tdm 14

[hohnkai]

T E S T D R I V E

Survival is the exception "living is an act of courage." THROUGH THE INGRESS The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a rocky planet. Former crew of the Moira are there to greet you, and it’s a grim message they have to share. The Moira has crashed and is beyond repair, but there’s good news... the destination the crew has been heading towards for over a year? You’re standing on it. But before you get into exploration and survival, it’s best to deal with the effects of coming through a broken Ingress. ☄ slip and trip find your footing fast Coming through the Ingress has left your character with one of three changes - an age slip, a form of body horror, or an extreme weakness. The first, the age slip, will mean that the character is either older or younger and this change can’t be rectified during their first month in game. The second, body horror, comes in the form of an alteration to the character's body due to whatever they were carrying at the time they came through. If they were wearing a watch, it’s now fused to their wrist, clothes are permanent, knifes replace fingers, and many other alterations (anything goes) and it lasts the first month as well. The third, extreme weakness, can be a mental or physical decrease - weaker arms, legs, or the weaker ability to talk or do math. ooc: the choice of change is up to each player and this prompt can be game canon. ☄ introductions aren’t awkward as long as you don’t shake their hand too long A new planet. Physical and mental changes. Talk of a ship that crashed and a Hub that is home to the ‘creators’ of a technology you’ve never heard of. A lot is happening and the best way to sort through it is by getting to know the Moira’s crew. They’ll help you settle in and get you any care you might need, all the while informing you that the group is on its way to the center of the hub. Something that might seem mundane is an absolute necessity for survival. Ask a seasoned space traveling veteran for answers and guidance. ooc: this prompt can be game canon. ☄ dealer's choice just make the right one Characters have the option of coming through an Ingress that is any possible location on this planet. It can be inside a cave, at the top of a rock formation, etc. This means you can have your character have to climb or slide down, have them yelling for help, and have other characters see them and come to their aid. Your character's arrival is completely up to you, and since this is a unique situation that hasn't happened before, go nuts with it! ooc: this prompt can be game canon. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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the (twelfth) doctor | doctor what

[longdozen]

☄ slip and trip

[ there's a severe-looking middle aged man with a face like an especially poor tempered hawk's, striding about in a velvety red coat. built like a 6' stick, could be intimidating, sounds Scottish as hell.

he looks entirely human (unless you can detect nonhumany-ness below the surface, in which case he's 100% not), save for the stony, dark grey coating over patches of his visible skin. on his hands and neck and a little bit of his face. but don't worry, it's only chalkboard. not dangerous, just kind of gross.

could be worse, probably. at least chalkboards are useful. ]

An abduction, fine, sure, why not. Must be Tuesday. Except your teleporter's developed a bit of a fault. [ point to: skin

he sounds pissy. that's not the important thing, however. this is the important thing, which he is loudly addressing to no one in particular: ]

Tell me, has anyone seen a blue box? A big, blue box, made of wood. [ makes a big (and presumably blue) box gesture with his arms. ] It says "police" on it; you know if it you've seen it. And if you have the slightest interest in getting off this stupid rock, I'll need it.

☄ introductions aren’t awkward

[ once that search has proven fruitless, he'll just accost random people he passes. ]

There aren't any short, belligerent potato men with big guns marching around here or anything, are there?

[ other introductory questions you can pick from include: whose idiot idea was all this? could they not have crashed on a more interesting planet? do the abductees all have anything in common? ]

☄ dealer's choice

[ otherwise he can be found scrabbling around the rocks, pointing some uh... buzzy thing at the environment, or writing seeming nonsense on himself with chalk. ]

dealer's choice

[ex_bossily211]

[While he's busy pointing his buzzy glowing stick at various things while moving about the rocks, he may (or may not, depending on canon point) recognize the sound of a voice calling out for help. Having just toppled through the Ingress herself, Clara at least recognizes the device. She's been through one before, only this time she hasn't crash landed into a ship. She's crash landed and toppled down a tall rocky hill, and is currently sitting on the edge of a cliff. More than a little bumped up from her tumble, she's rubbing at the side of her head as she recognizes the sound of his sonic. ]

Doctor?

[He wasn't here with her before. But she'd recognize that sound anywhere. It must be him. Shifting forward to lean over the edge of the cliff she's perched on, she recklessly disregards her own personal safety in a hope of catching sight of the Time Lord nearby. She sees a flash of his red coat, and grins. It must be him.]

Doctor, stop fiddling with the bloody screwdriver and get over here!

[Never one to skimp on the bossiness, she manages to do it with ease, even while in pain and trying to climb down to him.]

[ooc: commented with the old/wrong journal the first time around, sorry! ]

canon point apologies :')

[longdozen]

[ in response to his name, the angular gentleman leans past the nearest rock outcropping and looks up at her. sonic still buzzing.

depending on when she's from, this really may not be the face she's expecting. and the expression he's wearing on it is a very far cry from the sort you'd expect on someone who's just been reunited with their best friend in a dire situation, also.

no, he's got on something very guarded. a little uneasy. and if there is a touch of recognition behind the eyes, well.

it's not the right kind anyway. doesn't fit. ]

...What are you doing? Are you trying to fall down a cliff?

[ absurdly, he's got the word "tangerine" written across one cheek and down his neck. ]

this is everything I've dreamt of

[ex_bossily211]

[His question makes her give out a sound that's close between relieved laughter and a sob. She definitely knows who he is, and the sound of his voice is reassuring to her in the way it shouldn't be, because as far as she knows he doesn't remember her. So their being here at the same time can wind up causing all kinds of issues, but she chooses not to think of that right now.

It's easy not to when her grip is slipping and she's close to falling, anyway.]

Don't be stupid! I'm trying to climb down.

[Only it's proving to be difficult and she's too stubborn to admit it. that doesn't stop her, though. Making it a little lower, she glances down at him. She can't see what exactly is written on his face, but - ]

Are you writing on yourself? Why are you writing on yourself? You look -

[Her footing slips at that moment and she drops downward, body scraping against the rocks until she catches herself. Yeah, she's going to be feeling that later.]

good GOOD

[longdozen]

What else is a chalkboard for -

[ and then she's slipping, and he's moving forward with his arms spread like he's planning to catch her. except for the part where he stops just short, standing stiffly close by instead, as a few pebbles tumble to the ground and she regains her hold.

(his eyes scan the surrounding rocks briefly, as though trying to determine if there's anyone else here he could pass the task onto. or a convenient mattress wandering about, or something.

because yes, he could catch her, but surely there's someone better... suited, around here.) ]

Whether you call that climbing or falling, you're doing terribly.

[ in lieu of anything else, he elects to start slowly wave his arms in a 'careful, slow down' motion at her. helping! ] Good job summoning a doctor, but it's advisable to avoid catastrophic probably-fatal cervical fractures in the first place. Are you stuck?

[ex_bossily211]

I didn't summon a doctor. I was shouting for you, daft old man.

[She huffs, trying to make sure she has a firm enough grip on things before continuing along. She's in over her head here, but isn't about to admit it. Especially not in front of him. There's a slight ache in her chest as she realizes that he definitely doesn't remember her, and all of her memories of the diner don't really do a lot to help her focus on climbing down safely.

This Doctor doesn't have a duty of care for her, even if it's the same man. He's forgotten about that, and now she can be free to do things as recklessly as possible. So she doesn't fight it when her grip slips again and she drops a little more, but once again catches herself. Huffing with frustration, she moves her feet about until she finds proper footing.]

Right. I know how this looks, but I'm not stuck. I'm just taking things a bit slow, is all. I'd be down faster if you did something useful, like...oh, catching me maybe?

[And right at that moment, because she's Clara and that's how she rolls, she closes her eyes and leans back. And releases her grip so she falls down right toward him. He may not remember her, but he's still relatively heroic at the end of the day. She's sure he'll stop her from breaking her neck. She gives out an excited holler as she plummets down toward him. ]

[longdozen]

[ starts waving his hands ]

Oh no, that's not...

[ TOO LATE.

of course is doesn't matter if he remembers his 'duty of care' or not, he's still not the sort of person who stands idle while women throw themselves off cliffs at him. he takes an instant to calculate her trajectory and positions himself just so--

and with an "oof" and a stagger, she lands in the relative safety of his incredibly tense, stick-insect arms. only to be immediately and unceremoniously deposited on the ground, like he's been handed a hissing cat. feet-first, at least.

and he's stepping away from her, facing the rocks instead. ]

Wonderful, a madwoman! Did you even look for another way down, or is this a habit?? [ sad he doesn't know how silly the question is. ] You're lucky I caught you, because I can tell you right now, I'd make a highly disagreeable landing pad. Cross and bony, bad combination!

dealers choice o:<

[knaval]

[after a while of scrabbling, the doctor might find a large, blue hand coming up behind him. riptide saw a human flailing and assumed the worst!

he uses the tip of his middle finger to bomp the doctor's ass, trying to push him forward and away from a short drop near the rocks. he's made worse entrances, to be honest. he'll just be... crouching behind him, 30ft up in the air. how does a robot move so quietly? who knows.

riptide snorts, speaking in an accent that would sound more at home in london.]

You tryin' to break one of those stick leggy things?

[longdozen]

What the -

[ the man staggers and swiftly pivots around to face the giant robot, his own hands flying behind his coattails. it's a testament to his lifestyle that he barely even blinks at the sight of riptide. no, he's just bristling about the butt tap.

(95% of aliens sound like they come from the British Isles, what's new.) ]

You don't get a free pass 'cause you're a robot. Try reaching for a dictionary instead, and look up 'personal space'!

[ totally ungrateful, him. ]

[knaval]

Yeah, and you don't get a free pass because you're a fragile little human-thing.

[just to be an ass, he bomps the doctor again.]

C'mon. Away from the edge. One more chance or I'll pick you up.

[longdozen]

'Human-thing'? Try again, Iron Moron!

Back, back, or I'm taking your finger and using it for spare parts!

[ kicking defiantly at the giant robot's annoying hand while he complains, now hopping dangerously close to the edge on top of it. he's bad at following directions. ]

[knaval]

Moron?! That's so-- you're rude! I'm trying to help and you're being rude!

[spare parts... THIS GUY... riptide decides to just cup his hand around the doctor. into the tantrum cube with you.]

[longdozen]

Oh, I'm ru--

[ de?

never mind though; once he's trapped in his time-out cube, he doesn't appear to be putting up an actual fight (wasn't serious in the first place.) he's only... softly buzzing(?) now.

if you feel a slight tingling sensation, it's probably nothing. ]

[knaval]

[definitely nothing... right?

riptide parts his fingers slightly, peering in.]

Oi, I meant for you to calm down. Not, like. I don't know. Set me on fire! What are you doing in there?!

[longdozen]

[ peeping back out at him, the picture of innocence.

very dry innocence. ]

I'm trapped inside your hand, why would I set it on fire?

[ sorry, did you ask a question? ]

[knaval]

To make me draw it back, obviously! Well, it's not going to work!

[did he? riptide doesn't seem to remember.]

[longdozen]

And risk singeing my favourite coat? No, I'll save the pyrotechnics, I've not gone completely mad with boredom yet.


The longer you hold me here, however...

[ he could lose it at any second!! ]

[knaval]

My current record for sitting around doing nothing is about 500,000 years, around people a lot more dangerous than you.

I'm ready. Bring it.

[haha silly human thinking he's a legit threat!!]

[longdozen]

[ a substantial pause ]

Seriously? Nothing, for 500,000 years?

That's a bit sad, isn't it...

[alan_1]

[Upon hearing the man’s rather quarrelsome-sounding questions in passing, Alan elects to pretend he didn’t hear. The bit floating along above his shoulder, however, has other plans. After all, it rarely passes up a chance to serve its function.

”No! No! Yes! No!”

Alan turns at the sound of the bit’s buzzing voice to see it stopped in front of the man and doing its level best to answer all of his questions -- at least, as well as it can limited to an answer pool of “yes” and “no.”]

Bit, come on, [Alan says, glancing at the man and hoping he doesn’t take offense to the hovering shape half-shouting in his face.] I don’t think he was asking you...

[longdozen]

[ far from offended, this old dude seems completely enraptured by the bit. distracted by whatever he was asking before, he's now leaning in close and getting a good look at the floaty-thing from all angles, pointing his glowing buzzing stick at it to scan it. ]

Now that's interesting. What are you?

[ he gives no indication that he's even noticed Alan there. (he has, he's just a rude shit.) ]

[alan_1]

[”Yes!” the bit chirps, its form briefly flashing from blue to yellow as it does so.]

He’s a bit, [Alan says, eyeing the strange glowing implement in the man’s hand with some uncertainty.] A bit of data, I mean. It’s why he can only answer yes or no.

[The Doctor’s scans will detect neither organic nor any known inorganic material in the bit’s composition. It is, as Alan said, a living manifestation of data -- one that likely has no business existing outside of a computer. Alan, however, seems more concerned by the tool the Doctor’s waving at it.]

I hope that’s not a weapon, [Alan says, rather pointedly. As if he’s really saying, “If it is, you’re making a fool of yourself.”] Bit’s as harmless as they come.

[”Yes!” the bit concurs, taking Alan’s assessment as a hint to fly back to him, away from the potentially dangerous glow of the object in the Doctor’s hand.]

[longdozen]

[ the results of the scan have him grinning at the thing. ]

Hah.

[ and then finally turning his attention to Alan. ]

Don't be ridiculous, it's a sonic screwdriver.

[ whatever the hell THAT means. it sure wasn't driving any screws. his grin only fades briefly before he's wearing another, probably intended to be friendly but still slightly wolfish. might just be that his face is like that. ]

'A bit of data'... well, who among us isn't. [ casually flipping the screwdriver in his hand. ] Where's this data from?

[alan_1]

[Alan raises an eyebrow at that. If it is some kind of technologically advanced screwdriver (which Alan doubts), he still doesn’t see what good could come from pointing it at Bit.]

Corporate computer server, believe it or not. [ENCOM, specifically, though Alan doubts the company name would have much meaning to someone likely from a different universe.] The Ingress doesn’t really discriminate in who it brings through. Or from where.

[”No!” says Bit cheerily, this time flashing sharp and red from above Alan’s shoulder. Alan casts it an amused glance, seemingly more at ease now that it isn’t having any dubiously glowing implements pointed at it.]

I think he’s supposed to be helping out a program instead of me, but he doesn’t seem too convinced, [he remarks. The Doctor will have to forgive the constant anthropomorphism; you can only spend so long conversing with a bit of sentient data before “it” as an appellative starts to feel rather rude.]

[longdozen]

he lifts his screwdriver to his face... and studies it, as if reading something written on it. then the device disappears back into his jacket pocket.

don't worry, Alan; not as though the Doctor can judge. he once spent several centuries with a severed robot head for company, after all. ]

Fascinating. Binary digit made manifest, plucked straight from the machine. [ he's looking at Bit now. ] How thoughtful of the Ingress, to provide you a little pal. [ points at it ] Keep up the good work.

[ and back to Alan: ] Tell me more about this indiscriminate teleport you've got nicking people across universes.