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Tweak says, "What the bloody hell!?!"

The Doctor (notginger) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-22 23:51:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 8, katara, the doctor

Who? The Doctor & Katara
Where? The restaurant.
When? Evening.
What? The attempted teaching of science/technology.
Rating G, probably.
Status Complete.

After barely managing to successfully order a room-service brunch through a lot of giggling, the Doctor had decided that he would venture down to the restaurant to collect them something for dinner rather than go through another one-ended conversation with a golem on the phone. It was just easier when they could at least nod a confirmation to him. So, he had dressed in his suit trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, deciding to leave off the tie and suit jacket due to the change in resort. Finally, the planet was making him give up on the full suit, which was something of a miracle, although Rose's relaxing influence might have had something to do with it. He no longer felt the need to use his suit as a protective shield, stopping anyone from getting too close.

He headed into the restaurant, picked up a menu and ordered them some pasta to go - it felt like it was way too hot for chips, but he was sure Rose would disagree, so he ordered a portion of them as well, and headed over to a nearby table to wait for his order to cook. He fished Rose's mobile phone from his pocket; he'd promised to take a look at it and see what he could do about it's inability to call any other planet. He pulled the back off and examined the device he'd inserted into it to give her universal roaming; perhaps if he just tried to increase the signal even further he might get somewhere. He took his sonic screwdriver from his pocket; this was exactly why he needed the suit jacket, carrying everything in his trouser pockets was a little awkward. He pressed the tip against the roaming device inside the phone and turned the screwdriver on. It emitted a blue light, and gave an electronic sound, something like a mixture between TV static and a dial-up internet connection. He moved the blue tip along the edges of device, concentrating hard as the phone started to heat up in his hand. He doubted that the signal was the problem, but it was worth a try nonetheless.

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k_waterbender
2008-07-31 12:46 am UTC (link)

“A parallel universe of sorts might fit, I guess. It’s too bad someone isn’t around who can say for sure, though.” Katara said with a small sigh. Her head perked up at the strange terminology again, though. “Split into atoms? What are atoms?” Sometimes she felt as if life could be a lot easier if she’d been from the same time with the same technology as everyone else here seemed to have.

“Nine hundred years old? Wow… That’s about five hundred years older than the oldest person who ever lived in my world. Avatars have a tendency to live long lives, though. Were you frozen for a centuries or something?” That’s the only way she could think of that a man could be so old yet look so young. “You certainly only look like you’re in your thirties. I know someone who’s one hundred and seventeen who only looks seventeen, but he was frozen in an ice berg for one hundred years. All of the old people in my world usually look their age.”

Katara thought a little bit more on his Time Lord title and about his time machine. “Do you make clocks and time keepers?” That’s what she put together from what he said. She couldn’t fathom people traveling into the past and future.

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notginger
2008-07-31 11:06 am UTC (link)

"It's possible.It's a logical absurdity, but possible nonetheless," he mused, giving up on the phone and letting the objects lie, neglected on the tabletop. "Ah, atoms..." he nodded slowly, not exactly sure where he was going to start with that one. "They're... sort of the tiny little bits that make up the universe and everything in it. You must manipulate them in some way to do this..." he waved a hand, trying to figure out what to call it if not 'magick'. What had she said? "This bending stuff. You said bending elements, right? Well, an atom is the smallest unit of an element that retains the same chemical properties as the element," he tried, hoping that relating it to terms she was already familiar with would make it a bit clearer.

"Ah, well I use a good moisturiser," he joked, giving her a cheesy wink. "Nah, I'm... I'm not human. When I said Time Lord, that's more a species than a job title," he grinned. "And... we have thirteen lives. I'm on my tenth. So, this particular body is quite young, but my... self, or... soul if you want to call it that, is a lot older." Regeneration was difficult to explain even to more scientifically aware humans, but then sometimes it was their science that made them refuse to believe it. At times, it was those with a more spiritual understanding that could understand the idea of a remembered reincarnation as such.

"No... no, I wouldn't have the patience to make clocks. very fiddly business, clocks. When I say time machine, I mean a machine that moves me in time as well as in space. Time... people don't understand time. It's not a straight line, it's more like..." he trailed off before he descended into talking about timey-wimey balls; this was were it always got complicated for him.

"Uh, it's like H.G Wells wrote, actually. Mostly because he just copied down what I told him, the cheeky bugger. It's difficult to understand, because if left to natural devices, you will move steadily into the future in one direction and at the same speed all your life... but you can move just as freely in time as you can in space, with the right equipment. How else do you suppose there are so many people here, not only from different places, but from different times as well?"

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