tushanshu | Entries tagged with † the doctor (eleventh)

This? [ Donna waves a hand to indicate the entirety of the turtle. The situation. Everything. ] Yeah. This. Not. Funny.

[ She sighs, and for a brief moment looks defeated. But then she squares her shoulders, tosses her red hair aside, and glares at the monitor. ]

Right. I'm looking for someone called the Doctor. I sort of figured that if I kept looking for weird stuff, I'd find 'im, only now I might be dead or sommat. And that means he has a lot to answer for.

Unless you're actually out there, Doctor. In which case...

No, you still have a lot to answer for, but you'd better do it in person!

Come on, Doctor. I've been looking for you long enough, and this is by far the weirdest place I've been. I mean, I'm walking. On a turtle. In a city. Built. On a turtle. You've gotta be here somewhere.

Oh. And as for the rest of you, hi. I'm Donna Noble, from Chiswick. London. England. Earth. [ This is new to her, obviously. She's only met a couple aliens, and they'd seemed to know about England, but you couldn't say that for all of 'em, could you? ] I apparently might have died before coming here. Or, you know, almost died. Anyway, lovely to meet you, I'm sure.

So...

Lovely weather we're having...

[ What does somebody even say when they've found themselves in some sort of weird, turtle-swimming afterlife? ]

elevenoutoften

Hello, hello, all citizens of Tu Vishan! Hope you're all well this fine morning. And if you're not, I hope you get better soon. Nobody likes being not well, never really fun.

[The Doctor is looking very chipper today, swinging side to side on what appears to be a swivel chair. He pushes himself backwards slightly, wheels gently rolling him so he's better in frame. Oh he did love a good movey-chair. Great fun. Though people that know him would surely know he doesn't actually own a chair like this. And his apartment was considerably different looking.]

Anyway, onto more important matters. I want to talk about magic. All sorts of magic. The supernatural kind, the weirdy kind, the bunnies out of a hat kind. Can't imagine that last one will be of a big help but you never know. I have it on relatively good authority that magic is, for some reason, very important here. And I want to know more.

[Suddenly, from somewhere sort of nearby there is the sound of a door opening followed by footsteps, and then a pause before a voice slowly comes from the background and getting closer--]

...Doctor?

[--says one Rory Willams as he appears from behind, not really noticing the fact that his console has been hijacked since he forgot to turn it off earlier while browsing through it. And also because he's more concerned with the fact that there's the Doctor in his place when he didn't see him at all earlier.]

( continue onwards for more bickering )

excessivehubris

[Charles looked probably particularly short when in comparison with the egg he sat beside. The egg itself had a soft luminous glow about it that was reflected in the telepath’s expression. He had one hand resting delicately on the shell and every so often would give a soft chuckle as if he were being tickled.]

How absolutely extraordinary.

[He said softly, before giving a blink and focusing back on his device. Someone had gotten distracted by tiny turtle emotions.]

I was curious about the draw I’d felt to come down this way and to this, [he looks up along the shell and well, even if it towered over him it was still an,] egg. I do not normally suffer from such compulsions.

[His control on his own mind was too strong (as a rule) and at first he’d been quite bemused at the strength of the compulsion, edging towards concerned. However, once he’d drawn closer and the egg had begun to resonate, everything had seemed to settle around him and he couldn’t imagine why he’d been concerned.

Which, of course, was concerning and had led to Charles investigating the egg with telepathic tendrils and oh what a fascinating response he’d gotten in return. In fact, it had him chuckling again as he brushed his hand lightly over the shell, almost like one would rub a baby’s back to sooth.]

I would not call it a conversation, per say but whoever is inside certainly seems to have a sweet and positive outlook on life at the moment. At least this one does.

I apologize if this has already been covered elsewhere but has anyone else come across an egg like this one?

elevenoutoften

Hello Tu Vishan! Hope you're all doing well. You'll have to forgive me, I'm sort of new here so expect a few potential technical difficulties. Do not adjust your sets. [Or desktoppy console thingies.] Now, I really do hope someone out there is listening to this or else I'm going to look awfully daft talking to myself. Not that I don't ever talk to myself or like to, I'm brilliant company actually. Only downside is that it can get a little boring.

If you do feel like saying hello, that'd be nice. Don't be shy, I'm lovely. Or so I'm told anyway.

[The man in the centre of the video is a rather odd looking chap with a goofy smile plastered on his face, just rambling away. And yes, he could go on all night. He leans back a bit to get as much as himself into frame as possible, red bowtie just managing to get a tiny bit of screen time. Just wasn't right if it didn't.]

I think someone out there has been sneaking a peak at my Christmas list. A mysterious and unexplainable trip to an island on the back of a giant turtle in the middle of nowhere? Oh, it's just brilliant. Suspected intergalactic kidnapping aside, this is definitely my kind of place. Perfect for shenanigans. I do love shenanigans. Especially the word. She-nan-i-gans.

[Always did roll off his tongue near perfectly. Apt word for his constant misadventures.]

But back onto the topic of this whole kidnapping issue. Anyone I can speak to about that? I have a few grievances that were overlooked during the induction period. Not too crazy about being taken against my will, sort of spoils the whole journey. And it's made me misplace my transport.

Speaking of, that's actually why I'm on here in the first place. Has anyone seen a blue box? Very big, looks like an old police call box, can be grumpy on off days. Answers to the name TARDIS. Or Sexy.

[The peculiar man sort of looks off camera with that last word, tweaking his bowtie with an awkward air. What? She totally does answer to that.]

All help finding her is appreciated. Just be sure to let me know.

refusing

[She's been here quite a few hours now, and has had time to laugh off just about everything she's been told, although she's not trying to mock or anything. She's just not entirely sold on any of this, and isn't sure what to make out of it. So it's time to just roll with the punches and take things one hour at a time, to meet new people and maybe get in a few laughs.

Currently, she's writing down a list of things that she eventually turns and holds out to be seen. There's only a few words written down, and one is lightly crossed out

Slitheen

Dalek

~~Satan~~

She says both of the non-marked through words as she points to them, and then glances back at her audience with eyebrows arched.]

Anyone here heard of 'em before?

[Yeah, they're all on her list of potential beings that could have gotten her off course, but really she's just hoping to find someone out there that has a common thread they can talk about. She isn't sure that any of the natives know what she's talking about though, and who knows about the rest of them. The list is set aside carefully, and she spends a moment staring over at it. She sighs then, and leans in. She's much more serious now, and looks entirely lost.]

Sorry. Don't really have a knack for using these things yet. Thing is, I'm looking for someone, thought that maybe he might be here? Goes by the Doctor, always going on 'bout things nobody understands? But I do, most of the time anyway, and -

[Nope, keep those emotions in Rose. Keep 'em in. A hand goes up to her mouth, her fingers curling up against her lips as she becomes increasingly more worked up over all this. Everything's hitting her all at once.]

I've gotta find him, if he's here. He's hopeless when he's out there all on his own.

thequeensown

[Talia has been keeping relatively quiet over the network, but Jack's post caught her attention while she was checking up on things and she responds with a post of her own after gathering her thoughts.]

Hello... my name is Talia and I've had the pleasure of meeting a few of you since my rather rough arrival. [If by rough she meant near death, but that was a trivial matter right now.] As has been brought to your attention already, our hosts appear to be growing ever more impatient with us. In some areas this is as a simple as not offering us jobs, or refusing us service... In other areas, I have been physically jostled aside and I've little doubt that others have suffered similarly. I know rationing and I understand the stress that it puts upon a people, let alone a people that are 'suffering' unexpected guests. This is something more and it concerns me...

[She exhales slowly, because admitting to this had caused her problems in the past and directly caused her to be ostracized and targeted... needless to say, she was wary, but knew it was knowledge that needed to be shared.]

I would like it known that I am an Empath and a Mind Healer. One of the things this grants me is the ability to read the emotions of others and, if I choose, to sway them. The kedan are restless and they are angrier by the day... I'm the strongest Empath in my kingdom, but not even I can manage the entire expanse of Tu Vishan by myself at one time. I have been able to keep tempers calm around the Water Sector, but if you've need of me anywhere, at any time, you've but to send for me and I will come.

Otherwise, I will be making circuits throughout the Sectors and offering what help I may with my abilities. [And she'd continue to do so until she ran herself to the ground or the trouble came to an end.]

cowled

[When the video opens on Bruce, much of his 'friendly neighborhood playboy' demeanour is muted. He looks a little more serious than normal, though his tone and expression remain congenial enough.]

As some of you may have noticed, passports have been delivered to our suites. It's very likely that these herald another landfall, and given the fact that our population is significantly increased from what it was in November, I'd like to warn people about what we might encounter.

[Attached is a file, landfall.doc. It contains things like details on the llothi, the mausoleum, the ruins, the temperature, sorts of plants found, soil samples, etc.]

You have Miranda Lawson to thank for those. Sadly, she's no longer among us, but I doubt she'd want her research to go to waste.

[A slight pause, barely notable before he continues.]

And that brings me to my second point of business. At one time, a foreigner was keeping a list of people we might be looking for in the event that they arrive. However, I think it's past due we started a compilation of the names of those that have left us. Since disappearing from this place seems an almost instantaneous process, it could be weeks or even months before we become aware of some people's departure, and I believe that process is best expedited for everyone's sake. Most recently, at least to my knowledge, we've lost Miranda Lawson, Favrielle nό Eglantine and Lina Inverse.

[Not mentioning Jason Todd? Not mentioning Jason Todd.]

I'd appreciate any other names you might have.

Additionally, given the current state of Keeliai, I think it's an opportune time to rekindle the idea for a Foreigner-lead council. Councilman Tarrlok, a word to that effect? I think an elected representative from each Sector would be a good place to start.

And if there is anyone well-suited to the role, I'm happy to hold nominations.

littlecousin

[Hey folks, it's Nita! She's back and seems a little the worse for wear--her hair and skin are looking dry, and she's not nearly as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual.]

Uh, hi everyone. I'm out of jail. [Obviously. And she's displaying no awareness that leading with that might give new people the wrong impression.] I'm fine. Evandau just wanted someone to harass about the cloning facility. [She's checked the network and seen that Percy went public with that.]

I might be butting in here [and she clearly doesn't care] but has anyone taken any technological steps to remediate the ecological damage? [Nita does not usually break out words like "remediate."] I ran some numbers on carrying capacity, and it's not pretty. [She holds up a sheet of paper covered with equations in her handwriting and a truly terrible overhead drawing of the turtle labeled with various scribbled notes and arrows.] I want someone to check my math, though. Mister Stark? Or somebody. I made a lot of assumptions and I probably missed something.

[Accompanying the video transmission is a text file in English that has her math transcribed. It's a back-of-the-envelope solution based on a lot of conservative assumptions and oversimplified in places, but all the calculations are right, and Nita clearly knows a lot about ecology and the math behind specific problems like soil erosion and agricultural output. The file does not, sadly, include ASCII art of her turtle diagram.

Nita's conclusion is that Keeliai is in trouble unless Something Is Done.]

Anyway, I'd be interested in talking to the engineering and science types about this, 'cause I think we can at least buy some time even if we can't fix the underlying problem.

( encrypted 30% to Arthur, Mera, Kaldur, Percy, Septimus, Amon, Tarrlok, and Finnick )

( encrypted 30% to Kon )

[OOC: Anyone capable of hacking the default encryption, go ahead! Nita just hits the button labeled ~~"Batman please read this"~~"private" and calls it good.]

justlittle

It has come to my attention that text on this network is not translated the way spoken word is. It is for that reason that I'd like to offer my services as a translator. I speak Common-- English, French, German, Dutch, Spanish, and some Armenian. I am working on learning the Kedan language, and can learn any other language if given the time. Please respond to this posting with any requests. Thank you.

[The same message is then written in Dutch, Spanish, French, and German.]

cynisme

[The picture presented to the network might be jarring to anyone who knows Grantaire, who would rather drink and keep himself occupied rather than tidy, whether it be with reading or with simply being lost in thought. No, the room around him is orderly, at least more than it usually is, with papers neatly piled and bottles all in one corner, and clothes in one place, all recently washed. Grantaire himself is sitting with his feet up on the table (his pink, scrubbed clean feet), in his newly cleaned dressing gown, positively glowing. Literally, much more than metaphorically, because he has never been this clean in his life. Emotionally, he looks rather like a wet, grumpy cat, with his hair towel-dried and even his teeth brushed.

Well, at least he has his friend the bottle of wine at his disposal, and he's already spilled a drop on his dressing gown.]

Let the entirety of La Tortue know that Bryn Zethir is a horrid woman who will make you tidy up if you let her play at Saint George. It's a shame she's great company otherwise.

kelpful

[Percy is in his own suite for once, mostly so that any backlash from this won’t be directed at Annabeth. This attempt is marred a little by the fact that he has her shield on the desk in front of him, but oh well. Unlike his usually cheery face, his expression now is a little drawn, frowning]

Okay, I’m not really sure how to bring this up, so I’m just going to say it. It’s really important – as in, related to all of us being here – so you probably all want to hear this. But it might be upsetting, too? I don’t know how everyone’s going to feel about this, which is why it’s taken a while to come up. But with the palace starting to kidnap people involved off the streets, I think that people should know.

A couple of weeks ago, the underwater barrier went down. I don’t know how or why, but a couple of people were able to get past it and under the turtle itself. There was some kind of facility there that the kedan were taking supplies to, and when we went to have a closer look…

[He pauses for a second, before ultimately deciding to just forge ahead] It was a cloning facility. There were clones there of us – for some reason they were in giant light bulb tanks? I don’t even know. I don’t know if that means that we’re clones, or that they’ve just been making copies or something, but that’s what we found. We would’ve looked for more information, but the kedan decided to blow the whole place up, I guess. [He’s going to neglect to mention Kara’s helping hand with that] Ever since that happened, the new people arriving haven’t been pulled out of the ocean.

[He leans back, hand absently tapping on the edge of Annabeth’s shield] That’s all I know. And now Nita’s been basically kidnapped by the palace. You know, considering that swimming places isn’t exactly a capital offence. [The scowl is more of a glare now, and it kind of becomes apparent that Percy is actually really freaking angry]

So if anyone else wants to find out what the hell is going on – well, you probably shouldn’t talk to me about it, I kind of just painted a giant target on my forehead. But you guys have the information now, so do what you can with it.

spacehipster

[ It's bright outside, as a disheveled man, looking a fair bit mad with his bow-tie askew, addresses the console cheerfully. ] Helloooo, citizens of the Tu Vishan! This is your captain speaking. Not really, but I do like the thought of being a captain, at some point. [ He winks. ]

I'm new, obviously, and it seems I'm not alone in that, so hello, fellow news, and good day, dearest olds — though I suppose whether the day is good or bad or simply so-so is entirely subjective. [ He sticks out his tongue briefly. ] Still, it tastes like an awfully good day, if you ask me, which you didn't; but it's a bit late to protest as I've already told you.

Anyway, I'm curious about some things, so let's skip pleasantries and go straight to queries, if you're so inclined. [ He holds up one finger. ] Thing one: where and when are you lot from? An approximation is fine. And don't worry about confusing me if it's complicated or timey-wimey shenanigans are involved. I happen to be rather quick on the uptake.

[ Two fingers up, like a peace sign. ] Thing two: flatmates. [ said as if it is the newest, most delicious word to ever be spoken. ] Apparently, I'll be lodging in WO-2B, so if you're also lodging in WO-2B, I am led to believe that makes us mates of the flat variety. In other words, lodgers, roomies, neighbors. etc. Which means we really ought to get together and chat a bit, maybe eat crisps, talk about girls — standard flatmate stuff. Yeaaaah. Flatmate stuff. Love a good flatmate, I do.

[ Three fingers and a grin so wide, it nearly splits his face. ] Thing three: great, big, sexy, blue box. I'm looking for her, and she's probably looking for me. Tangentially related, large-nosed Roman and shout-y ginger. May or may not be with the box; most definitely with each other. Probably kissing. [ kissing noises go here. ]

Oh, I'm the Doctor, by the by. Lovely to meet you all.

sharpes

For the record? This 'mainland' bullshit sucks.

And not in the fun way.

Just saying.

[Somebody looks frazzled and grumpy and god he's putting miles on that pout of his. Because fuck yo' mainland, man.]

lunargoodness

Has anyone seen Sokka recently? I... I haven't heard from him in some time, and I'm getting worried. [Correction: She is worried. Very, very worried.]

He has dark skin and blue eyes like me, brown hair that's tied up in a wolf-tail, and-- [She gestures a little awkwardly and stretches her hand above her.] He's about this tall.

If anyone has seen or heard from him, please let me know. [Yue has her suspicions about where Sokka is, but... better to check. In case he really is still here, and hasn't actually gone home.]

icanhasshiny

[First it's just audio of some extraordinarily chipper guy rambling on.]

--like a wireless it is, but be broadcasting pictures they say? Odd duck of a thing, and they won't let me take it apart! Pictures, though, pictures, this I've gotta see! Now where's that button again, let's--

[The audio cuts for a bit, and comes back a split second later, this time with video. There's a young man peering into the camera, all smiles and bottle-green eyes. He's also wearing an absurd off-white hat with a purple flower painted on the front.] Aha, there it goes! Yes? I think? Will you look at this wee little camera! [He pokes a finger right into the lens, blocking out the video for a moment.] Where's the smoke? Where's the silver nitrate, eh? Oh Powers be, how do you work you beautiful shiny! [Yep this guy definitely just hugged the console.]

But this means that other people can see me now, right?! Hello hello! [He waves cheerfully.] Can you hear me? Can you see me, good and proper? At least my picture, I should think, but sepia tones really don't capture my true essence! Anyway, for anyone on this ridiculous little island catching these waves, absolutely lovely to make your acquaintances! [He sweeps off his hat and bows.] Kaiyss Shydath Murroe, the Lightning Cat good and proper, at your service!

daughterofelysium

I have a question.

Are there things you

wish you'd done when you were younger? Things you would do now, if you had the chance?

I'm

I want to make a list. But I'm not sure what to start with. I don't really

I'm not sure what

I'm curious.

andaway

[Kal's audio post is short, and to the point. In his world the chance that someone would gt to know Superman and Clark Kent at the same time and they didn't already know about his secret was minimal, and even then he'd worked so hard to keep those aspects of his life apart it wasn't a conscious act anymore. He could play little tricks to make sure no one could get a decent image of him, even.

But that's harder to do in here where everybody got to meet Kal-El and Clark Kent at the same time, and the number of people who could actually be Superman was limited. Thus, he has to be more careful.]

I'm making this post to offer my help rebuilding those houses that were burned to the ground or somehow affected by what happened on that night. My name is Superman, and I'd of course not require any payment, at all. I'm afraid the materials aren't a thing I can produce- but this is not a momentary offer, any time anyone needs some help rebuilding their houses I'll be happy to lend a hand and use my powers to help.

[Well, that's said and done. He then pauses... and sighs.]

And second, a question that's less urgent. I'd like to know if anybody knows for sure what happens to those of us who... disappear and are nowhere to be found on the turtle. And if you have theories about it I'd like to know about them, too.

[That's... clearly the voice of a man who's lost someone recently. Losing what was for a while the only remains of your family, again? Never gets easy.]

shootingshields

[public video;]

[Say hello to Peggy, sitting at a console with what looks like the designs of a Fire Sector suite in the background. For the tech savvy, the console address is traceable to Steve Rogers.]

I hope those displaced from the Earth Sector fire have found a place to stay until the suites can be rebuilt or new homes. Fortunately, it looks as if the damage was contained before it spread too far. I think this situation is exactly the sort of thing a council for us ‘foreigners’ would be good for, and I mean in the sense of checking the damages, injuries, and helping people find temporary lodgings.

[Not necessarily hunting down perpetrators. And she has her suspicions on what might have started it, but that is not going out publicly. So on a different note!]

Though we can all understand the spoken word and each other here, I’ve found that’s not the case with the written. I’ve started making efforts to crack the kedan language, as it were, but there’s very little to help along these lines. Picking up words on signs is one thing, but a grasp of the grammar and structure is another.

Has anyone else been trying to do the same? I’m not sure much more will be possible unless we find the kedan version of a Rosetta Stone, to be honest.

[video; filtered/locked 30% to Favrielle nó Eglantine]

[she’s not worried about it being hacked, but she’s not interested in attempting to publicly ping someone for a one-on-one conversation either.] Favrielle, I’d like to commission you once more. Would you prefer discussion in person?

[And then text;]

[written in German, because testing the feature:] If you can understand this, please respond.

unchimerical

[ Zelgadis has already been flipping through the network a little bit to get accustomed to what it was and how people used it, but there was such a flood of information there that he lost patience reading through other people’s drivel. It was time to send out feelers on his own.

The feed shows a stony blue face carefully watching the screen with a slight frown as he makes sure it’s actually doing what he expected it to. ]

I’m under the impression that there are many of you out there who arrived in a fashion similar to mine. Meaning, not natives to this city. Who are all you people?

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