Re: The (Eleventh) Doctor }}{{ Doctor Whohi_there_aliensJuly 11 2011, 05:11:45 UTC
The TARDIS doors opened to reveal what looked like an underground room, with cold concrete walls and supports, and an equally boring, no nonsense floor. It was dimly lit and furnished in what could only be described as an organized mess. Artifacts littered the walls, the shelves, desks, every possible surface, along with books and paperwork on various missions and cultures. and the lamps scattered here and there giving off the vague impression of torchlight in an underground tomb.
Of all places it could have gone, the TARDIS had crash landed on Earth, Colorado Springs, Cheyenne Mountain. Not only that, it narrowed it down even further by going several floors down, bypassing the infirmary, the commissary, and the little known office of Jack O'Neill, which, to this day, some SGC personnel would swear they didn't know that Colonel O'Neill actually even had an office. It parked itself instead in one Doctor Daniel Jackson's office, managing to luckily find the only place that wasn't taken up by anything crucial, like a living body, artifacts, or the stack of mission reports he'd just slogged through. With a wheeze-groan, the TARDIS landed ungracefully. It lurched to the side with a thunk, leaning like a very blue Torre di Pisa against a book shelf. The sound, coupled with the sudden breeze underground had Daniel's head snapping upwards, looking up from where he'd comfortably sprawled on his floor with a mass of notes.
Daniel managed not to inhale his coffee in surprise. Barely.
Re: The (Eleventh) Doctor }}{{ Doctor WhomakeherblueJuly 11 2011, 23:36:32 UTC
The Doctor tugged at the door with the force of someone convinced it wouldn't budge.
It opened. The Doctor stumbled back and caught himself on the coat rack, legs skidding out from under him. So much for an awe-inspiring landing to impress whoever he managed not to squish. Given how many crash landings he must've had, the Doctor was privately very extremely grateful he hadn't squashed a soul just yet -- maybe the TARDIS was aiming her crash landings just so, for all he knew. The Doctor tried to heave himself back to his feet, fumbled with his bowtie (it was askew) and made a less than impressive exit out of the TARDIS, still a bit wobbly.
My. This room? It was both interesting with all the things scattered about and yet those walls were some of the most boringly military walls he'd even laid eyes on in all his lives. And this was coming from the man who spent several of them working with UNIT! The Doctor peered at them, frowned, frowned at Daniel Jackson and then frowned back at those walls.
It suddenly registered.
Human; talking to him; nearly inhaled his coffee right up his nose.
The Doctor wheeled around in surprise. "You! Daniel Jackson!" The Doctor didn't give Daniel a chance to react, instead jigging over some paperwork and a priceless old vase to give him a hug. His foot brushed against the vase, the artifact wibbling and wobbling dangerously.
Re: The (Eleventh) Doctor }}{{ Doctor Whohi_there_aliensJuly 13 2011, 11:23:39 UTC
Daniel's could only stare in something short of horrified fascination as Doctor's legs carried him like some demented mountain goat over the mission reports, which, by the way, had taken the good part of the day to catch up on, and even worse, against an antique vase they'd found on P3X-323, a surprisingly intact work that showed some fascinating similarities to a Proto-Corinthian olpe, however with something that looked more like symbiote shaped-registers and triple-horned "deer' on it instead. And yet, the culture itself had showed no other connections to any known Greek styles.
It teetered. The archaeologist surged his feet, hurriedly reaching to steady it.
The Doctor chose that moment to intercept him. Ambushed him, actually. Daniel found himself not only blocked from the artifact, but he was suddenly getting the hug of a lifetime, which happened to be squeezing the air out his lungs. For being scrawny and tall, the Doctor had a bear hug that put any Jaffa to shame and it was ten times more enthusiastic. His ribs didn't appreciate it one bit. Daniel awkwardly pat him once on the back. "Great to see you too," he wheezed, a strange sound through the nose.
Just as quickly the Doctor let him go. Daniel hurriedly reached for the vase first. On second thought... he moved it very obviously out of harm's way, which would be any way the Doctor would probably walk. Or gyrate to. Or throw an arm out. Daniel ended up carefully putting the artifact into a corner that the Doctor just wouldn't possibly have any excuse to go to. Satisfied that it was safe, Daniel turned, adjusting his glasses.
"Yeah, that's me, alive." Daniel muttered, still frazzled. He squinted at him. "What're you doing here?"
Daniel could resist glancing at the camera in his office, nestled in one of the dark corners and looking down on them like a bird of prey. They tended to be present around most of the base, and there was no way security could over look a giant, blue, police box.
Of all places it could have gone, the TARDIS had crash landed on Earth, Colorado Springs, Cheyenne Mountain. Not only that, it narrowed it down even further by going several floors down, bypassing the infirmary, the commissary, and the little known office of Jack O'Neill, which, to this day, some SGC personnel would swear they didn't know that Colonel O'Neill actually even had an office. It parked itself instead in one Doctor Daniel Jackson's office, managing to luckily find the only place that wasn't taken up by anything crucial, like a living body, artifacts, or the stack of mission reports he'd just slogged through. With a wheeze-groan, the TARDIS landed ungracefully. It lurched to the side with a thunk, leaning like a very blue Torre di Pisa against a book shelf. The sound, coupled with the sudden breeze underground had Daniel's head snapping upwards, looking up from where he'd comfortably sprawled on his floor with a mass of notes.
Daniel managed not to inhale his coffee in surprise. Barely.
"Doctor?"
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It opened. The Doctor stumbled back and caught himself on the coat rack, legs skidding out from under him. So much for an awe-inspiring landing to impress whoever he managed not to squish. Given how many crash landings he must've had, the Doctor was privately very extremely grateful he hadn't squashed a soul just yet -- maybe the TARDIS was aiming her crash landings just so, for all he knew. The Doctor tried to heave himself back to his feet, fumbled with his bowtie (it was askew) and made a less than impressive exit out of the TARDIS, still a bit wobbly.
My. This room? It was both interesting with all the things scattered about and yet those walls were some of the most boringly military walls he'd even laid eyes on in all his lives. And this was coming from the man who spent several of them working with UNIT! The Doctor peered at them, frowned, frowned at Daniel Jackson and then frowned back at those walls.
It suddenly registered.
Human; talking to him; nearly inhaled his coffee right up his nose.
The Doctor wheeled around in surprise. "You! Daniel Jackson!" The Doctor didn't give Daniel a chance to react, instead jigging over some paperwork and a priceless old vase to give him a hug. His foot brushed against the vase, the artifact wibbling and wobbling dangerously.
"You're alive!"
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It teetered. The archaeologist surged his feet, hurriedly reaching to steady it.
The Doctor chose that moment to intercept him. Ambushed him, actually. Daniel found himself not only blocked from the artifact, but he was suddenly getting the hug of a lifetime, which happened to be squeezing the air out his lungs. For being scrawny and tall, the Doctor had a bear hug that put any Jaffa to shame and it was ten times more enthusiastic. His ribs didn't appreciate it one bit. Daniel awkwardly pat him once on the back. "Great to see you too," he wheezed, a strange sound through the nose.
Just as quickly the Doctor let him go. Daniel hurriedly reached for the vase first. On second thought... he moved it very obviously out of harm's way, which would be any way the Doctor would probably walk. Or gyrate to. Or throw an arm out. Daniel ended up carefully putting the artifact into a corner that the Doctor just wouldn't possibly have any excuse to go to. Satisfied that it was safe, Daniel turned, adjusting his glasses.
"Yeah, that's me, alive." Daniel muttered, still frazzled. He squinted at him. "What're you doing here?"
Daniel could resist glancing at the camera in his office, nestled in one of the dark corners and looking down on them like a bird of prey. They tended to be present around most of the base, and there was no way security could over look a giant, blue, police box.
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