The Doctor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fromgallifrey) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} mirage_rpg,@ 2009-01-02 22:49:00 |
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| Entry tags: | andy gallagher, arrival, complete, day 27, the doctor |
Day Twenty Seven
Who: The Doctor fromgallifrey and Andy brain_ninja
When: Day 27, morning
What: Doctor arrives to an infinite level of being perplexed
Where: The TARDIS is plopped at the foot of the ski-lift
Rating: PG, I suppose
Status: Complete
The door to the TARDIS went bang with a slam of the door and a flurry of red hair as Donna was on her way to a prompt visit home. The Doctor had decided it best to stay in and just wait it out. He was checking the circuitry just below the hammer-gripped console making absolutely certain that the repair he'd made about 200 years ago was still holding. Pointing his screwdriver he re-fused the wires together. "There you are then," he said to the TARDIS, moving to stand.
As The Doctor stood it felt like the TARDIS itself shook, "What?!"
Straightening up he rocked back on his heels, hands running down his thighs as he redeposited his screwdriver back into his pocket. Closing the gap between the platform and the door he pushed open the exit and squinted at the bright wintry day. "What?!"
Closing the door he walked back inside, looking around. Yes, this was his TARDIS. Yes, the console was still open where he'd been checking his mono-phasic circuitry Alright, he was in the TARDIS. Closing the gap again he peeked out into the snowcovered landscape. There were no rowhouses, no streets, no sirens, and no Donna. "Oh..." Came a sigh as the door to the TARDIS shut behind him.
"Where am I then?" He asked himself, feeling the chill of the snow creeping through his shoes and up his ankles. This was not right, not right at all. The TARDIS hadn't been active, which means the TARDIS didn't bring him here. There had been no whooshing or blinking lights. With a crunch of the snow beneath him he unlocked the TARDIS door, scurried up to the consol and tried to shift her back into gear. "C'mon," he said, the TARDIS whooshing and whistling and settling with a whiney thud.
"What's that then? You got us back to Donna then?" He asked, again heading out the door, back into the snow.
"Hmmmm," he breathed, looking at the ski lift and the lodge below. "Right."
As The Doctor stood it felt like the TARDIS itself shook, "What?!"
Straightening up he rocked back on his heels, hands running down his thighs as he redeposited his screwdriver back into his pocket. Closing the gap between the platform and the door he pushed open the exit and squinted at the bright wintry day. "What?!"
Closing the door he walked back inside, looking around. Yes, this was his TARDIS. Yes, the console was still open where he'd been checking his mono-phasic circuitry Alright, he was in the TARDIS. Closing the gap again he peeked out into the snowcovered landscape. There were no rowhouses, no streets, no sirens, and no Donna. "Oh..." Came a sigh as the door to the TARDIS shut behind him.
"Where am I then?" He asked himself, feeling the chill of the snow creeping through his shoes and up his ankles. This was not right, not right at all. The TARDIS hadn't been active, which means the TARDIS didn't bring him here. There had been no whooshing or blinking lights. With a crunch of the snow beneath him he unlocked the TARDIS door, scurried up to the consol and tried to shift her back into gear. "C'mon," he said, the TARDIS whooshing and whistling and settling with a whiney thud.
"What's that then? You got us back to Donna then?" He asked, again heading out the door, back into the snow.
"Hmmmm," he breathed, looking at the ski lift and the lodge below. "Right."