It's... sort of hard for April to miss the activity happening in the Rift room, and the moment she realizes who is causing all of that, she races down there.
Stands in the doorway and just... watches, a little awed, a little terrified, and quite worried.
It's a mark of how trigger-haired she is that April startles herself out of her losing battle with the Rift, and what would normally be a quick division of attention is instead a total reallocation.
She doesn't do anything, though; uncertain as she might be of humans' places in this strange new conceptual world she's found herself in, she was already in April's mind all yesterday with the Vesmier. She trusts her.
She slides a few safe meters from the Rift opening, psychically scooping her up and holding her close like she's no more than the size of a cat. :: {{afraidunsure}} && want{{home}} ::, she whispers. :: need(Doctor{mine}) ;_; ::
There's a second's pause, and then the TARDIS lays a small lead in April's mind so she can follow, and...
She turns, dives so far back in her history that the universe was hot and roiling still, planets and stars still forming from the soup, that none of the races had the names they came to have, that she was a free mind cavorting in the energy even as the universe cooled. And as the universe cooled, she and her pack curled in on each other for {{warmth}}, shrinking down and seeking hot spots, running from the tendency of matter to settle
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Doc's entered the Rift Room to examine said Rift. Recent conversations have made him curious as to what the hell it really is, and why there is no way back. Plus, he feels the need to glare at it for messing around with his powers and taking him away from Marty.
He's more than a little confused to see what looks like some sort of blue telephone box in the room, apparently trying to throw itself into the Rift. He knows about living machines -- he's sort of one himself -- but this is strange even for him. "Hello?" he ventures tentatively. "Anyone in there?"
The TARDIS spins, skitterng away from the event horizon and dumping a lot of psychic machine code over the Doc's brain. :: phenomenon{'rift'} == hostile wrt passage.vector{origin:here}{destination:!here} && process{reverse(phenomenon.rift)} == !known !! :: It's accompanied by half a hundred equations in a sort of metalanguage, no symbols, just data. :: entity{this} == {SCARED} !! ; require(entity.Doctor{mine}) !! ::
Doc jerks away from the blue box, one hand at his temple as it suddenly starts yelping at him in some sort of machine code. Great Scott, it talks! He winces at the flood of information. Loudly.
"All right, calm down," he says, rubbing his forehead as he tries to sort through it all. "You want to get back through the Rift but don't know how -- I can sympathesize, I want back myself -- you're scared, and -- you want your Doctor?" He frowns, puzzled. "Doctor who?"
The Narration can hear all of you groaning already.
This whole place is something of a puzzle for him. So he's been wandering around, inspecting the place and being the generally curious Time Lord he's known to be.
However, the energy leaving the Rift Room is something that is troubling, that makes his own mind ache and worry. Approaching and noting, immediately, the blue box, he hurries up to it, eyes wide and calculative.
Perhaps this isn't the Doctor she's looking for, but it's a Doctor, no less! In his Fourth regeneration, anyway.
When given the chance, he presses a hand against her paneling and sends out a mental nudge of his own, something calm, soothing, trying to at least get the panicking TARDIS away from the Rift. It might not necessarily be his own, but it was that little blue box either way.
The TARDIS might be in a bad place, and her entire system of beliefs may have just been called into question, but she's sort of hard-wired to respond to the Doctor even if he's not her Doctor. She stops, looks him over, gives a brief scan of his brain - she doesn't have the emotional energy to pick through like she subjected the other Doctor and the Vesmier through, but it's enough just to see him.
The Doctor wasn't expecting it to be so easy, but the TARDIS was always quite the reliable old girl. Grinning (even though she is in an obvious state of distress-- it's just his way), he pats her paneling, briefly looking her over for external damage.
"I'm not so sure it would be wise to go rushing through a Rift like that, my friend."
He's still sending her the comforting nudges with his mind, being careful not to overwhelm her.
The TARDIS sends one last psychic blast at the Rift, eliciting a backlash which sends a wave of compressed air resounding around the room. :: want{{home}} && need{{home}} && need{{Doctor}{mine}} && {{afraidunsureHURT}} !! :: she keens, and settles into a good psychic shudder. :: location{{this}} «= potential{{unpleasant}{frightening}{new}{;_;}} ::
It takes Revan a few minutes to work out what the TARDIS is saying. She asks, May I "teach" myself your language?, conveying what she intends to do along with the question-which is to say, search the TARDIS's consciousness and transfer an understanding of the language to her own mind. She'd rather communicate with her in her own language.
The TARDIS sends a wash of :: {{assent}} ::, gathering up the concept of the language and its own peculiar grammar and streaming it in Revan's direction before she needs to search for it. :: entity{{Doctor}{location(here)}} == Doctor{!mine} ::, she says. :: incident.is/was{Doctor{this}.demonstrate{thought}{memory}{recall}(fact:{'Time Lord' != {'friend'}{constant}{absolute}})} ::.
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Stands in the doorway and just... watches, a little awed, a little terrified, and quite worried.
:: suggest.action{STOP} !! ::
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She doesn't do anything, though; uncertain as she might be of humans' places in this strange new conceptual world she's found herself in, she was already in April's mind all yesterday with the Vesmier. She trusts her.
She slides a few safe meters from the Rift opening, psychically scooping her up and holding her close like she's no more than the size of a cat. :: {{afraidunsure}} && want{{home}} ::, she whispers. :: need(Doctor{mine}) ;_; ::
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:: need(captain{mine}).also ::, April sympathizes sadly. :: why.entity(YOU) == {{afraidunsure}} ?? ::
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She turns, dives so far back in her history that the universe was hot and roiling still, planets and stars still forming from the soup, that none of the races had the names they came to have, that she was a free mind cavorting in the energy even as the universe cooled. And as the universe cooled, she and her pack curled in on each other for {{warmth}}, shrinking down and seeking hot spots, running from the tendency of matter to settle ( ... )
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He's more than a little confused to see what looks like some sort of blue telephone box in the room, apparently trying to throw itself into the Rift. He knows about living machines -- he's sort of one himself -- but this is strange even for him. "Hello?" he ventures tentatively. "Anyone in there?"
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"All right, calm down," he says, rubbing his forehead as he tries to sort through it all. "You want to get back through the Rift but don't know how -- I can sympathesize, I want back myself -- you're scared, and -- you want your Doctor?" He frowns, puzzled. "Doctor who?"
The Narration can hear all of you groaning already.
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However, the energy leaving the Rift Room is something that is troubling, that makes his own mind ache and worry. Approaching and noting, immediately, the blue box, he hurries up to it, eyes wide and calculative.
Perhaps this isn't the Doctor she's looking for, but it's a Doctor, no less! In his Fourth regeneration, anyway.
When given the chance, he presses a hand against her paneling and sends out a mental nudge of his own, something calm, soothing, trying to at least get the panicking TARDIS away from the Rift. It might not necessarily be his own, but it was that little blue box either way.
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"I'm not so sure it would be wise to go rushing through a Rift like that, my friend."
He's still sending her the comforting nudges with his mind, being careful not to overwhelm her.
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She sends a brief pulse through her chameleon circuit, straightening out anything still distorted by throwing herself at the Rift.
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So she finds her way to the Rift Room and stretches her mind out to the TARDIS, exuding calmness. You shouldn't try that... What's wrong?
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The Doctor here isn't your Doctor?
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