The Doctor (fishycustard) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-05-31 14:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ankh : greedy_ankh, river song : todayistheday, the 11th doctor (au) : fishycustard, the 9th doctor : fantastic_doc |
Who: Tempus, Ankh, The 9th Doctor and AU River Song.
When: Monday evening
Where: Orientia, The TARDIS.
What: Foreshadowing
Warnings: TBD
The TARDIS had been stuck on Orientia for quite some time. The Doctor was growing impatient. He stood outside the TARDIS, his back to that familiar, yet unfamiliar blue wooden box, looking at a pocket watch. His eyes barely focused on the watch hands. He just sighed softly, barely enough to show, closed the pocket watch and tucked it away.
Why had nothing happened? Why were they there in the first place? Normally it became apparent quite quickly. When his TARDIS took him somewhere it never took long to find out why. This time was different. Things were quiet, and he didn't like that. Maybe he just hadn't been looking hard enough, but since when did he have to go that far?! That didn't happen?! Well, it didn't happen before. Now he was in someone elses TARDIS, trying to figure out how they could get back to their universe, trying to figure out how they got to his own universe.
One long and mildly clumsy step pushed him away from the TARDIS and onto the street, followed by long, determined strides. He had no real destination, nothing to go on but instinct and that was all he would ever have. No, he was going to try something obvious. None of this digging around Fort Chimera. None of this spending time in gritty bars, or noodle bars. No, he was looking for something that should have been obvious.
When he had started out, it had been somewhat light. Of course, the light drizzle never seemed to cease, and even as the sky darkened and unnatural light dotted the streets to guide the way, it could still be seen in the form of a mild haze. The Doctor was used to the rain. He hated it. It reminded him too much of Mort city, and that tower.
Stopping in an alley, he swung his limbs in a dramatic fashion, balling his fists up. Letting out a frustrated growl of sorts, he slammed both hands into the wall opposite him. Leaning there, he closed his eyes tightly and allowed his breathing to try and calm. Were they going to be stuck in Orientia forever? Why wasn't he seeing anyth.....
He opened his eyes slowly... something had caught his attention. He hadn't seen it before. but when he made contact with the wall, when he stopped against it... this thing had somehow let him know it was there. He squinted and dew back from the wall slightly, placing his palm on the dusty surface. There was something etched into the wall. Writing of sorts... circles within circles, lines... patterns.... No! How?! The Doctor dusted away the rest of the dirt that tried to hide the writing. Desperately, he wiped it away. Drawing his sonic screwdriver from his inside pocket, he switched it on to act as a light source, highlighting the writing. It was Gallifreyan, that was certain.
"We lie beneath the shifting streets. The universe is broken. We are waiting, Doctor." Quietly, he read it aloud. There was a look of pale worry, confusion.... How could someone know how to write like that? Gallifrey was gone... this wasn't possible.
Tucking his screwdriver away, he turned on his heel, and ran as fast as he could, back towards the TARDIS. He had to find someone. Anyone to come with him and see what the message meant. One of the other Doctors perhaps, maybe Seeker. Maybe someone who could empathise or... just anyone! He ran and ran and ran until he was at the TARDIS doors, Unlocking the door, he let himself in quickly, closing the door roughly behind him. "Hello?! Somebody? Anyone! I need your help, and I need it now!"