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re_alignment2012-10-11 03:26 am
justthedoctor) wrote in re_alignment2012-10-11 03:26 am
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2nd Regeneration [Video]
BZZZZZT~!
When the communicator activated, it was to the Doctor buried from the waist up underneath the TARDIS' console, suit-jacket draped over the back of the seat nearby and shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he busied himself working away at something inside. One hand is stuck out, pointing a small silver object at the device before pulling his hand back away and going back to work. Apparently he's activated the communicator by way of sonic screwdriver.
You see, he's been rather absent for the past oh, month and a half, because it wasn't long after he'd made his first post - only a few days - that he had managed to find all of his belongings. Including the TARDIS. But she won't work right. He's stuck on this planet and in this time, and he's been trying his damnedest to figure out why. He's been a little hyper-focused on that sole task, too, so you'll have to excuse his obliviousness to certain things.
In the meantime, he's managed to park her on one of the little cliff-faces in the canyons that isn't connected by any bridges. Sure, it won't keep them safe from flyers, but keeping the land-based creatures at bay for a little while seemed like the wise thing to do at the time. So the instant he'd found he could still move through "space" but not "time," he had scooted her to his little eagle's-nest ledge.
"I wouldn't suppose any of you would know anything about helmic technology, would you?" Because surely he's not that lucky. He pulls his head out from under the console, holding up what looks to be a bicycle pump, staring at it imploringly as if that will make it do what he wants it to do. "I think I've pinned down my TARDIS's malfunction t'this little bratty thing here. Shouldn't be surprised. Thing seems to enjoy failin' on me when I really need it. But as it is, TARDIS won' go anywhere because this seems t'have just gone completely kaput!"
He drops the thing gently into his lap, holding it with far more tenderness then one would expect of a man wielding a broken part. And don't mind him if he seems to pet it while he continues to address the screen, reaching up with one hand to wipe an oily smear across one cheek without even realizing it.
"Oh yeah, an' I think I forgot t'introduce myself properly last time." He grins rather brightly now. Almost too brightly, it almost looks somewhat deranged underneath everything. "Hello. I'm the Doctor. Pleased to meet all of you."
And then the smile drops to something a tad more believable. A subtle frown.
"I'll do my best to forget any wrong-feet that were gotten off on the last time I spoke with any of you out there. I like playin' nice, so I'll do my best t'keep it that way."
((OOC: Sorry sorry for the late replies to the first post! I promise to be getting back to them shortly! I just knew I should probably work on getting some new activity up in the meantime. 8|))
When the communicator activated, it was to the Doctor buried from the waist up underneath the TARDIS' console, suit-jacket draped over the back of the seat nearby and shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he busied himself working away at something inside. One hand is stuck out, pointing a small silver object at the device before pulling his hand back away and going back to work. Apparently he's activated the communicator by way of sonic screwdriver.
You see, he's been rather absent for the past oh, month and a half, because it wasn't long after he'd made his first post - only a few days - that he had managed to find all of his belongings. Including the TARDIS. But she won't work right. He's stuck on this planet and in this time, and he's been trying his damnedest to figure out why. He's been a little hyper-focused on that sole task, too, so you'll have to excuse his obliviousness to certain things.
In the meantime, he's managed to park her on one of the little cliff-faces in the canyons that isn't connected by any bridges. Sure, it won't keep them safe from flyers, but keeping the land-based creatures at bay for a little while seemed like the wise thing to do at the time. So the instant he'd found he could still move through "space" but not "time," he had scooted her to his little eagle's-nest ledge.
"I wouldn't suppose any of you would know anything about helmic technology, would you?" Because surely he's not that lucky. He pulls his head out from under the console, holding up what looks to be a bicycle pump, staring at it imploringly as if that will make it do what he wants it to do. "I think I've pinned down my TARDIS's malfunction t'this little bratty thing here. Shouldn't be surprised. Thing seems to enjoy failin' on me when I really need it. But as it is, TARDIS won' go anywhere because this seems t'have just gone completely kaput!"
He drops the thing gently into his lap, holding it with far more tenderness then one would expect of a man wielding a broken part. And don't mind him if he seems to pet it while he continues to address the screen, reaching up with one hand to wipe an oily smear across one cheek without even realizing it.
"Oh yeah, an' I think I forgot t'introduce myself properly last time." He grins rather brightly now. Almost too brightly, it almost looks somewhat deranged underneath everything. "Hello. I'm the Doctor. Pleased to meet all of you."
And then the smile drops to something a tad more believable. A subtle frown.
"I'll do my best to forget any wrong-feet that were gotten off on the last time I spoke with any of you out there. I like playin' nice, so I'll do my best t'keep it that way."
((OOC: Sorry sorry for the late replies to the first post! I promise to be getting back to them shortly! I just knew I should probably work on getting some new activity up in the meantime. 8|))
[Video]
Hello, friend. Glad to see you've found most of what you were missing. Shame about your...tardiss though, there are quite a number of scientists and engineers about whom I bet could help you. Sadly I am neither.
[He's not aware of any wrong-footedness that might have gone on so he just continues on his merry way.]
At any rate, I'm Wing. Well met, Doctor. [As names go that's a little...straightforward. But OH, the jet named Wing really should not talk.] So you're a medic then? You must have been around for a very long time, where I come from all the good names were taken a long time ago.
[Video] (AAHHH SORRY THEY'RE SORT'VE REPEATING THEMSELVES HERE FROM MY FIRST POST. TT_TT BAD MEL)
[The name pings in the back of his memory a bit, and he tilts his head to the side.]
Well greetings then, Wing. I think we might have talked the first time I showed my dashing face on the comms, but...things were a bit of a blur at that point, so you'll excuse me if my memory's a little fuzzy on it. And usually no, most names where I come from are your standard organic names in funny languages only their species understands. Mine's a bit of a special case. Been called it for who knows how long, honestly. [Though he won't even get into the fact that some species have adopted the word into their vocabulary just because of him.]
[Video] XD I blame it on bad memory! Time distortions? Fuzzy logic!?! >,>
So you're a traveler!? That's so wonderful. I'd always wanted to see more of the universe. Duty and function have prevented that for the most part but...well, it's better that I stay where I'm needed anyway. I do still dream of it sometimes.
[And now this sounds familiar, and he realizes they have met before. Wing introduced himself to so many new people on the Link he's loosing track! Obviously he needs to store his memory files better.]
Oh yes! You're right. I recall it now. I've greeted so many new people of late... [It's definitely a blur. Wing's spent the last two millennium in an isolated city that had the same population the entire time. New people are...NEW.] Ah, well, I know some humans that have code names or nicknames, so I suppose it's not that unusual. My own race tends to have descriptive designations, sometimes based off function but not always.