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[25 Dec 2008|02:40am] |
"What. The. Fuck."
Problem with language? Then this probably wasn't a woman to be around. She had the habit or swearing without knowing it, and life had given her a few more reasons to swear lately then even before. This, it seemed, was no exception.
In fact, this was about the peek and edge of her sanity.
Walking out of the house that, last time she'd checked, had been in simple residential quiet part of Miami, was now basically beach front property. Beach she recognized even, and knew should have a boardwalk right about where she was standing. And did. The problem was there weren't nearly enough people on that beach and her house was no where near it. This wasn't right.
Turning, she meant to glance and see if any of the rest of her neighborhood had followed as well and found something else that didn't fit. The Jube Hotel.
The hotel was almost massive in and of itself. Hundreds of rooms from the cheap single bed basic to suites fit for the most demanding of movie star that could easily serve as apartments. A restaurant on top and full size pool for guests near the bottom, Alana knew even the count of glasses ordered special for the winter season in the lounge and bar on the main floor past the lobby. Why? Because she worked there, with only the owner as higher on the ladder than herself.
She stared at the building that shouldn't be there. Either next to her house or next to the beach and came to the only conclusion that made sense.
"I'm dreaming. This has to be some fucked up dream. D slipped something into that wine and now I'm paying the fuckin' pied piper his due..." Her eyes were slightly wide as she turned in a halting circle to take in what was about her. "This has to be a dream, this shit just can't be real... Morpheus. I'm gonna find him, and I'm gonna beat him," she decided aloud.
Just as she seemed to grip this little bit of confidence, something began to fall.
Snow.
Alana blinked, and held out her hand, catching a few of the flakes. Her mouth dropped open, momentary lost in shock. "Zeus, you so fuckin' owe me..."
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| Time in a bottle. Or rather a globe in this case. |
[20 Dec 2008|07:26pm] |
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The TARDIS came to an even more sudden stop than the Doctor had intended. In fact, he hadn't intended to stop at all. He frowned and began to circle the control console of his ship, flipping switches and pulling levers as he moved.
Nothing happened.
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated breath. "Nononono. You shouldn't be doing this." But the Doctor couldn't help but acknowledge internally that it was. The TARDIS was locked into place for no logical reason. He rushed over the monitor to check his coordinates and his brow rose in confusion.
According to the TARDIS he was nowhere. That wasn't possible.
He moved about the TARDIS for an hour trying to find a solution and when he found none, he decided there was only one other course of action.
A few minutes later the doors of the TARDIS shut and locked behind him as he stood outside. He adjusted the long brown overcoat that he wore over his brown pinstripe suit as he gazed at his surroundings. In front of him and the TARDIS was a tall tower seemingly made from amethyst and other purple hued stones and ores. It sat in the middle of a large crystal clear lake with a long obsidian bridge with intricately carved arches stretched across from the land to the entrance platform where his TARDIS was sitting.
He strolled up to the front doors and before he could knock or pull out his sonic screwdriver they opened on their own, welcoming him inside.
The Doctor was intrigued now and he stepped inside, curious to what he'd find.. and grateful for the distraction this would no doubt provide.
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| Everybody hurts... Sometimes... |
[19 Dec 2008|11:10pm] |
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Hyun-Ki was a smart man. An intelligent man. One that may or may not really be a man.. But he was however, Hyun-Ki. And that alone made him special.
He was a master at knowing things, after all he was a scholar. But even he wondered why exactly he was here. But the fact remained, he was. Wherever "here" was.
This was actually one of the few times anything had ever surprised him.
And it was absolutely brilliant.
He adjusted the bright yellow suit he was wearing and checked the fake ears on his head. Yes, he was adorable. Yes he was cute. But most importantly...
"I HURT!" He announced loudly to anyone that cared. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten that last apple. There were twenty of them.. all wax. But they were tasty and it was fun to eat the wax fruit just to annoy the captain of the ship he'd been on. Or maybe Tai had hit him again. He was pretty sure it wasn't that statue in the hall. She would never have hit him. (Of course not, she was a statue. She had stories to tell, not an S&M fetish to slap around grown men dressed as a Pikachu.)
So Hyun-Ki did the only thing he could. He had to find a doctor. A hospital even. He would speak to the captain about this immediately. Hopefully the blond man wouldn't take offense for him asking for help. Once the scholar found the man in question, the first thing he said was...
"I need a doctor. A real one. Not the voodoo doctors you have here. I want to see the best. Your health plan can cover me. I'm good for it."
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