[27] Oh my blue, blue caravan. The highway is my great wall.
Morning;
[It's a normal day in Mayfield. Until there's a strange wheezy sound echoing throughout the town square. A blue box materalizes with a final wheezy sigh. The Doctor bounces out of the blue doors.]
Yes! Now this is a grand sight, isn't it? Larcus! One of the most beautiful planets in this galaxy, inhabited in giant, talking flowers. Aaand don't mind of some of the more toothy ones try to eat you, it's how they hug. No arms, you see.
And-
This is not Larcus. This is.
[He spins around, taking in the 50's style houses, the street name, his garage.]
Mayfield.
Okay, no planet of flowers, instead back into the big nasty town of death. And misery. Deathly misery. Brilliant.
[He whips around to face the doors of the TARDIS, leaning his shoulder against it.]
Now dear, listen, we need to have a talk. Yes, I know it's a bit hard for you to talk lately but just... hear me out. See, I know you like to not listen, flip your own levers and drag me off across to the west side of the universe when I wanted to go east, but this is going a bit too far. Quite far, you missed your bus stop nearly 20 kilometers before sort of too far. And see, here's the thing about this place, dear.
WE. ARE. STUCK!.
[He whips back around, jabbing at the doors of the police box like a boyfriend in a spat with his girl.]
No more planets in need of saving, no more seeing stars being born and then skipping ahead to see them die. Nothing, none, nada, completely and utterly gone. All we have to look forward too is months of being bored and possibly killed. Killed by boredom. All because you couldn't listen to me.
[He stares huffily around for a few minutes, arms crossed before turning back to the box and stroking the doors.]
Oh dear, you know I can't stay mad at you for long. Things will be quite alright I'm sure, better now that I've got you. Now let's see what we can do with you here, eh? Never had you here before long enough to really mess about.
[And once again, he vanishes behind those blue doors.]
Afternoon;
[The blue box can bee seen materializing and dematerializing all over town. In the hotel, in the police station, at the drive-in, in the school, even in your house! Once it lands completely, the Doctor steps out, spins around, and turns to talk to the box.]
No, still nothing. Seems your landing field has been limited to the town radius only. No matter how much I adjust the coordinates. Something is messing with the time vortex that should exist in this town.
[Oh, now he notices you. And that he's materialized right in front wherever you happened to be.]
...Right, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.
((ooc; the Doctor is now updated to Let's Kill Hitler and has regained the TARDIS~))
[It's a normal day in Mayfield. Until there's a strange wheezy sound echoing throughout the town square. A blue box materalizes with a final wheezy sigh. The Doctor bounces out of the blue doors.]
Yes! Now this is a grand sight, isn't it? Larcus! One of the most beautiful planets in this galaxy, inhabited in giant, talking flowers. Aaand don't mind of some of the more toothy ones try to eat you, it's how they hug. No arms, you see.
And-
This is not Larcus. This is.
[He spins around, taking in the 50's style houses, the street name, his garage.]
Mayfield.
Okay, no planet of flowers, instead back into the big nasty town of death. And misery. Deathly misery. Brilliant.
[He whips around to face the doors of the TARDIS, leaning his shoulder against it.]
Now dear, listen, we need to have a talk. Yes, I know it's a bit hard for you to talk lately but just... hear me out. See, I know you like to not listen, flip your own levers and drag me off across to the west side of the universe when I wanted to go east, but this is going a bit too far. Quite far, you missed your bus stop nearly 20 kilometers before sort of too far. And see, here's the thing about this place, dear.
WE. ARE. STUCK!.
[He whips back around, jabbing at the doors of the police box like a boyfriend in a spat with his girl.]
No more planets in need of saving, no more seeing stars being born and then skipping ahead to see them die. Nothing, none, nada, completely and utterly gone. All we have to look forward too is months of being bored and possibly killed. Killed by boredom. All because you couldn't listen to me.
[He stares huffily around for a few minutes, arms crossed before turning back to the box and stroking the doors.]
Oh dear, you know I can't stay mad at you for long. Things will be quite alright I'm sure, better now that I've got you. Now let's see what we can do with you here, eh? Never had you here before long enough to really mess about.
[And once again, he vanishes behind those blue doors.]
Afternoon;
[The blue box can bee seen materializing and dematerializing all over town. In the hotel, in the police station, at the drive-in, in the school, even in your house! Once it lands completely, the Doctor steps out, spins around, and turns to talk to the box.]
No, still nothing. Seems your landing field has been limited to the town radius only. No matter how much I adjust the coordinates. Something is messing with the time vortex that should exist in this town.
[Oh, now he notices you. And that he's materialized right in front wherever you happened to be.]
...Right, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.
((ooc; the Doctor is now updated to Let's Kill Hitler and has regained the TARDIS~))