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paixaorpg2007-02-11 01:22 am
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Should Have Taken that Left at Albuquerque [Complete]
Characters: the Doctor
Content: The Doctor finds himself not quite where he'd planned to end up.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Nada
The Doctor found himself laying on the floor of the TARDIS. How odd? When ever did that happen? The last thing he could remember he had been saying good bye to Donna, and had left earth... annnnnnnnnnnnd then... blank!
Pulling himself back onto his feet, he leaned over the TARDIS's control panel, poking away at its buttons. How odd! It was running on reduced power and the computer couldn't seem to get much of a scan of this place at all. They weren't going to be leaving anytime soon that was for sure. Hmmm... He had set the TARDIS to make a time jump, however it had not gone where he had intended it to, from what little he could make out from the scanners. It appeared it was some sort of city on an island. That was about all he could get.
It wasn't the first time the TARDIS had done this by far, although usually it still found its way to Earth, since she rather a sentimental old thing. The TARDIS had been quite a bit damaged from the strain he'd put her through on his last adventure but, he hadn't thought she was so bad off that something would have gone wrong. So where had he ended up?
"Well, might as well see where I'm at," he spoke to himself.
Slipping out of the TARDIS, he closed and locked the door behind him, as he stepped out from an alleyway into a vast entrance way of a domed city, how unoriginal. He wasn't surprised, but it didn't mean he wasn't fascinated. It was still quite a magnificent structure, the architecture was superb.
"Oh very nice, a domed city! I haven't seen THAT before!" he spoke sarcastically, pausing a moment when he realized he was talking to himself, "Well then... no use standing here!"
Noticing a gateway where a stream of people were coming into the city, so with a bounce in his step, he made his way to the gate where he was stopped by a guard.
"Sorry sir, no one leaves."
"Oh, I'm not trying to leave. I just arrived," the Doctor explained, much the bafflement of the guards who had not seen him enter. "I don't suppose you might tell me where I am?"
"Er ... ... please step over here and talk to the man at the counter," the guard told him, still looking confused.
Seeming to be unaware or at least uncaring of the guards strange looks, the Doctor jaunted up to the counter, cutting in front of the people in line to come in. A single blonde-haired man was manning the booth.
The Doctor thought nothing of stepping right up to speak to the man, "Ah hello there, Sir! Perhaps you'd be so good as to tell me where I am."
"Er... Welcome to Paixao. Name?" the man replied, sounding a little thrown off at the greeting, most of the strange people to come through here did not sounded half as pleased to speak to him. Not to mention the fact the man before him had somehow come from the inside.
"Paixao, huh? Piiiiiieeeeeeshoooooow ... Pieeeeeeshoooow," he repeated several times. "That rolls off the tongue rather nicely doesn't it? Isn't that Portuguese? "Passion" if I'm not mistaken..." he said quite cheerfully, "Oh right, name... the Doctor."
"Er, Doctor... who, Sir?" the man questioned, as he held out a rectangular piece of technology to the Doctor.
"Exactly!" was the Doctor's reply as he accepted the journal. "Oh ho! What is this?" he wondered as he instantly opened the journal and flipped it on without missing a beat. "WOW! A journal! Well isn't that quaint. You all use these?"
The poor man looked lost. Newcomers never acted quite like this. "Uh, yes. Everyone has one."
"How marvelous! Well thank you very much!" he left the gate, pausing to scoop up a copy of each of the brochures they had on a rack, tucking them into his coat pocket, then turning on heel and stepping back into the city.
Well, it seemed he had a new mystery to unravel.
Content: The Doctor finds himself not quite where he'd planned to end up.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Nada
The Doctor found himself laying on the floor of the TARDIS. How odd? When ever did that happen? The last thing he could remember he had been saying good bye to Donna, and had left earth... annnnnnnnnnnnd then... blank!
Pulling himself back onto his feet, he leaned over the TARDIS's control panel, poking away at its buttons. How odd! It was running on reduced power and the computer couldn't seem to get much of a scan of this place at all. They weren't going to be leaving anytime soon that was for sure. Hmmm... He had set the TARDIS to make a time jump, however it had not gone where he had intended it to, from what little he could make out from the scanners. It appeared it was some sort of city on an island. That was about all he could get.
It wasn't the first time the TARDIS had done this by far, although usually it still found its way to Earth, since she rather a sentimental old thing. The TARDIS had been quite a bit damaged from the strain he'd put her through on his last adventure but, he hadn't thought she was so bad off that something would have gone wrong. So where had he ended up?
"Well, might as well see where I'm at," he spoke to himself.
Slipping out of the TARDIS, he closed and locked the door behind him, as he stepped out from an alleyway into a vast entrance way of a domed city, how unoriginal. He wasn't surprised, but it didn't mean he wasn't fascinated. It was still quite a magnificent structure, the architecture was superb.
"Oh very nice, a domed city! I haven't seen THAT before!" he spoke sarcastically, pausing a moment when he realized he was talking to himself, "Well then... no use standing here!"
Noticing a gateway where a stream of people were coming into the city, so with a bounce in his step, he made his way to the gate where he was stopped by a guard.
"Sorry sir, no one leaves."
"Oh, I'm not trying to leave. I just arrived," the Doctor explained, much the bafflement of the guards who had not seen him enter. "I don't suppose you might tell me where I am?"
"Er ... ... please step over here and talk to the man at the counter," the guard told him, still looking confused.
Seeming to be unaware or at least uncaring of the guards strange looks, the Doctor jaunted up to the counter, cutting in front of the people in line to come in. A single blonde-haired man was manning the booth.
The Doctor thought nothing of stepping right up to speak to the man, "Ah hello there, Sir! Perhaps you'd be so good as to tell me where I am."
"Er... Welcome to Paixao. Name?" the man replied, sounding a little thrown off at the greeting, most of the strange people to come through here did not sounded half as pleased to speak to him. Not to mention the fact the man before him had somehow come from the inside.
"Paixao, huh? Piiiiiieeeeeeshoooooow ... Pieeeeeeshoooow," he repeated several times. "That rolls off the tongue rather nicely doesn't it? Isn't that Portuguese? "Passion" if I'm not mistaken..." he said quite cheerfully, "Oh right, name... the Doctor."
"Er, Doctor... who, Sir?" the man questioned, as he held out a rectangular piece of technology to the Doctor.
"Exactly!" was the Doctor's reply as he accepted the journal. "Oh ho! What is this?" he wondered as he instantly opened the journal and flipped it on without missing a beat. "WOW! A journal! Well isn't that quaint. You all use these?"
The poor man looked lost. Newcomers never acted quite like this. "Uh, yes. Everyone has one."
"How marvelous! Well thank you very much!" he left the gate, pausing to scoop up a copy of each of the brochures they had on a rack, tucking them into his coat pocket, then turning on heel and stepping back into the city.
Well, it seemed he had a new mystery to unravel.