Who: The Fourth Doctor, Open What: A stroll about L.A. When: Afternoon Where: Downtown, LA Rating: TBD Status: In progress The Doctor had many of landings in his lifetime so far but this one really brought a level of concern. He had been minding his own business moving through the time vortex in his ship, the Tardis, when he abruptly he was threw crudely yet affective to the side as if the Tardis had struck some of space debris. The Time Lord hit the flooring hard knocking him out cold. For hours it seemed he lay there on the floor before finally his lids fluttered and he welcomed consciousness once more. Carefully he pulled himself up by the console, his wide eyes frantically searching for the answer “Oh my that was rather brutal. What is it old girl? What did we hit? Some kind of debris?” His lengthy digits moved over the controls, his already full eyes widening to dangerous measures “Landed? Already?”
He was surprised by the realization that they had landed, that was why he decided to check his instruments to make sure that it was correct and that he had arrived at the correct point. But of course as usual it wasn’t yet there was something more about this misdirection “Peculiar…this is not right” he said frowning at the console. Something just didn’t feel right yet he decided to take a look outside, check his surroundings. Carefully he eased the door open and peered out, moving his curly head side to side “Well looks …safe enough” he stated to himself as he stepped out of the police call box disguised ship putting on his old fedora. The Doctor let his nostrils flare taking in the air, breaking out a grin realizing he was on Earth “Ah Earth…early 21st century…not one of my favorite centuries but it will do though..” He twisted about giving the Tardis a hard look “something feels…strange” he shrugged his shoulders and headed off to explore whistling a tune, his anaconda long scarf whipping happily in the breeze.