cape_kore | the Doctor | 002 | Day 40

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the Doctor | 002 | Day 40 | Video

[His hair is disheveled, evidence of hours of hands running through and tugging at strands, as he leans back in a desk with feet propped up.]

Right, so... Any conclusions on that earthquake? How trustworthy is this Maria? It doesn't seem very bright to plot an escape when 'they' are monitoring our every move.

And these hallucinations? Glad to know I'm not going to be thrown in a loony bin yet.

[[LOCKED FROM DONNA NOBLE]]

[He rubs at his eyelid, perhaps a nervous habit of his, before pulling his feet in and sitting up straight, looking dead into the camera.]

I know I'm not the only one different out of this lot, and I need help. 1. For the few that have talked to me and know of Donna Noble, don't refer to me as 'Doctor' around her, this is extremely vital. I'm John Smith to her. 2. I can explain why this is, [He licks his lips and narrows his eyes for a moment, clearing searching for the correct wording.] but it's all rather complicated. C.. No wait, was I using letters? 3. Backing up to my statement of differences, anyone have experience in telekinesis or for lack of better terms, probing one's mind?

The technology is rubbish here and for what I'm needing to accomplish would take me a very, very long time and it might be too late then.

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Hello! I'm the Doctor. [He waves his hand in a greeting.]

So... something electrical? Or body mortification? [It was a wild guess.]

Let's go with electrical. That makes sense.

... Up for a walk, The Doctor?

[There's a laugh at the article being used. At least she wasn't asking for a last name.]

You name the place, and I'm there!

[She's from a place where her "dad" runs around being called 'the Wolverine'. And there are others with even weirder names.]

The edge of the woods, fifteen minutes? Bring a couple of bottles or whatever to use as targets.

[It takes him a good 15 minutes just to find her, and he holds up two old beer bottles he managed to find in a cabinet in the house he's crashed at.]

Hello! Will this do?

[He could tell it was a bit chilly out, but it didn't bother him as much as he expected it to for her.]

[Jubilee had put on her unstable molecule gloves. It's cold, she doesn't like the cold, and she doesn't have her vast closet to draw on.

However, she did find a flannel shirt, a coat and very ugly blue and green scarf. She grins and bounces on her toes, flexing her hands.]

Dude, those'll be cool. Find a place to set them up. I haven't done target practice in a week or so. Let's hope I'm not totally rusty.

[He looks around and finds an old tree stump not far from where they were and sets the glasses up a few inches apart from each other.]

Will this do, or will they need to be more spread apart?

[He was still rather confused (but no short of absolutely fascinated) as to what he would be witnessing.]

[She grins and cocks her head to the side.]

Nah, leave 'em together. See if my accuracy is any good.

[Her hands flex again.]

So! Back in my world, there's a genetic component to some folks. Gives us powers. It's called the X-Gene. Now, the thing is, the powers usually show up right around puberty. Stress, hormones, whatever, and whammo, there ya are with powers.

I know of a couple who were born with pretty heavy physical mutations, but they're like the only two mutants born with active powers that I've heard of.

[She flings out a hand and bright light globules race through the air. Pink, yellow, green, blue spark and pop in the air. One slams into the right hand bottle, shattering it. The force of the explosion knocks over the other bottle, sending it rolling off the stump to crack against the ground.]

Nuts. I missed.

[He's listening intently and watching her closely when...]

Oh brilliant! That's... Really really fantastic! How did you know you could do that?

[She holds up her hand, letting the sparks swirl around her fingertips before pulling her powers in again.]

I was eleven. My friend and I were roller blading through the mall. The cops took exception to it. My friend managed to get away, but I got caught. There was construction or something. I got cornered by the mall cops. They didn't see me, and then, suddenly...

[The colors erupt into the air, hissing and cracking like fireworks. They don't hit anything, but merely crack in the air.]

They were blinded and I got away.

[She shrugs.]

[His eyes were huge as he was deeply fascinated by this.] What else can you do?

[He moves to the bottles to inspect the damage before fixing the still whole one to the stump before looking back towards her.]

[She shrugs.]

I can make them brighter, change the colors, change the brightness, make them louder, or I can make one hover over my shoulder to give me a bit of light. I can reabsorb them into my body.

[She looks at the bottles.]

I detonate matter on a subatomic level. I'm a walking atom bomb.

Bloody brilliant...

[Obviously the Doctor was far too fascinated over this.] So you're able to keep it in check, or is there times where you can't control it...?

[Without asking he made his way over to her and took her hands in his, inspecting them, despite her wearing the gloves.] Blisters or burn marks?

[It's a good thing that she's so used to people being fascinated by her powers.]

I can keep it in check. It used to be that most electrical equipment wasn't safe around me when I was crabby. Even now, I can pop off if it's bad. My temper's short.

[She pulls off the gloves, revealing the fingerless gloves underneath. She's hiding scars.]

The first time my powers erupted, I could feel them for days. Now, if I overuse them, or don't use them enough, I can feel them kinda popping under my skin. Like, when your hand falls asleep and then starts waking up? Like that.

Oh... OH! OH, THIS IS BRILLIANT!

[Don't mind him, he tended to have these manic tendencies, as his eyes grew wide and he excitedly paced around, tugging at the strands of his hair.] No, no this is fantastic!

With your help, I can perhaps manipulate the rubbish in the kitchens. To help build things. The joules they make are worthless, but maybe with a boost... Oh, maybe something can be made out of it.

Uhhh.

[She takes a step back, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She doesn't like them on display. Not since... well, she doesn't like them on display.]

Detonation on the molecular level? I'm not an energy source.

No, that's not what I meant.

[He stops pacing, looking up as his tongue poked at the corner of his mouth, clearly lost in thought.]

I know you're not an energy source, but what you provide is a higher rate than those bits combined, perhaps with added boost... [And he sort of retreats in his own world for a moment.]

Ah, nothing definite now, just hypothesizes...

[Step back a couple of times. She flexes her hands in a very familiar gesture. Her body tenses and she's very wary.

Something that seems like a lark has suddenly taken on a far more ominous tone.]

I'm not a science experiment either.

[The words are almost growled. Where's Logan?]

Oh No... no, no, you've... No, that's not... I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a bastard.

I'm so sorry. [He ruffles his hair before taking a step over to her, looking more sympathetic and holding his arm up in defense.]

You haven't even registered on the bastard scale. Yet.

[Sinister, Apocalypse, Brawn... Logan, she's used to bastards.]

Okay, we're gonna try something new. You're going to use small words and no math, and actually explain what you're talking about.

And I'll hold onto my temper and my prejudices against certain scientists.

[He takes his cue and makes a seat on the ground, his long legs out before him and his weight resting on the palms of his hands behind him.]

Like you, I'm different. Although, unlike you, I'm not human; humans look like me. I'm a Time Lord.

I've somehow managed to escape here before, but I don't know how or why, but I'd like to find out what's going on.

[She sits near him, but not within arm's reach.]

Okay. And how do my powers figure into that?

[She tugs the gloves back on, over the fingerless pair.]

I want to build some stuff to help me out. I want to know how time flows here. Typically, I can sense that myself on my own, but something here is preventing me to do that.

There's some other things I want to look into as well. I'm working with limited tools, so... [He shrugs.]

I didn't mean it to sound like I'd be using you. I'm not like that, really.

No, you're a typical scientist who got caught up in the science and kinda forgot that, hi, sentient being here.

[Eyeroll. Not even her first experience with scientists.]

But how do my powers come into play? I mean, sure, nuclear power, sorta, but not so much with the time keeping, or the doing much except, ya know, blowing stuff up.

Not a typical scientist. I've saved more than you think and done more good than bad... [He looks away, thinking of things that hadn't gone so well lately, losing Rose, now Donna, the Time War, his own prophecy.]

[And then he realizes she said something]

I have some ideas, but I'll need to develop things out a little more. I just got excited for a moment, knowing I can perhaps do something.

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