i_amthedoctor (i_amthedoctor) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-04-11 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | the doctor, winifred burkle, zz:status complete |
A walk in the park. Doctor Who/Open intro post
A small plump squirrel waddled lazily from his tree onto the grass of the City Commons. A light breeze came off the docks, rustling the leaves in the trees. Life was good for a squirrel here. The food seemed plentiful, and there were not a lot of natural predators.
The squirrel found a recently fallen acorn and had just bit down into it when everything changed. The air seemed to smell like the ozone right after a lightning strike, as a resonance drove a noise into the squirrel’s brain: VWOOORP, VWOOORP VWOOOORP! The impossible became possible as a large blue box formed out of nothingness, almost on top of the squirrel.
The TARDIS came into regular time space in the City’s park. Some incomprehensible forces of physics were at play. The TARDIS did not belong here, the City would not let it leave, and the squirrel dropped its acorn. The TARDIS pulled harder back towards the temporal rift it was phasing out of but the City’s influence was too great for it to return back to from whence it came.
Like a rubber band stretched far and then let go, the TARDIS shuddered as it appeared into its new home. A wave of temporal energy pulsed through the immediate area propelling the squirrel through the closing rift. The squirrel later found itself in an alternate universe, where the squirrels magnificent bushy tail was revered by adoring subjects that lived to serve the furry god that came from the sky.
The Doctor had grown tired of being alone again. Rose was lost in a parallel world, and he could do nothing about it. He decided to console himself with a little exercise and fun in the sun. A benefit of being an 1,100 year old time traveler is that you can pick up some interesting hobbies. He turned a few dials, pulled a lever, and smiled to himself. “Maui, 8400 BCE.” he said to the otherwise unoccupied time ship. He had grown accustomed to mentioning where he was going for his companions.
The TARDIS pulsed and hurtled through space/time as the Doctor hurried to the dressing room. He had just found his surfboard, when the floor shuddered under his feet. “That was a tad rough.” the Doctor muttered, making a note to himself to check the stabilization circuits after a nice swim. Still wearing a brown overcoat, and a pinstripe suit, the Doctor kicked open the door and rushed out onto the beach to get wet in the surf. He stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth slightly agape as his expectations of sunny beaches and blue-green waters were replaced by the reality of a large city park. “Um, this does not look like Hawaii??” the Doctor managed as the surfboard fell absently from under his arm.