The Monk (bigger_picture) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2012-03-07 11:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !events, the 8th doctor : someoldhippy, the monk : bigger-picture |
Plot Post, reading is mandatory!
Who: The Monk (Open)
What: An attempt to take over
When: Now
Where: The control room
Rating: TBD
This had gone on long enough. The Doctors, in their 'infinite' wisdom, were getting no closer to getting him back to his TARDIS, and Tamsin. And that wasn't acceptable. Done was he with laying low. Done was he with hiding in the shadows. He was going to get himself out of this mess, whatever the consequences.
And so, while everyone was distracted by Rassilon knew what, he made his way to the control room of the TARDIS. He sneered with disdain at the decor. The Doctor really had let everything go, hadn't he? The man had never had much sense of style or taste. He stood before the console, trying to get a sense of her controls before starting anything. Once things were moving, he'd only have a limited amount of time before the Doctor noticed.
The Monk drew in a deep breath, composing himself, and then, like a master taking a seat before his piano, began to create his masterpiece. Stabilizers on line, destination plotted, and... there! He punched the ship into gear, and then there was a lurch, all the lights flickering. That wasn't supposed to happen. "No, no, no," he muttered, hitting a few more controls, trying to get her back on line. "Alpha Centauri, damn you!" There was another lurch, and a loud screech of machinery, and he slammed his fist on the controls.
The ship quieted for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief; premature, as it turned out. Because there came a shriek of tortured gears and all that made up the soul of the TARDIS, and then all the lights started flashing mauve, the screens blaring out warnings. He cursed to himself. He was never going to get out of here before the Doctors fell on him. And... his eyes widened as he finally read those bold warning messages. No. Oh, no. Getting caught was the least of his worries now. They'd dematerialized, all right, but... they were no longer in their home universe. He closed his eyes, swallowing roughly. He'd just made things a thousand times worse.