiant look on her face, though she was far more frightened than she was letting on. “We do have torches, right? Because these things like tha shadows, an’ nae tha light – right?”
While the Meddler and Amy were discussing the terror of the Vashta Nerada, the Dreamweaver had begun to question the Courtesy Node about this mysterious Professor Song. Amy just caught the last bit that the Node had shared:
"Professor River Song has not responded to the page. Their shuttle is three kilometers from your current location. Would you like me to summon a courtesy car?"
Amy looked between Sisi and the Meddler and said, “Well… Yeah, we do – right? I mean… We could easily walk three kilometers, but that might take a while – especially if we have’ta take care ta avoid walkin’ in tha shadows, an’ all…” Amy deferred to the other two on this one. She’d never been here before – and she’d never encountered these Vashta Nerada critters, either. Amy knew she was far from an authority on this.
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Post by sisilaya on Mar 24, 2012 16:25:18 GMT -5
"I wasn't ignoring your warning, Dreamweaver," he started again, voice calmer. "I am not a fool. But we need Ti..." his gaze flickered for a moment, taking in Amy. "We need people with her special qualities," he finished.
The air seemed charged between them, like any married couple there were ups and downs and a difference of opinions. This also counted for the Dreamweaver and the Meddler. She had the urge to roll her eyes but fought from doing it. This was not the time to start a fight with so many deadly killers around that they could not see. Amy got in between them before Sisi could say anything back, voicing that she didn't want to stay cooped up in the safety of the TARDIS.
The Dreamweaver stared at her for a moment, not understanding why she would put herself at so much risk just for the sake of the thrill of it. Because unlike the Meddler and her, she had no idea who River Song was and why she was needed.
Sisi turned her attention back to the Meddler in time to hear an aggravated "Rod and Eye. My world is full of stubborn redheads.". She just snorted in return.
Sisi did not listen to the Meddler's explanation of what the Vahsta Nerada was, she could feel what they were and that was all she needed to know at the moment. Instead, she stepped towards the node.
"The location of Professor Song. And how to contact her, if you please. Now."
"There is no Professor Song within the Library," the Node responded. Then it closed it's pretty blue eyes for a moment before reopening them. "Correction: five additional humanoids have disembarked from a shuttle in the Biography Subcontinent. One has an ident tag identifying her as Professor River Song. One moment."
The Node closed its eyes again. Three minutes later, they reopened again. "Professor River Song has not responded to the page. Their shuttle is three kilometers from your current location. Would you like me to summon a courtesy car?"
Amy was the first one who responded behind her.
“Well… Yeah, we do – right? I mean… We could easily walk three kilometers, but that might take a while – especially if we have’ta take care ta avoid walkin’ in tha shadows, an’ all…”
"Perhaps.." Sisi said softly but then halted, she was thinking. After a few seconds she started again.
"Perhaps I should go alone, or at least with King Midhir." She looked back at them, a glint in her green eyes.
"Our true forms do not have shadows because we are direct light sources, they'd have nothing to latch onto. I cannot do it while Miss Pond is with us, unless you'd like to carry her Robin."
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Mar 25, 2012 11:24:27 GMT -5
The Meddler stared at Amy. "Sure you don't want to stay in the TARDIS?
“Yes, I’m quite sure,” Amy said firmly with a defiant look on her face.
He sighed. "I thought that would be your answer."
“We do have torches, right? Because these things like tha shadows, an’ nae tha light – right?”
"Something like torches, yes," the Meddler said, rummaging through his pockets. An assortment of junk was revealed - pens (quill and fountain) and bottles of ink, a few tin and plastic wind-up toys, a yo-yo and a slinkey, two points of clear crystal, a small gold ring on a fine silver chain, and finally a small grey rock. He held the rock up triumphantly. "We have this!"
Cupping it in both hands, he whispered something to it and then threw it into the air. It blazed like a crumb of the sun, orbiting Amy's head like a comet. "Careful with that," he admonished, "it's fiendishly hard to make, and I've only got the one."
With that, he turned to listen to the response of the Node, just in time to register that Professor River Song had just arrived in the Biography Subcontinent. After a three minute pause, it asked if they would like a courtesy car.
“Well… Yeah, we do – right?" was Amy's immediate reply. "I mean… We could easily walk three kilometers, but that might take a while – especially if we have’ta take care ta avoid walkin’ in tha shadows, an’ all…”
"Perhaps.." Sisi said softly but then halted, she was thinking. After a few seconds she started again.
"Perhaps I should go alone, or at least with King Midhir." She looked back at them, a glint in her green eyes.
"What?" gaped the Meddler, visualizing his son for a moment. And then he blinked, realizing what she meant.
"Our true forms do not have shadows because we are direct light sources, they'd have nothing to latch onto. I cannot do it while Miss Pond is with us, unless you'd like to carry her Robin."
"Involving King Midhir would carry its own host of risks - not insurmountable ones, mind, but risks nonetheless. He's some three hundred years further into our personal timelines, after all, and looping back on your own timeline or leaping forward along it can attract attention." He grinned. "And yes, I know how hypocritical it sounds, hearing the Meddler talk about the risks of tampering with time." His face grew serious. "But there are some risks that should be avoided, at least as a first option."
He shook his head. "The courtesy car, and keeping to the light, should serve us well enough. And if worst comes to worst, I can carry Amy while you and the lumos protect us."
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Post by Amelia Pond on Mar 31, 2012 20:45:19 GMT -5
Amy watched with some amusement as the Meddler dug around in his pockets, finding all manner of things – though, not necessarily what he had wanted to find – until, at last, he triumphantly held up a small, grayish rock. It didn’t look like anything wonderful… just a rock. Amy gave him a puzzled look while the Meddler sort of whispered to it and then tossed it up into the air.
Amy’s look of puzzlement instantly morphed into a look of wonderment, as the rock somehow transformed into a brightly glowing orb and began to circle around her head, keeping her constantly bathed in its light. She smiled, quite delighted with the thing – whatever it was.
"Careful with that," he admonished, "it's fiendishly hard to make, and I've only got the one."
Amy nodded her understanding, but… she hadn’t the faintest notion of what it actually was.
“Wot is it?” Amy asked, turning her wondering smile to the Meddler.
~~~
Amy listened with some concern while the Meddler and the Dreamweaver spoke of King Midhir, and of the dangers of crossing one’s own timestream. Amy didn’t quite grasp what all they meant, but she had no trouble understanding that tampering with Time could be quite risky business.
"The courtesy car, and keeping to the light, should serve us well enough. And if worst comes to worst, I can carry Amy while you and the lumos protect us."
Amy smiled and nodded her head. “Sounds good. Keep ta tha light an’ avoid tha shadows,” she said, illustrating her understanding of the dangers – although, hearing about the Vashta Nerada and seeing them in action were two completely different things.
“So… Where d’we catch this courtesy car?” Amy asked, looking around the room, but not sure which way they were supposed to go.
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Apr 10, 2012 14:09:25 GMT -5
“So… Where d’we catch this courtesy car?” Amy asked, looking around the room, but not sure which way they were supposed to go.
The Meddler looked around, then gestured away from the TARDIS with his cane. "Over that way. Shouldn't be too far."
"Shouldn't be too far" was, apparently, an incorrect translation for the Gallifreyan phrase that meant "hell and gone from here".
The trio followed the white courtesy line that appeared on the floor for half a kilometer, playing hopscotch with the pools of light from the lamps and the windows, avoiding the shadows.
For the most part, the shadows were just shadows. But one or two moved as they passed by. And curious sounds seemed to emanate from them.
"time... lords..."
The Meddler paused, staring at the pool of darkness. "That's..." He frowned. "The Vashta Nerada aren't supposed to be able to speak..."
The darkness squirmed to avoid the light cast by the two women.
"prakasakasani..."
Momentarily overcome by curiousity, he took a step towards the darkness. Then another. The shadows quivered, eagerly, and he drew back.
"Somebody... somebody slap me if I do that again."
But finally, they arrived at the courtesy car kiosk - a large room, big as a football field, serving as the nexus point of multiple hallways. A vehicle, resembling a three-wheeled egg, waited. The Meddler grinned. "Prompt service. Always a perk."
"time... lord..." the whispery voices echoed again, coming faintly from several of the hallways. "prakasakasani..."
The Meddler looked around, eyes narrowed. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
Columns of shadow, thick as gouts of black water, erupted from three of the hallways, joined together, and lashed across the foom towards them. "meld... with... us..."
"RUN!" roared the Meddler, sprinting towards the car.
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Post by River Song on Apr 10, 2012 14:59:12 GMT -5
51st Century - Luna University: Professor River Song's OfficeEarlier...River had a feeling that she would want to have her Time Lord husband join her on the expedition to The Library. The planet had been silent for over one hundred years. The planet seemed to have sealed itself off from the rest of the Universe, for some reason - and learning what that reason was is exactly why Feldman Lux dropped so many dollars. The man was quite determined to sort out what had happened, and River always loved a good mystery. River sat in her office at Luna University and quickly penned a note on her psychic paper for the Doctor to join her: The Library.
Come as soon as you can. X
And then, Prof. River Song was off and joining her teammates for the expedition into The Library - to solve its mystery.
51st Century - The Library: Biographies SubcontinentMeanwhile...“Reminder: The Library has been breached. Others are coming. Reminder: The Library has been breached. Others are coming. Reminder: The Library has been breached. Others are coming. Reminder: The Library has been breached. Others are coming. Reminder: The Library has been breached. Others are coming...” the Node repeated over and over. But then, it stopped. They were here. The Others had arrived. It was Professor River Song and her crew, here to discover what had happened - why The Library had been sealed off over one hundred years ago. A bright flash heralded their arrival, and soon a group of five people in space-suits came into the room. One of them waltzed right up to the Doctor, flashed a sexy smile at him through her mask and proclaimed, “Hello, Sweetie.” “Get. Out.” The Doctor sternly barked. “Doctor...” Donna Noble interjected in a small voice. “All of you, turn around, get back in your rocket and fly away. Tell your grandchildren you came to The Library and lived. They won’t believe you,” the Doctor ordered. But, River wasn’t going anywhere. She smiled smugly and spoke to her team, “Pop your helmets everyone, we've got breathers.” “How do you know they're not androids?” Anita skeptically asked. “Because I've dated androids. They're rubbish,” River replied as she removed her helmet and shook out her strawberry blonde curls. “Who is this? You said we were the only expedition-” Lux angrily huffed, demanding some sort of explanation. “Yes-” River began, but was cut off. “I paid for exclusives-” Lux prattled on. God, River could barely tolerate that man... If the money hadn’t been so good, she wouldn’t have bothered with this mystery of his. “I lied. I’m always lying. Bound to be others,” River said dryly, cutting off Lux before he could drone on too much longer. “Miss Evangelista, I want to see the contracts,” Lux demanded of his (somewhat ‘slow’) assistant, who went about like a good little girl to fetch the paperwork. “Came through the north door, yeah? How was that? Much damage?” River asked the Doctor, choosing to ignore Lux’s ranting and rambling in favor for chatting up her Sweetie. “Please, just leave. I’m asking you seriously and properly. Just le-. Oh! Hang on... Did you say ‘expedition’?” the Doctor asked, finally understanding why River and her crew had come. “ My expedition,” Lux corrected. “I funded it.” “Ohh... You're not are you? Tell me you're not Archaeologists...” the Doctor lamented. Clearly, he hadn't met her yet... “Got a problem with Archaeologists?” River asked the Doctor, quite amused. “I'm a time traveler. I point and laugh at Archaeologists,” the Time Lord claimed. “Ah! Professor River Song. Archaeologist,” she mirthfully declared, introducing herself and extending her hand for him to shake - which he did, and then he continued to try to convince them all to leave, again. “All of you, stay in the light. Find a nice bright spot and stand. If you understand me look very, very scared. No. A bit more scared than that. Okay, good for now...” “You think there's danger here?” River questioned. It seemed that everyone thought him quite mad... The Library was empty... abandoned. There was no danger here - right? “Something came to this library and killed everything in it. Killed a whole world. Danger? Could be!” the Doctor deduced. “That was a hundred years ago. The library has been silent for a hundred years. Whatever came here is long dead,” River reasoned dismissively. “Bet your life?” the Doctor asked. “Always...” River replied with a grin. And then, the Doctor educated them all about the Vashta Nerada...
OOC: I nabbed the quotes directly from the episode, "Silence in the Library". This is what's going on in a separate part of The Library at the same time the Meddler, Sisi and Amy arrive. People present over here are: Donna Noble & the Tenth Doctor (though, no actual tags for the players, as of yet), Feldman Lux, Miss Evangelista, Proper Dave, Other Dave, Anita & Professor River Song.
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Post by sisilaya on Apr 11, 2012 6:16:59 GMT -5
"time... lords..."
Sisi's eyes, already aglow to make sure she was sensing everything around her, intensified momentarily as she heard the hissing like voice. From the Meddler's reaction on his face, he had heard it too.
"That's..." He frowned. "The Vashta Nerada aren't supposed to be able to speak..."
This would have been so much easier if she could just drop the glamour. But then Robin would have to carry Amy like a dead weight. Humans did fare last very well looking directly at a Sidhe's natural form after all. She kept a close eye on Amy though, she looked the girl. She had guts, and a lot more senses then she had initially given her credit for. She wasn't just an ordinary human.
"prakasakasani..."
Her eyes shot to the Meddler as he took a step towards the shadows, enthralled, before he took another one. She was about to grab him by the scruff and yank him back, but he already retreated on his own.
"Somebody... somebody slap me if I do that again."
"Gladly." She said flatly. She was still angry for him being so careless. But still, this was her husband and she would walk through hell and back to keep him safe. Her tone may have been bordering angry, but her eyes showed worry. She didn't want to lose him.
Eventually they got to the car, in a walk that lasted longer then she would have liked. She had been watching the shadows like a hawk for a prey.
"time... lord..." the whispery voices echoed again, coming faintly from several of the hallways. "prakasakasani..."
Her husbands eyes were narrowed.
"I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Only just now?" She answered calmly, her hands were both on her guns, not that they would do much good but a force of habit when ugly danger was near.
Columns of shadow, thick as gouts of black water, erupted from three of the hallways, joined together, and lashed across the foor towards them.
"meld... with... us..."
"RUN!" roared the Meddler, sprinting towards the car.
And Sisi swore colourfully in a language that more sounded like song then actual words. Her glamour dropped like an outward explosion, leaving a golden entity made of pure golden energy and light.
She sifted and was by Amy's side, lifting her up none too gently with a hand under her knees and the other supporting her back, her legs flinging into the air.
::Close your eyes:: Her voice echoed in her head before g-forced pulled at her body almost painfully. They were sifting again and were at the car just before the Meddler even got there. Wrenching the door open she threw Amy onto the seats, before she unceremoniously threw in the Meddler after her using his already running momentum, all going just a bit too fast for a human eye to follow.
And it all had gone faster then it would have if she had not done that.
She smacked the door closed behind them, her light filling the small car like a painfully light blaze. She was even brighter then she usually was. Fear was a good drive in moments like these. If there had been Vashta Nerada in this car, the light coming off her would have killed them by now.
Her being imploded inwards, like time reversing and what was left was Sisi looking very flushed and hyper ventilating. That had drained quite some of her energy, but she'd be fine. She reached into her side pocket and pulled out some glucose tablets, popping them in her mouth and chewing without trying to choke.
"M' fine, let's go." She muttered around the glucose tablets. She really should have trained on her sifting more often, this drained a lot more energy then it should have.
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Apr 11, 2012 21:01:59 GMT -5
(OOC: Am I up now?)
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Post by Amelia Pond on Apr 11, 2012 21:08:34 GMT -5
(OOC: Yes, please! I'll post Amy again after the Meddler goes. Cool? *HUGS*)
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Apr 11, 2012 21:41:24 GMT -5
The Meddler reached out and grabbed time, twisting and compressing it, allowing him to pass through it at speeds faster than the ordinary one second per second. Unaided, a Time Lord couldn't compress it much or for long. But it was an ability that served them well in times of stress. For every second that passed for him, only eight-tenths of a second passed in what other people would have called "objective time".
He reached for Amy and the Dreamweaver, intending to carry them with him. But his wife singing in a beautiful but angry voice, exploded into golden light. And then she flickered, seizing Amy and appearing at the car. He sprinted towards after them, his peripheral vision spotting the column of Vashta Nerada snaking slowly towards him.
The car door flung open, and a hand made of light that tingled like a electricity gripped his wrist and threw him through. He landed awkwardly, finding himself astride the young woman in what could only be called a "compromising position". It took him a moment to untangle himself, during which the car door snapped shut.
"I have a preprogrammed destination," the flesh mask on the dashboard - a handsome man of Persian descent - said. "Are you ready to depart."
"Are you all right, Dreamweaver?" he asked, making it to his knees.
"M' fine, let's go," she muttered, chewing on a mouthfull of tablets.
"Does that mean you are ready to depart?" the car asked.
The Meddler shuffled a little, realizing that his current kneeling posture wasn't any less compromising. "Good," he said, resting his hand on his wife's shoulder. "Thank you." He turned his eyes to the flesh mask. "Yes, we..."
The lights outside the car seemed to shut off, and the car rocked violently. "time... lord..." the darkness howled like the wind, the voice coming in time with the rocking of the car, "prakasakasani... meld... with... us..."
"NOW!" the Meddler yelled at the car. "Go NOW!"
With a purring of electric motors, the car began forward. Outside, the darkness howled and buffeted, causing it to lurch and rock.
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Post by Amelia Pond on Apr 28, 2012 21:34:28 GMT -5
When Amy got the message to close her eyes (though, she wasn’t sure how she’d heard it – Amy was pretty sure she hadn’t actually heard it with her ears), she squeezed them shut and felt her friend carry her off – though, she didn’t know how… and she couldn’t peek, no matter how badly she wanted to, because her friend was glowing so brightly that Amy’s eyes just simply couldn’t handle it.
A moment later, Amy felt herself tossed into the car. She landed on the back bench-seat, and with her eyes still closed, Amy slowly brought herself to a proper sitting position and waited for some sign that it was alright to finally open her eyes again.
It wasn’t until all three of them were inside the car, and its door was shut securely behind them, that Amy dared to open her eyes. She spied her two friends in a rather interesting position, and the face-node within the car asked if they were ready to go.
"time... lord..." the darkness howled like the wind, the voice coming in time with the rocking of the car, "prakasakasani... meld... with... us..."
“Wot tha heck is that?!?!” Amy squealed with wide eyes. She’d drawn her legs up to her chest and was sort of sitting there in a fetal-esque position as the car was assaulted.
"NOW!" the Meddler yelled at the car. "Go NOW!"
With a purring of electric motors, the car began forward. Outside, the darkness howled and buffeted, causing it to lurch and rock.
Amy began to slide around a bit and reached about for something to hold onto, while the car rocked back and forth, all helter-skelter as it made its way towards its preprogrammed destination.
“Don’t tell me that’s tha Vashta Nerada out there tryin’ ta meld with ye, Meddler…” Amy cursed through clenched teeth as she was bumped to and fro within the car. “That’s creepy as hell…”
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Post by sisilaya on May 3, 2012 12:44:06 GMT -5
"time... lord..." the darkness howled like the wind, the voice coming in time with the rocking of the car, "prakasakasani... meld... with... us..."
"Do note that I will kill you before that happens." Sisi gave the Meddler a look that indeed showed she wasn't kidding, but not for reasons that were most obvious. It was because she would never allow him to become a pawn like that, she loved him too much for that. He'd create more damage then either of them could fix in the end, if there ever would be an end.
The car lurched again violently.
"NOW!" the Meddler yelled at the car. "Go NOW!"
"I think this is our cue to leave." She blinked and held onto the seat as the car trashed around, these things were persistent. She looked slightly paler then usual as she looked up at both of them, her still after-glowing green eyes fixed on Robin. The car started to move forward after what seemed like a century.
"You know what you're doing, right?" She said, a slight bit too hopefully.
She didn't feel good leaving the safety of the TARDIS behind.
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on May 3, 2012 22:28:41 GMT -5
"Do note that I will kill you before that happens." Sisi gave the Meddler a look that indeed showed she wasn't kidding."Duly noted," the Meddler said, staring wildly at the darkness that had engulfed them. "Let us try and avoid that possibility, shall we?" The lights outside the car seemed to shut off, and the car rocked violently. "time... lord..." the darkness howled like the wind, the voice coming in time with the rocking of the car, " prakasakasani... meld... with... us..." "I think this is our cue to leave," remaked the Dreamweaver. "NOW!" the Meddler yelled at the car. "Go NOW!" With a purring of electric motors, the car began forward. Outside, the darkness howled and buffeted, causing it to lurch and rock. The two women spoke nearly simultaneiously. “Don’t tell me that’s tha Vashta Nerada out there tryin’ ta meld with ye, Meddler…” Amy cursed through clenched teeth as she was bumped to and fro within the car. “That’s creepy as hell…”
"You know what you're doing, right?" the Dreamweaver said, a slight bit too hopefully."No," the Meddler said, gripping a handhold and eying the darkness cautiously. "The Vashta Nerada are many things, but they're not smart. They don't talk. They don't cluster together in massive waves of living darkness. This is impossible." He sagged back against the seat, looking shocked. Then, as the seconds passed and the car began to crawl out of the darkness, he began to grin. "Isn't it amazing?"
Three kilometers passed by in as many minutes, the car steered by the almost relentlessly cheerful node and its flesh mask. It had even insisted on providing music for the trip. Now, the unlikely trio was standing just around a corner, peering at a mixed assembly of people. An even half-dozen individuals in space suits, busily setting up lamps and electrical equipment - except for one striking woman with curly brown hair, who was busy speaking to a redheaded woman and a man the Meddler identified as the Doctor. "Why couldn't the records have been more specific about when she dies?" the Meddler muttered. He glanced at the reflection in the dental mirror he'd produced. "We need to get a copy of the psiprint in her communicator, and a gene sample. Preferably without the Doctor noticing."
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Post by Amelia Pond on May 6, 2012 22:44:55 GMT -5
Amy tried to catch a glimpse in the mirror that the Meddler was using to peek around the corner with, but she couldn't really get a good look - and she couldn't understand why they were being so sneaky. If they had come here for Dr. Song, and if Dr. Song was right there, why weren't they just approaching the woman? Why were they watching from the sidelines?
Amy didn't really get it. Of course, she wouldn't... She doesn't know that Dr. Song is actually her own daughter all grown up, and she also doesn't know what History has in store for the archaeologist today... Nor does she know exactly what the Meddler has planned.
The Meddler muttered something, but Amy hadn't really heard what he said. "Hmm?" Amy asked.
"We need to get a copy of the psiprint in her communicator, and a gene sample. Preferably without the Doctor noticing."
Amy nodded. "Right... How d'we do that?" she asked, feeling a bit clueless. "An', why're we hiding?" she added in a whisper.
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