1st Regeneration [Video]

[justthedoctor]

[The first place he went when he woke up in this strange, barren, mechanical world was right out to that junk pile he'd been told non-living things were dumped once they were brought here.

He's been searching for hours, and by the time he sits down to rest, he's covered in grime and filth and looking tattered and grouchy when he activates the communication device he was given.]

So. I wouldn't suppose any of you great, big, metal blokes would've seen a comparably-tiny blue box layin' about, would yah? About 7, oh, 8 feet high on the outside, much much bigger on the inside, with two little doors and a few windows all around, and a light right on top. She's my TARDIS, an' I'd really like 'er back. Don't go anywhere without 'er - well, guess you could say I can't go anywhere without 'er - she's my ship. Been together a long time, me an' her.

Oh. An' if Donna Noble's muckin' about, I'd really like it if someone could direct her to me, or vice versa. You out there, Donna? If you're in the TARDIS, send me a signal if you please. Be nice t'get back home. Oi, an' don't go muckin' with the controls! Don't want you gettin' lost in time an' space, you hear me???

[Gruff demeanor aside, it's obvious whoever, where-ever, and whenever Donna Noble is, he's actually pretty worried about her. He huffs softly to himself, glancing around the junk pile, and then back at the datapad after a moment of contemplation.]

Don' suppose any'a you great, big, metal blokes would have any bananas would you? I'm feelin' a little peckish and I ain't had anything to eat since I got here.

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[video]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Maybe she's avoiding you for a reason. You know, like, you never shut up. Maybe she just needed some peace and quiet.

[He's referring to this Tardis female, of course. She's not your possession, dude. We don't own other robots. Un.Cool.]

[Video]

[kingofthetvworld]

[...None of that stuff about ships made any sense to him at all. What he does know, however, is what a banana is. It's food. Bears are all about food.]

Oh! Oh! Pick me! I got some snacks! I'll share if you're nice to me~

[video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

I haven't seen that, no, either lying about or falling from the sky, but it was a bit since I've been to the Junk Pile as well.

[A pause and then Elita tilts her helm, frowning slightly. Besides the strange claim that this... box was supposed to be bigger on the inside than the outside, there's not much remarkable here.]

No... organic, I assume? by the name of Donna Noble has introduced herself as such on the Link, but that doesn't mean she isn't around, and a more in-depth description would probably help in identifying her if she's present.

I think food suitable for organics are still sort of scarce, but there should be something around.

[Video]

[littlecrowgirl]

[This man sounds just like Mr. Edgeworth. It's...the best thing she's heard since forever. Don't mind a starry-eyed girl looking at you.]

I have a Swiss Roll if you'd like...!

[Yeah, she didn't understand any of the first part, but her attention span's never been the greatest. Her line of logic?

1. You sound British
2. Edgeworth is British.
3. You are close enough to being Edgeworth.]

[not_halfbaked]

Sorry, no bananas. Got other stuff though, like canned food, tomatoes.

[rotafortunae]

You're in luck. I just found a nice batch of bananas today, and it'd be best if someone ate them before they spoiled.

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Haven't seen anything or anyone you've mentioned. [What's a bananas.] Though I'm sure if you spoke with one of the acolyte drones, they might be able to tell you? I get the impression people usually fall here individually, not in groups. She might be elsewhere, or... still in the universe from whence you came.

[Voice]

[vandalization]

Holy shit another human being! Woooooo!

[justthedoctor]

[SNRRRK!] You obviously don't know Donna Noble. [Communication fail!] Passive-aggressive reaally isn't her style. If she wanted me to shut up, she'd probably try an' find a way to shut me up, not run an' hide.

Which...is what worries me. Haven't heard any sign of her, and she's hard to miss.

[justthedoctor]

[...He's not sure he'd call that thing a bear, but whatever
floats your boat, mate]

Well, we're both in luck, then, eh? I like t'be nice!

[kingofthetvworld]

[He'd be terribly upset if he ever found that out.]

Okay, just don't tell anybody 'cause I'm suppose to be saving all the snacks for the party. But I think I can spare a few morsels for a guy in need.

[justthedoctor]

Aaah, lovely. The TARDIS's gotta be here, I'd know if it wasn't. I hope. [He shakes off his moment of doubt, squaring his shoulders and nodding once in determination.] I'll find 'er. Just gotta keep lookin'.

You would he correct. Donna is regular old humany wumany organic. She's a little shorter then me, er...reddy-browny-blondey hair, sort've ginger. Lucky girl, there, I've been hopin' to regenerate as a ginger for centuries, no luck yet. She's a bit if a larger woman, not particularly fat, mind you, healthy, good shape. And she's loud. And protesty. If she ain't happy, you know it.

[He frowns, a bit of the worry and upset over losing her showing through despite himself.] She's the best mate I've had in a long time, to be honest. I don't want anything t'happen to 'er. Promised her granddad I'd take care of 'er, and I never go back on my promises when I can avoid it.

I figure I can worry about the food thing later, after I've gotten things more sorted out. The TARDIS has plenty to eat, anyway, once I find her, I can work on eatin' and contacting Donna. Hopefully she still has her phone.

[justthedoctor]

Ooooh, chocolate, that would be nice, thank you!

[Well, technically the Brits sound Gallifreyan, but that would just be splitting hairs. Not that he's not one to split hairs, mind you, but!]

[Video]

[aerospacecommander]

Okay, if I see a blue box lying around, blow it up. Got it.

[justthedoctor]

Ah well, canned foods are good. Lotsa good stuff comes in cans. If you like, I can replace what I eat from my stocks on the TARDIS when I find it.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Maybe the Lambda has something to do with why you're not sure where... she... is. [It's not so much the thing that this human? is using a personal pronoun for his ship, but the somewhat possessive behavious displayed that throws her off. Elita just shrugs, frowning at the description.

Only part of it has any context or meaning to her, really.]

No, I can't remember seeing any red-haired human females around, which means she's either not here, or she is, but hasn't taken to the Link. If she's not here, that might be better, actually...

[Canned food, some water and the beginning of a garden or not, organic don't really belong on Cybertron.]

[justthedoctor]

Ohh, that's good fortune, where did you find them? Doesn't seem like there's any good ground for growing banana trees, I'm surprised. [Which is about the moment he realizes asking for bananas in the first place was kind of dumb...o_O...] Uh, right. So, if no one else is wanting this bunch of bananas-...[He gives a hopefull smile regardless.]

[winged_knight]

[Oh, what's this? Curious mech is curious! Even though he's on his way out to the Badlands right now, Wing can't resist this.]

Hello! Ah, sadly I can't say I've seen anything matching the description of your ship. I've just left Haven, but if you still haven't found it--her? [Gender, Wing still doesn't entirely get you.]--by the time I return, I'd be happy to help you search. At that size she should be relatively easy to spot from the air. Even more so if she gives off any kind of energy signature.

I will keep an optic out for your friend Donna as well. Though it's quite possible you've been separated thanks to the Lambda.

But where are my manners? I'm Wing by the way.

[The jet cants his head in a curious gesture, his audials perked.]

What's a banana pray tell? I'm sadly unfamiliar; I assume it's a type of organic food yes?

[justthedoctor]

[He grimaces, obviously not pleased with that option anymore then he is with the thought that she's lost somewhere on this great big rock.]

I bloody well hope not, last place we were was well past her own time on a pretty little planet rotating a deadly extonic star, with a murderous telepathic somethin' or other runnin' around, stealin' voices an' possessin' people an' tryin' to make 'em kill rach other...I don't want her all by herself there without me to keep her safe! Even if, say, the TARDIS is back with her, she doesn't know how to control her, so she's stranded hundreds of years and billions of miles from home!

[He groans and rakes his fingers through his hair, and doesn't even seem to care that it's now completely out of sorts, sticking up in all sorts of funny directions.]

I can't leave Donna there like that, this isn't happening!

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

From what I know, there is no method of leaving this Cybertron and returning to our home universes. I think the only people who may know a way to get out are the Firstforged. The glyph you've been given, as I'm sure you know, signifies one of the First you're allied to. Whomever that may be, contact them. Or, you know, any of them - I'm sure they'd most likely give you the same answer.

But if you've all ready tried that, then... Well, I hope your friend is well equipped to wait a while. [you're no help, jerkulon]

[justthedoctor]

Well, not technically. I'm a Time Lord. Which I suspect means jackall to anyone else around here, of we're all from different Universes. Which is probably a good thing, all things considered.

Suffice it to say I'm about as much an "Earther" as our big, metal robot buddies. My species didn't even start on Earth. There's just a particularly stong resemblance between the two.

We came first. [:D!]

[vandalization]

... [SIGH.]

Fuckin' figures.

[littlecrowgirl]

I can give it to you no problem~!

Where can I meet you, Mister?

[rotafortunae]

They sort of fall from the sky sometimes. I'd say you get used to it, but, well. Rather, lots of things fall from the sky around here...

Anyway, they're yours, if you can make it to Trion's temple. I'd try to grow some, but I do believe the climate here is no good.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Know Donna Noble? Think I ate her as a snack the other day.

[No, he doesn't have a clue about double entendre. Not that it would stop him.]

Sounds like you're just a real charmbucket. [This Tardis hiding from you, Donna Noble (whatever that was) doing hopefully painful things to get you to stop talking...]