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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 17, 2010 1:48:40 GMT -5
The drive didn’t take nearly as long as it was supposed to for Addi to get just outside of town– she had been driving unnaturally fast, influenced by the loud music pumping from the speakers positioned all around her fancy car... she was desperate to free herself from the ugly noise and pollution and distress that was the biological makeup of central London. Sure, it had been her choice to go there in the first place. She was the one who decided that life in the deafeningly quiet countryside was too much to bear. She was the one who wanted to be busy all of the time... but right now, Addi just wanted to escape reality, if only for a few hours, and do what she did best: take photographs.
The soft, repeated clicking from her camera was almost lulling her to sleep on her feet; which would not be ideal, but would not be entirely unlike her either. Flowers. Rusty nails. Gravel. Old cars. Brightly painted doors. Mothers holding their daughters hands. Birds eating rubbish... all of this stuff, overlooked by nearly everybody worthy of oxygen, was utterly magnificent -- and even more so from the mind of a half asleep girl. She always felt rather tired when she took photos, or read poetry and books... the very souls of the things being created, whether it be the images from books, the feelings from poetry, and the colors from images, were tiring when they possessed a person. Especially a person who was aware of them, and let them have their way.
As she rounded the corner of an almost-deserted street, she could hear the rumbling of an aeroplane flying somewhere up in the sky. An old man sat upright on a bench to the right of her, with his head leaning backwards and his mouth half open while he snored... and she stole a few photographs of him quickly, before dragging her feet onward. He was clearly not disturbed by the now obnoxiously loud sound of the jet screaming in agony overhead. A small smile appeared on her face while she considered it – if she zoomed in close enough, she might be able to get a decent shot of the craft before it moved on too fast. Maybe she could take the photo to the friggin’ airport and tell them to fix whatever it was that was wrong with it.
She turned the camera to the sky, but the evening sun was blinding her so she snapped a few blind shots and then gazed into the digital screen built in to the device, frowning while she adjusted the brightness and contrast. Zooming in accidentally on one of the images, she felt her mouth drop open like the old man who was sleeping behind her – and she glanced back up into the sky, confused. No, surely not. "My God..." she muttered.
Something was funny with her camera.
"My God!" she said again, this time louder.
There was no way that a bloody pho –
But it was too late for her to think anymore. By the time she uneasily lifted the camera and moved her finger to press down the shutter button again, the unthinkable had already happened -- and she was so shocked that she stumbled backward and fell over her own two feet. Debris of some sort had flown over her head. She could feel the warmth of fire pulsing somewhere near her, but she was too busy covering her head to worry about that now. One quick glance to the right told her that the old man hadn’t even awoken from his deep sleep. A glance further to the right told her that her camera was in a million pieces.
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 17, 2010 2:35:39 GMT -5
Crashing. Though exciting, crashing was ultimately a bad thing, especially when considering where it appeared the TARDIS was headed. Travelling in time wasn't exactly new to him, or the TARDIS. Travelling back inside his own timeline? That was, all in all, rather ungood. The TARDIS was falling fast and hard, and everything within was shaking and falling out of their assigned places. His home was rather quickly becoming a mess. And he'd only been in this incarnation for five minutes.
Before he new it, the TARDIS, Doctor and all, had crashed quite violently into the ground, throwing the Doctor from the control hub and into the nearest wall.
"Ouch..." he muttered, rubbing his back as he pulled himself to his feet. Lurching forward slightly he realised the TARDIS was clearly not standing up right. Which would make sense what with the crashing and the being out of control and all. Moving faster than was perhaps necessary, the Doctor went back to the control hub and leant a hand against one of the lever's to steady himself. An action he instantly regretted.
"Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot," he hissed, shaking his hand as if that would make the pain go away. The TARDIS was considerably damaged and radiating quite a lot of heat. The Doctor frowned. That was probably not a good thing...
Not a moment later, a corner of the TARDIS promply caught fire and quickly began to spread. "No no no no no no no!" Grabbing the fire extinguisher from the ground, he sprayed the foam around the interior of the TARDIS in an attempt to both extinguish and prevent further flames. He ran backwards, moving the extinguisher from side to side to try and get every inch of her covered in foam.
He continued running backwards and spraying, even after he had pushed himself out the door of the TARDIS and there was clearly no threat of fire outside... except for that corner there right under -
His thoughts were interrupted as he tripped over something in his path and tumbled over backwards.
"Ouch," he muttered again, blowing his hair out of his face and looking up to smile apologetically at who or what he had just ungracefully tripped over. A young girl sat in front of him, looking altogether quite unhappy. "Hello!" he said as cheerfully as he could, pushing himself to his feet and holding out a hand to help the girl up. "Terribly sorry about that... sometimes landing gets a bit... away from me..."
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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 17, 2010 3:16:05 GMT -5
Tears were already stinging her eyes before she managed to turn her gaze away from the little broken bits of blown up camera. Her chest suddenly felt very heavy, and her breath caught in her throat – who the bloody hell cared about the sky falling down on her in a blaze of fire and shrapnel when her camera was broken?! The camera that was her muse, the love of her life, the one thing that she really felt connected to – destroyed – completely destroyed within milliseconds. The camera that her mother gave her the money for when she showed interest in taking artful images... the camera that she used to capture the world, and bring back to her bedridden father with stories of life and beauty of places that he would never get to go see for himself. Destroyed. Gone. And for what?
Propping herself up painfully with one arm, she blinked and coughed through the smoke of whatever had just landed. Surely it was a satellite or something... that was, at the very least, the first thing that came to her mind, before she actually could make out what it was that was tilted and broken and on fire in front of her – a Police Call Box. “A satellite Police Call Box,” she assured herself out loud, reaching up with her other hand to place against her throbbing forehead. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to stop her frustrated tears from actually flowing.
She could hear someone trying to put out the fire, which she reasoned was probably just the old man that had finally woken up and was making himself useful, so she didn’t even bother moving or getting up until – to add injury to... well, injury – someone was trying to kill her by trampling. Her eyes shot open and she glared daggers at the bloke who landed beside her, and the ice in her stare only hardened at his cheerful expression.
"Hello!"
“HELLO!” she shouted, watching with now wide eyes as he pushed himself to his feet. Why was he so cheerful!?
"Terribly sorry about that... sometimes landing gets a bit... away from me..."
Landing? Was that what he was doing, trying to leap over her and stick the landing? Of all the rotten luck, she had to have a mental person who played leap frog in times of practically lower-level nuclear war on her hands as well. Addi didn’t know who this man was or how much of the murder of her camera he had partaken in, but she felt comfortable in blaming him whole heartedly... so instead of taking the hand that he offered, she mustered all of her strength and kicked him as hard as she possibly could from her seated position on the ground.
“Oh, you think so!?” she challenged. “You broke my camera!”
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 17, 2010 3:43:20 GMT -5
“HELLO!”
The Doctor started back slightly, a small frown crossing his face. There was no need to be so loud, he was standing right next to her after all... unless she was deaf. She could have been deaf. She wouldn't be the first deaf person he'd met.
All the same, he waited patiently for her to take his hand and allow him to help her to her feet. Though as she continued to glare at him, he began to realise that perhaps the young woman didn't really want his help... or like him very much. Though what he had done to deserve such a glare he wasn't entirely sure. Well... yes... he'd tripped over her, but it was an honest mistake!
“Oh, you think so!? You broke my camera!”
The Doctor's outstretched hand quickly moved to his shin and he began hopping around on one foot. She had bloody kicked him! In the shin! Just... ow! Granted it was a rather well done kick given the position she was in on the ground. But still... owwwww.
"That was really unnecessary," he grumbled, still hopping up and down. "I didn't try to break your camera," he assured her. "But I was CRASHING. It's not like I could control where I landed."
Eventually, the pain in his shin dulled and he put his leg back down on the ground, careful to keep it out of the girl's reach. He scanned the area around him until he spotted the pieces of broken camera lying just out of reach. Stepping over to it, he knelt down and frowned. He tentatively picked up some of the pieces and pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, testing the extent of the brokenness of the camera.
Too broken, unfortunately. There was no way to put the camera back together, not even with his screwdriver. But... maybe... He turned the camera over and with further fiddling with the sonic screwdriver managed to rescue the memory card. He held the card close to his face so he could examine it better, fiddled a bit more and then grinned.
"There we go," he said, turning back to the girl. "Nothing I could do about the camera, sorry. But," he tossed the small card to the girl. "I think I saved your pictures."
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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 17, 2010 4:28:25 GMT -5
Addi smirked rather devilishly as he began leaping around in response to her retaliation against him, which she realized after a moment was really quite cruel of her. She hadn’t been raised like that. She had never even treated her own brother like that. It just went to show how important her camera really was to her – she was willing to batter a complete stranger to avenge it. There were very few people... let alone objects... that Addi would actually harm another person for, which was rather unlucky for the klutzy stranger, because he really hit her where it hurt... that was, if he even had anything to do with it anyway. He was probably just running by to help put out the fire on the Satellite Police Box. Innocent enough, right?
"That was really unnecessary," Wrong. Addi’s face tensed up again; she hated to be scolded by people who had no reason to scold her... besides, she thought it was completely necessary. "I didn't try to break your camera, But I was CRASHING. It's not like I could control where I landed." She still had no clue what he was talking about with this whole ‘landed’ and ‘landing’ business. What did he mean he couldn’t control where he landed because he was crashing? Crashing in what? Not in the phone box?!
“You crashed a phone box,” she muttered dully, as if only confirming the fact for herself. All signs pointed to that conclusion, but she just couldn’t see how that could make any sense whatsoever. Phone boxes didn’t fly! Nor did they have anything flammable in them... and yet, she had seen it all happen. The phone box DID fall out of the sky, and it DID catch fire and destroy her camera... but it was still just not possible, was it? “Let me guess, it works off fairy dust.”
She thought about swatting at him again when he made toward the debris of her beloved camera, but she just didn’t have the energy to get another good hit on him. Watching him crouch down and pull out his magic wand, Addi groaned and shook her head, for she had just met bloody Harry Potter in the flesh, and it was really nothing like she had ever imagined. She half expected him to say ‘Reparo!’ or something, but when he didn’t, and the little wand-thing started doing something to the pieces of her camera, a very serious air took about her. She’d never seen anything like it in her life, and honestly, it was sort of freaky.
"There we go, Nothing I could do about the camera, sorry. But, I think I saved your pictures."
Addi caught the memory card, a slightly stupid look on her face. “I—what –thanks...?” She examined the small object for a long moment, and then looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. Climbing to her feet and teetering slightly before steadying herself, she tucked the card into her back pocket, and turned to the magical flying satellite. “Can you use that to fix the phone box?” she blurted out quickly, before she decided it was too stupid of a question to ask. “I need to call the police on you.”
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 17, 2010 4:49:55 GMT -5
“You crashed a phone box,”
The Doctor stared at the girl in confusion for a minute before looking from her to the TARDIS and back again. "What? Oh... it's not a - " he shrugged and gave up. "Yes, I crashed a phone box."
“Let me guess, it works off fairy dust.”
He sighed. Humans and there magic. "Science, actually," he corrected her, moving over to the TARDIS and patting her affectionately. "Not earth science obviously but earth science wouldn't get anyone anywhere would it? Not for a couple of decades at least..." it was time to stop babbling to this poor girl before he got her involved in something she probably shoudn't be involved in. He had, after all, just done the impossible. The last time he'd done something impossible a whole load of bad followed, including (but not exclusive to) cybermen and death and almost the end of the world.
"I—what –thanks...?”
"You're welcome," he said, cheerful once again. Now that she was being nice, he might be able to avoid bruises as he fixed up the TARDIS and prepared her to fly far, far away from this timeline... if it worked like that... which he strongly suspected it didn't. And he was so rarely wrong.
“Can you use that to fix the phone box?” And it was back to staring at the girl in confusion. "I need to call the police on you.”
It was all he could do not to laugh at her. "This?" he asked, opening up the phone compartment beside him and waving the phone around in the air. "Not a real phone. It's not even a real phone box. Just looks like one..." Well... since we're just giving away all of our secrets today... He moved back to her side and pointed into the open doorway of the TARDIS. "Look, does that look like the inside of a Police Box to you?"
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Post by tardis on Jan 17, 2010 12:51:02 GMT -5
There was not much she could do to help the Doctor at this point. The regeneration had quite... well destroyed her. First with the fire, then with the hurling through space, as such: Yes, it was going to be a rough landing... probably too rough for the Doctor. And how she was going to protect him... well either of them... as she fell through the Earth's atmosphere, she really had no idea. And she couldn't even think about the idea that they were crashing into Earth 2005... which is right square in his own timeline. Oh, things were going to be bad. But, she couldn't think about that. All she could worry about was getting them somewhat safe. She groaned in pain and agony as she came to a crashing halt. And what felt to her like a last dying breath, she allowed herself to be consumed. Of course her Doctor was not about to let that happen. She felt him put the fires out... although she herself thought it was too late... much too late. And he was hyper. The euphoria of surviving not only another regeneration, but the crash and fire itself was the only emotion that seemed to ebb forth from him... even if he was a wee bit concerned for her. At this point, she was spent. There really was nothing she could do. She was actually glad when he exited... which meant... perhaps it was time. Funny she always thought he'd be the first of them to go... She groaned... but did not yet know how to speak to this new Doctor... When he exited he could see the exterior damage to her structure, she was ... well... very nearly beyond repair:
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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 18, 2010 19:57:20 GMT -5
"Science, actually, Not earth science obviously but earth science wouldn't get anyone anywhere would it? Not for a couple of decades at least..."
Addi simply pulled a face at him and said nothing in response while he patted the object as though they were the best of friends. The greater part of what he was saying baffled her – not because she didn’t understand what he meant, but because he said it as if he knew exactly what he was talking about.
"This? Not a real phone. It's not even a real phone box. Just looks like one..."
He looked rather funny waving the telephone around, and Addi felt herself reluctantly laughing at him despite her grave spirit and her grave situation that was ultimately very grave indeed. He was quite entertaining; she would give him that – as far as evil camera-murderers from the sky went.
"Look, does that look like the inside of a Police Box to you?"
Agitated, Addi sighed and leaned sideways, deciding it was probably best to humour him, and followed his outstretched arm with her gaze. “You know, they have some pretty new Boxes in London that —“ she started, and then stopped. Her eyes widening and her breath held in shock at what she saw beyond the doorway, her hand quickly flew up to cover her mouth – what she was seeing was impossible. She looked up at him in stunned silence and then looked back at the call box again, before making up her mind and stepping gingerly toward it. She poked her head around the side of the box, half expecting to see some sort of giant room attached to it that she hadn’t noticed at first glance. Upon seeing nothing of the sort, just a regular run-of-the-mill looking call box, she shot the stranger a look of utterly dark suspicion and then rushed into the room before her... which she realized (but didn’t rightly care) may have been a bit rude.
“Bit messy in here!” she called back to him, her eyes falling upon the total destruction of the room. Moving further in, she let her inborn curiosity guide her to what looked like some sort of control panel in the middle of the room, where she stopped and stared at it in fascination. She was completely overwhelmed and confused, but decided it was best to go along with madness than to fight it.
“Who are you?” asked weakly.
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 18, 2010 22:32:26 GMT -5
“You know, they have some pretty new Boxes in London that —“
Watching someone new discover the wonders of the TARDIS never really got old. He liked to see the look of wonder on a human's face as they peeked behind the TARDIS looking for a hidden room and saw only the regular looking police box walls.
This girl was no exception and he couldn't suppress a smile as she first examined behind the TARDIS and discovered no extra walls. He held his smile as she looked back at him suspiciously and rushed into the TARDIS. That was a little new, most people rushed out of the TARDIS, but he did always like curiosity.
“Bit messy in here!”
"Hey!" he called indignantly, following her inside. He had been expecting something more like 'Wow, it's bigger on the inside!' as was the norm for humans seeing the inside of the TARDIS. "I was crashing, remember?"
He stared at his hand as it rested against the railing. New hand. New fingers. His hands were bigger than last time, he thought. Or maybe his eyes were just smaller... no... that made no sense whatsoever.
“Who are you?”
Her voice dragged him from his rather odd thoughts and he looked up to see her standing over by the control hub.
"I'm the Doctor," he said simply, because of course he had no other answer. Making his way over to the control hub, he came to a halt behind her, a pleasant smile on his face. "And who might you be?"
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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 18, 2010 23:45:34 GMT -5
"Hey! I was crashing, remember?"
“Yes, I remember.” Addi had to fight very hard not to roll her eyes like some teenage girl arguing with her mother. “You nearly killed me. Do you remember?”
Addi stared blankly at the controls in front of her, positively dumfounded. She had never seen anything like them before in her life, and she had seen some pretty technical things at the university with regards to Astronomy and telescopes and the like – but this was beyond her comprehension. They didn’t look altogether complicated, but just... strange. Foreign. It was especially strange that she seemed to be so quick to assume that this was all legit ... Addi wasn’t really a girl that needed proof in order to believe something exists, after all. She had just never had an encounter quite like this, and it was doing her head in.
"I'm the Doctor,"
“Doctor...” she repeated as she lightly touched one of the controls with the tip of her finger, and then quickly pulled it away again. She had heard that lie before. “Doctor what?” She spun around to get a good look at him. He couldn’t have been much older than she was, and she had just barely finished her first degree... unless he was some sort of genius, which he very well could have been by the looks of things... “You’re a bit young to be a doctor, aren’t you?”
"And who might you be?"
“Addi Ackerman...” she answered awkwardly, fidgeting slightly. He seemed in such good spirits for having fallen from the sky in a ball of fire, it was making her a bit nervous. Insanity is often confused with intelligence, and she wasn’t quite sure yet what this Doctor was. He could have been a prodigy. Or he could have been on a day-pass from the local crazy house. “You’re up to no good, Doctor,” she managed to say, with slightly more confidence than she felt. “People don’t just fall out of the sky. Astronauts don’t even fall from the sky. Nor do aliens. I mean, aliens, they come down with their green faces. And they ... land ... with their giant ... space ... ships ... oh, bleeding hell.”
Trailing off, Addi now felt more awkward than ever. She chewed her lip hard and scuffed the floor with one of her feet, and then turned away from him to look at the controls again. “You’re not abducting me,” she warned him firmly.
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 19, 2010 20:26:46 GMT -5
“Doctor...”
"Hello!" he said, wiggling his fingers at her while she examined the TARDIS controls.
“Doctor what?”
"Just the Doctor." How many times over the years had he had this conversation? Sometimes it was harder to convince people who he was than others, but in the end they usually just went with it... Not that there would be an 'in the end' with this girl. Badness was afoot, he could tell, and it wouldn't be fair to drag this poor girl into it.
“You’re a bit young to be a doctor, aren’t you?”
He frowned. "No," he said. "Why, how old do I look?" He hadn't really had a chance to look in the mirror what with the crashing and all. Though he had noticed he seemed to get younger with each regeneration. Which was kind of weird really.
“Addi Ackerman...”
"Pleased to meet you, Addi Ackerman," he said, pulling his hands away from his face. He'd been in the process of trying to figure out how old he looked by touch but it wasn't working very well.
“You’re up to no good, Doctor,” Well that just wasn't fair. It's not like he went looking for trouble... it just tended to follow him around a lot. Okay, to be fair, sometimes he did go looking for trouble. But only sometimes. And only mild trouble that was at the complete opposite end of the spectrum to the apocalypse. “People don’t just fall out of the sky. Astronauts don’t even fall from the sky. Nor do aliens. I mean, aliens, they come down with their green faces. And they ... land ... with their giant ... space ... ships ... oh, bleeding hell.”
"People fall out of the sky all the time," he corrected her, a small grin on his face. "I think they're called skydivers. And aliens? Well, I think a lot of them would be very insulted by your talk of green faces. I mean," he pointed to his face. "Is this face green?" He really, really hoped it wasn't green.
“You’re not abducting me,”
"I honestly hadn't been planning on it," he assured her. Though now that he thought about it, it might be nice to have someone again. He'd been alone for some time before regenerating and he remembered how badly that ended. But no, now was not the time. "Besides, the TARDIS is hardly in any shape to take anyone anywhere for the moment."
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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 19, 2010 23:15:10 GMT -5
"No, Why, how old do I look?"
“You can’t be much older than I am,” Addi said, glancing back at him. Was he really implying that he was older than he looked? “And I’ve only got one degree so far. I’ll be a doctor one day myself, you know...” she trailed off, and then smirked a bit. “I think I’ll have people call me ‘the Doctor’ as well.”
"Pleased to meet you, Addi Ackerman,"
She didn’t even bother to let his strange behaviour worry her anymore... even though he looked as if he was brand new in his skin, and anybody would find that odd, it seemed to her like something that was so totally characteristic of him. “And you, Doctor,” she smiled brightly at him, and then remembered her broken camera and turned away.
"People fall out of the sky all the time, I think they're called skydivers. And aliens? Well, I think a lot of them would be very insulted by your talk of green faces. I mean, Is this face green?"
Addi spun back around to face him again, her hands at her hips... all this dancing about and she was starting to feel rather dizzy from it all. “Skydivers fall a bit more gracefully than you’ve done, Doctor, crashing about in your Police Call Box from the future! At least they have the decency to use a parachute to slow them down while I imagine you enjoy making an entrance...” she pointed out, taking a step toward him to examine his face more closely.
She stood on her toes to get a better look at him, tilting and moving her head while she stared. “But no, I suppose your face isn’t very green,” she admitted, falling back to the flats of her feet. “Hang on – so you admit you’re an alien then?!”
"I honestly hadn't been planning on it,"
“Oh,” she said, feeling a bit disappointed. Being abducted would have been very exciting. “That’s... good.”
"Besides, the TARDIS is hardly in any shape to take anyone anywhere for the moment."
“TARDIS. Is that what this is...?” she mused, looking up at the ceiling in wonder. It was really quite nice, or at least seemed like it would have been before the mass destruction. After a long moment of simply wandering about, staring in amazement at the structure around her, she directed her attention back to the Doctor. “Do you need help fixing her? I’m pretty helpful when I’m not kicking people in the shins.” She was assuming it was a her, anyway. Most crafts were. She was also desperate to get involved in the TARDIS for some reason... it was most definitely not boring in here.
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 20, 2010 0:14:30 GMT -5
“You can’t be much older than I am,”
His frown deepened as he examined the girl... she was what, in her early twenties? I'm not that young, surely? That was... weird. "I'm a lot older than I look," he grumbled, running a hand through his hair... stupid long hair... that was probably why he looked so young.
“And I’ve only got one degree so far. I’ll be a doctor one day myself, you know...I think I’ll have people call me ‘the Doctor’ as well.”
"Oh really?" he said, raising his eyebrows in interest. "A doctor of what, exactly?"
Another doctor... Martha had been studying to be a doctor. She'd never planned on naming herself the Doctor though... not as far as he knew at least... What was he talking about? He wasn't taking this girl with him... so really there wasn't another doctor... not at all.
“Skydivers fall a bit more gracefully than you’ve done, Doctor, crashing about in your Police Call Box from the future! At least they have the decency to use a parachute to slow them down while I imagine you enjoy making an entrance...”
"Admittedly, I do enjoy a good entrance," he said, frowning down at her as she moved closer to examine him. "But crashing isn't really all that good of an entrance."
“But no, I suppose your face isn’t very green,” Well, thank goodness for that. “Hang on – so you admit you’re an alien then?!”
He smiled at her. "Miss Ackerman, you're standing inside my... spaceship I guess you could call it, though she's so much more than that... no point denying the utter alieness that is me." Trying to keep her from getting involved didn't really seem to be working very well. At this rate they'd be flying off to some distant planet in record time.
“Oh, That’s... good.”
Was that disappointment he detected in her voice? Oh bugger it all, why the hell not?
"Well... unless you want to come for a ride... when she's up and running..." Good going, Doctor, well done.
“TARDIS. Is that what this is...?”
The Doctor relaxed back into a smile, he could talk about the TARDIS. He really liked talking about the TARDIS in fact. "Yes, TARDIS. Stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space."
“Do you need help fixing her? I’m pretty helpful when I’m not kicking people in the shins.”
Another smile. "I'm sure," he said, shaking his leg slightly of the dull ache in his shin. "And you're more than welcome to help... though I don't know how good you are at Gallifreyan mechanics..."
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Post by Addi Ackerman on Jan 20, 2010 1:18:10 GMT -5
"Oh really? A doctor of what, exactly?"
“Astronomy,” she answered simply, eyeing him closely. “I like Space.” "Admittedly, I do enjoy a good entrance. But crashing isn't really all that good of an entrance."
Addi nodded gravely. He was certainly right about that... though, she figured that watching a Police Call Box fall from the sky would have been a more exciting event had her most prized possession not bitten the big one. And if she hadn’t smacked her head off the pavement in a very ungraceful and unladylike display of complete clumsiness. And if said Police Call Box ended up in better shape so that she could examine it more. And if she hadn’t tried to beat him up.
"Miss Ackerman, you're standing inside my... spaceship I guess you could call it, though she's so much more than that... no point denying the utter alieness that is me."
“Brilliant!” she breathed excitedly. Letting her scientific side take over for just a moment, she reached out and grabbed his hand, and then examined it with complete fascination. Dropping it away, she pointed a finger at his face, and then after a hesitation, she prodded his cheek with the tip of her finger. He was real, at least. She could tell that much about him. “But you look so... human.”
Well, he didn’t look much like a proper alien should at all! They were supposed to have antennas and spit slime or something, not be all happy and gentlemanly. In her years of studying the stars and searching for planets and galaxies, safe from the observation area at the university, never once had she thought she would ever speak to a real alien let alone have him trip over her. She knew that something was out there, but she was never quite sure what... and she was very glad that he wasn’t green. It would have been very difficult for her to look him in the eye if that were the case.
"Well... unless you want to come for a ride... when she's up and running..."
Hey eyes widened in shock, and she was fairly certain that she had just had a mild heart attack. “Honestly?! You mean it?” Addi asked eagerly, looking around the TARDIS once more. She would have loved to see it in its proper form while it flew around doing whatever it was the Doctor did... after all, she had nothing in London to hold her back from taking on such a voyage anyway, so she really wanted the TARDIS to right itself as soon as possible. “I’d be a fool not to say yes, wouldn’t I?”
"Yes, TARDIS. Stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space."
This was a language that Addi understood very well, so she couldn’t help but grin. What a strange day this was turning out to be – an emotional rollercoaster that she couldn’t and wouldn’t get off of, even if she wanted to.
"I'm sure," Addi chuckled as he shook out his leg. Good, it had hurt him. "And you're more than welcome to help... though I don't know how good you are at Gallifreyan mechanics..."
“Gallifreyan mechanics? I’m brilliant at it,” she joked, moving over to a pile of debris and sifting through it... looking for God knows what. ”Gallifrey. Is that where you’re from? What on earth are you doing on... earth?”
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jan 20, 2010 2:06:15 GMT -5
“Astronomy, I like Space.”
He widened his eyes at her. "Really?" he asked. "That's... that's fantastic!" Oh the things he could show her... assuming she decided to join him and he didn't accidentally get her killed.
His eyes widened further - if that was possible - in surprise as she grabbed his hand and examined it. Then prodded his cheek. He couldn't remember someone being that excited about his alien nature. “But you look so... human.”
Well... he supposed that was true. Kind of. "Only on the outside," he told her, taking one of her hands and placing it against the left side of his chest so she could feel his heart beat. Then she moved it to the other side so she could feel his other heart beat.
“Honestly?! You mean it?” He simply nodded at her, a small grin spreading across his face. “I’d be a fool not to say yes, wouldn’t I?”
"Only a little," he agreed.
“Gallifreyan mechanics? I’m brilliant at it,”
He had to laugh as she started sifting through some of the debri lying around the TARDIS, probably completely unaware of what exactly she was looking at.
”Gallifrey. Is that where you’re from? What on earth are you doing on... earth?”
"It is indeed," he said, moving to kneel beside her and examine the pieces of TARDIS she was looking at. "And I like earth... humans are so... well... I just like it here."
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