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cape_kore2013-05-02 12:52 pm
nevermindtherunning) wrote in cape_kore2013-05-02 12:52 pm
the Doctor | 004 | Day 67 | Video
[The video clicks on and there's the Doctor, brainy specs in place, sitting in the kitchen of his house. Behind him was the kitchen table, but not useable as various disassembled toasters, radios, and even an oven could be seen on the floor. Parts were everywhere and had looked like a tornado had blown through.
Stacked to one side of the wall were some books, next to his hand was his notebook, full with stuffed papers in it. He looks stern, quiet, serious, perhaps brewing an oncoming storm?]
It's been four days since this curse-thing has been over. I haven't seen Sharon... or Natasha, [There's a pause, because sad enough as it is, he wasn't entirely sure that was her name.] There's significantly less traffic around town, which leads me to guess others are missing too.
This may seem ridiculous that I'm saying this, but don't travel alone, don't be alone, [Ignore the fact that he was currently.], let others know if you're going somewhere. Use the buddy-system if you have to.
[There's a pause as he looks away, licking his lips.] I've been doing research, as most of you are aware, and after running the calculations 3-4 times, my evidence is conclusive. If this is Earth, which I'm not for certain if it is yet or not, I must admit... We're in the northern hemisphere, judging by the weather patterns and the sun's movements in the sky. The winds... Westerlies, marking us at about 30-60 degrees latitude. Of course, this is all based off of if we're on Earth.
This leads me to my next hypothesis, which a couple of you have already thrown out there - bravo! Good for you! - I think we're in a pocket universe. Time doesn't flow linear, it never had, it's all... wibbly-wobbly, of course, but the star charts aren't quite right, which doesn't make sense at all if this is, in fact, Earth. I said Northern hemisphere, but if you look up at the sky, the charts don't match that correctly. It's a blend... I can't locate us due to that. And with so many people coming from other worlds, universes, alternative timelines, it's making this all rather strange. I know very few species capable of this feat, which... [He trails off, not wanting to think who has this kind of power and technology they possess. Enough to rival his own TARDIS, that is for sure.]
There's a chance I can get us out, but it'll take time. If there's any tools, scraps lying about, unused appliances, radios... I'd like to have those, please.
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You said you wanted to help? Find me all the tools you can.
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If you don't mind, may I take your kitchen appliances? Not to be blunt, but it isn't like you need them. But keep the kettle... I like making tea there when I visit you. I'll give you a hot plate.
Stacked to one side of the wall were some books, next to his hand was his notebook, full with stuffed papers in it. He looks stern, quiet, serious, perhaps brewing an oncoming storm?]
It's been four days since this curse-thing has been over. I haven't seen Sharon... or Natasha, [There's a pause, because sad enough as it is, he wasn't entirely sure that was her name.] There's significantly less traffic around town, which leads me to guess others are missing too.
This may seem ridiculous that I'm saying this, but don't travel alone, don't be alone, [Ignore the fact that he was currently.], let others know if you're going somewhere. Use the buddy-system if you have to.
[There's a pause as he looks away, licking his lips.] I've been doing research, as most of you are aware, and after running the calculations 3-4 times, my evidence is conclusive. If this is Earth, which I'm not for certain if it is yet or not, I must admit... We're in the northern hemisphere, judging by the weather patterns and the sun's movements in the sky. The winds... Westerlies, marking us at about 30-60 degrees latitude. Of course, this is all based off of if we're on Earth.
This leads me to my next hypothesis, which a couple of you have already thrown out there - bravo! Good for you! - I think we're in a pocket universe. Time doesn't flow linear, it never had, it's all... wibbly-wobbly, of course, but the star charts aren't quite right, which doesn't make sense at all if this is, in fact, Earth. I said Northern hemisphere, but if you look up at the sky, the charts don't match that correctly. It's a blend... I can't locate us due to that. And with so many people coming from other worlds, universes, alternative timelines, it's making this all rather strange. I know very few species capable of this feat, which... [He trails off, not wanting to think who has this kind of power and technology they possess. Enough to rival his own TARDIS, that is for sure.]
There's a chance I can get us out, but it'll take time. If there's any tools, scraps lying about, unused appliances, radios... I'd like to have those, please.
[Private to Fortescue]
You said you wanted to help? Find me all the tools you can.
[Private to Mina]
If you don't mind, may I take your kitchen appliances? Not to be blunt, but it isn't like you need them. But keep the kettle... I like making tea there when I visit you. I'll give you a hot plate.
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[He'd credit her for plenty of things, don't worry.]
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[You could always count on him to make you come back to reality, Donna. You're welcome.]
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I could say that the Donna Noble in the notes is my Nan or sommat. Timey wimey, Doctor! Plus I'd be rich so it wouldn't really matter if people thought I was old.
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[And suddenly he pretended to be old and wise....git.]
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[ Donna! Time and place! This is neither. There are more important things at hand. ]
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[Really Donna? He didn't keep inventory of his mates' stuff.]
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Well if we ever get home have a look for me and post 'em back!
[ Right! Back to business that doesn't involve footwear. ]
There's a whole bunch of people missing. Kinda worried they'll end up like Phil. Keep sort of hoping they've gone home, y'know? I mean it sucks if they have but it's way better than being lab rats.
We'll be alright... right?
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[He was feeling pretty confident that he could get them out of this place, as long as everything worked according to his plans.]
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[ But when do things ever go to plan? ]