The TARDIS and Beyond: Saturday Evening
It was your typical Saturday in the TARDIS. Except the part where the Doctor was frantically trying to figure out where this signal he'd picked up was emaanating from.
Levers were pulled, knobs twirled, dials turned, and buttons pressed. Even the pump somehow came into use, until a simple ding told him it was done.
He had a time-space location to go to.
He looked around, wondering if he should tell Daisy and Jane, or if he should simply materialize back so no time would pass. But one thing was certain, travelling alone wouldn't suit him at all. So he did the one thing he could think of.
He stuck his head out the front TARDIS doors to see if anyone was wandering past.
Someone was wandering past, in fact due to the nature of narrative causality.
Jesse noticed the Doctor poke his head out of the blue box with a "looking for something" expression on his face and nodded to him. "Evenin' Doc. Lose somethin'?"
"Lookin' for someone," the Doctor said. "You're lucky day, perhaps. How do you feel about adventure, excitement, and a chance to be a hero?"
Jesse shrugged. "The people who go lookin' for it are usually idiots. The ones who keep their shit together when it's thrust on 'em are usually okay."
"So a rescue attempt, travelling through time and space, that wouldn't interest you in the least?" the Doctor asked.
Jesse's eyes gleamed. "I never said I wasn't an idiot."
The Doctor stepped back and held the door of the TARDIS open.
"Step inside," he said. "We've got some foolish things to do."
Jesse peered dubiously at the box. He didn't really want to hand the Doc his balls if he thought he was going to cop a feel in there.
Then he got a better look past the Doctor. Huh.
"Okay then. Show me whatcha got, Doc."
"Got a lot, really," the Doctor said. "But first, you really will have to step inside. I promise, it's a lot more roomy than it looks."
Jesse sidled past the Doctor and into the big blue box.
He looked around and whistled. "Ho-lee shit. You weren't kidding."
"Wouldn't dream about kidding about something like this," the Doctor said. "Sit down, get comfortable, and prepare to be transported... three months in the past, about twelve thousand miles away, and severely below sea level."
He walked over to the console and began programming the coordinates.
Jesse had a flash back to being ridden by the loa. It had been a sort of time travel. He had a feeling that it wasn't what the Doc was talking about though.
He followed the Doctor up onto the platform instead of sitting down, peering at some of the controls and curiously tapping a dial with a fingernail.
"Why're we doin' that?"
"Distress signal," the Doctor said. "And the origin is one of my own people. Meaning someone I didn't even think was alive is in trouble."
"Uh huh," Jesse grunted. "Any idea what sorta trouble we're gettin' into?"
"Not a clue," the Doctor said. "But it might be pretty bad. My kind doesn't take calling for help lightly."
Jesse grunted again and left the controls to look around more. "Got any guns around here?"
"Don't really believe in them," the Doctor said, twirling a few more knobs. "And we're off." The console sprung to life as the TARDIS dematerialized and made its way into the time-space vortex.
Jesse made a face at the wheezing and looked around to see if this thing was going to fly apart at the seams.
"What in hell?"
"Takeoff, that's all," the Doctor said, smiling. "Should be a smooth and short hop, really. Don't need to worry for a moment."
"Yeah, easy for you to say, Doc." He couldn't die before he found God, that was all he cared about.
The Doctor pulled a couple more levers, and the TARDIS came to a stop, the familiar materialization sound followed by the simple mechanical twang.
"We're there," he said, smiling.
Y'know, this was feeling like some sort of weird practical joke. Except for the part where this box was a helluva lot bigger inside than out.
"Uh huh. Let's see what this trouble of yours is."
"Keep your wits about you," the Doctor said. "And be prepared to run, if neccessary." He stepped towards the TARDIS doors. "I'm thinking we're either in some cavern or we're..." He opened the doors and stepped out.
The dank stench of dead flesh assaulted his nose immediately. It was damp, there. Damp and dark. The metal clang beneath his feet and the recycled air had his thoughts going right to the other conclusion.
"Submarine. Nuclear, probably."
"One'a these days you're gonna have to tell me how that worked," Jesse commented, following the Doctor out of the box.
His nostrils flared as the first waft of smell hit him. He couldn't get away from this stink no matter where he went, could he?
"I'll explain later," the Doctor said. "I have a torch or two, hold on." He patted his pockets and produced two flashlights, and handed one to Jesse.
"Something is wrong, here. Very wrong."
"Ya think?" Jesse took the flashlight and flicked it on, shining the beam down toward a closed hatch.
"Your show, Doc."
"I suppose it is," the Doctor said. He listened at the hatch for any noise, and then sighed. "Nothing. But should probably investigate, anyways. He pulled at the opening mechanism.
"Could use a little help, here."
Jesse joined the Doctor at the hatch and put his hands next to the other man's. "On three. One. Two... Three."
The hatch opened with a loud groan of metal against metal. The Doctor peered through the hatch, then stepped in.
Tables overturned, trays and silverware scattered. It was obvious this room had been a mess hall.
"Curious, isn't it?" the Doctor asked, poking around the room.
"If by curious you mean fucking weird, yeah."
Jesse wasn't so much interested in the mess hall mess as he was in anything that wouldn't normally belong in a mess hall. "Looks like you got some real distress on your hands here."
"Not a sign of people, yet," the Doctor said. "But the air is still good. If..." he shuddered. "The stench."
He poked around some more, until he heard the sounds from out the corridor. A sort of thud-drag, thud-drag noise. It was faint, but growing louder. Growing nearer.
"Breathe through your mouth," Jesse muttered absently, focusing more on the approaching sounds. "We've got company."
He picked up a serving tray from the floor in case he needed to smack some fishy looking creature out of a 50s horror movie in the face.
"It's not the first time I've dealt with death, thank you," the Doctor said. "Company, quite. But is it our expected party, or is it... well hello."
A face appeared at the hatch. It was human, but the pallor of the skin and the milky white eyes spoke of a nature that was not quite earthly.
Jesse hefted the tray and eyed the figure. After the Saint of Killers and Jodie (and he wasn't sure which was worse,) a funny looking face wasn't going to freak him out.
"Was this what you were lookin' for, Doc?"
"I don't believe so," the Doctor said. "Just be very..."
The figured took another step, its body coming into view in the light through the hatch. The flesh was mottled, with entire patches obviously sewn and stapled together, the arms hung down, obviously artificially lengthened with multiple grafts, dragging behind it as it moved. It's mouth hung open, a soft moan escaping from its lips.
"Careful."
Jesse gave the thing a patented "What the fuck?" look.
"Okay. Do you know what this thing is? 'Cause I got nothin'."
"It's not a true life form," the Doctor said. "The stitches, the changes... it must be--"
The thing suddenly bared its teeth and lunged at Jesse.
Now who would expect a preacher to move like Jesse did? He'd been watching the thing because he'd seen enough horror movies to just be waiting for this.
As the creature lunged, instead of trying to get out of the way, Jesse stepped in to the attack and brought the tray around to smash his attacker in the face. He hadn't been in a good fight in ages.
There was a satisfying crunch as the tray bashed against flesh, teeth and a sickly dark blood splattering to the side. It seeemd unfazed, though, as it reeled back and then swung upwards to try and swat Jesse away with one of its elongated arms.
It wasn't kung fu or even butler fu; more like good old-fashioned street fighting, but Jesse leaned away from the swipe, then brought the tray up for another go at the thing's head.
The tray cracked up under the things jaw, driving it back forcefully, bones crack and blood splattering as its teeth ripped through its own flesh.
It wobbled, staggering backwards before lashing out again at Jesse's legs.
Jesse grunted and stumbled back before swinging his foot up to try to plant one pointy steel toed cowboy boot someplace useful on the thing that was attacking him.
Jesse's foot his mark, slamming into one of the creature's elbows with enough force to tear stitches and staples, blood splattering everywhere as the limb snapped neatly in two. The creature fell over on its side, completely unbalanced.
Really, he was doing this thing a mercy when he swung his leg back to give a good go at kicking a field goal with its head.
The head ripped from the spinal cord, popping off with a sick tearing noise. It clomped against the far corridor wall and landed with a squelchy thud.
It took a few moments for the body to stop convulsing.
Jesse watched to be sure it wasn't going to get up like a critter in a bad horror movie, then turned around, already asking, "You were sayin'?"
But when Jesse turned, the Doctor was gone.
[ooc: All events leading up to dematerialization broadcastable. Beyond that, sadly NFB. Preplayed with the awesome preacher_custer. No interaction possible, but OOC comments welcome. To Be Continued...]
Levers were pulled, knobs twirled, dials turned, and buttons pressed. Even the pump somehow came into use, until a simple ding told him it was done.
He had a time-space location to go to.
He looked around, wondering if he should tell Daisy and Jane, or if he should simply materialize back so no time would pass. But one thing was certain, travelling alone wouldn't suit him at all. So he did the one thing he could think of.
He stuck his head out the front TARDIS doors to see if anyone was wandering past.
Someone was wandering past, in fact due to the nature of narrative causality.
Jesse noticed the Doctor poke his head out of the blue box with a "looking for something" expression on his face and nodded to him. "Evenin' Doc. Lose somethin'?"
"Lookin' for someone," the Doctor said. "You're lucky day, perhaps. How do you feel about adventure, excitement, and a chance to be a hero?"
Jesse shrugged. "The people who go lookin' for it are usually idiots. The ones who keep their shit together when it's thrust on 'em are usually okay."
"So a rescue attempt, travelling through time and space, that wouldn't interest you in the least?" the Doctor asked.
Jesse's eyes gleamed. "I never said I wasn't an idiot."
The Doctor stepped back and held the door of the TARDIS open.
"Step inside," he said. "We've got some foolish things to do."
Jesse peered dubiously at the box. He didn't really want to hand the Doc his balls if he thought he was going to cop a feel in there.
Then he got a better look past the Doctor. Huh.
"Okay then. Show me whatcha got, Doc."
"Got a lot, really," the Doctor said. "But first, you really will have to step inside. I promise, it's a lot more roomy than it looks."
Jesse sidled past the Doctor and into the big blue box.
He looked around and whistled. "Ho-lee shit. You weren't kidding."
"Wouldn't dream about kidding about something like this," the Doctor said. "Sit down, get comfortable, and prepare to be transported... three months in the past, about twelve thousand miles away, and severely below sea level."
He walked over to the console and began programming the coordinates.
Jesse had a flash back to being ridden by the loa. It had been a sort of time travel. He had a feeling that it wasn't what the Doc was talking about though.
He followed the Doctor up onto the platform instead of sitting down, peering at some of the controls and curiously tapping a dial with a fingernail.
"Why're we doin' that?"
"Distress signal," the Doctor said. "And the origin is one of my own people. Meaning someone I didn't even think was alive is in trouble."
"Uh huh," Jesse grunted. "Any idea what sorta trouble we're gettin' into?"
"Not a clue," the Doctor said. "But it might be pretty bad. My kind doesn't take calling for help lightly."
Jesse grunted again and left the controls to look around more. "Got any guns around here?"
"Don't really believe in them," the Doctor said, twirling a few more knobs. "And we're off." The console sprung to life as the TARDIS dematerialized and made its way into the time-space vortex.
Jesse made a face at the wheezing and looked around to see if this thing was going to fly apart at the seams.
"What in hell?"
"Takeoff, that's all," the Doctor said, smiling. "Should be a smooth and short hop, really. Don't need to worry for a moment."
"Yeah, easy for you to say, Doc." He couldn't die before he found God, that was all he cared about.
The Doctor pulled a couple more levers, and the TARDIS came to a stop, the familiar materialization sound followed by the simple mechanical twang.
"We're there," he said, smiling.
Y'know, this was feeling like some sort of weird practical joke. Except for the part where this box was a helluva lot bigger inside than out.
"Uh huh. Let's see what this trouble of yours is."
"Keep your wits about you," the Doctor said. "And be prepared to run, if neccessary." He stepped towards the TARDIS doors. "I'm thinking we're either in some cavern or we're..." He opened the doors and stepped out.
The dank stench of dead flesh assaulted his nose immediately. It was damp, there. Damp and dark. The metal clang beneath his feet and the recycled air had his thoughts going right to the other conclusion.
"Submarine. Nuclear, probably."
"One'a these days you're gonna have to tell me how that worked," Jesse commented, following the Doctor out of the box.
His nostrils flared as the first waft of smell hit him. He couldn't get away from this stink no matter where he went, could he?
"I'll explain later," the Doctor said. "I have a torch or two, hold on." He patted his pockets and produced two flashlights, and handed one to Jesse.
"Something is wrong, here. Very wrong."
"Ya think?" Jesse took the flashlight and flicked it on, shining the beam down toward a closed hatch.
"Your show, Doc."
"I suppose it is," the Doctor said. He listened at the hatch for any noise, and then sighed. "Nothing. But should probably investigate, anyways. He pulled at the opening mechanism.
"Could use a little help, here."
Jesse joined the Doctor at the hatch and put his hands next to the other man's. "On three. One. Two... Three."
The hatch opened with a loud groan of metal against metal. The Doctor peered through the hatch, then stepped in.
Tables overturned, trays and silverware scattered. It was obvious this room had been a mess hall.
"Curious, isn't it?" the Doctor asked, poking around the room.
"If by curious you mean fucking weird, yeah."
Jesse wasn't so much interested in the mess hall mess as he was in anything that wouldn't normally belong in a mess hall. "Looks like you got some real distress on your hands here."
"Not a sign of people, yet," the Doctor said. "But the air is still good. If..." he shuddered. "The stench."
He poked around some more, until he heard the sounds from out the corridor. A sort of thud-drag, thud-drag noise. It was faint, but growing louder. Growing nearer.
"Breathe through your mouth," Jesse muttered absently, focusing more on the approaching sounds. "We've got company."
He picked up a serving tray from the floor in case he needed to smack some fishy looking creature out of a 50s horror movie in the face.
"It's not the first time I've dealt with death, thank you," the Doctor said. "Company, quite. But is it our expected party, or is it... well hello."
A face appeared at the hatch. It was human, but the pallor of the skin and the milky white eyes spoke of a nature that was not quite earthly.
Jesse hefted the tray and eyed the figure. After the Saint of Killers and Jodie (and he wasn't sure which was worse,) a funny looking face wasn't going to freak him out.
"Was this what you were lookin' for, Doc?"
"I don't believe so," the Doctor said. "Just be very..."
The figured took another step, its body coming into view in the light through the hatch. The flesh was mottled, with entire patches obviously sewn and stapled together, the arms hung down, obviously artificially lengthened with multiple grafts, dragging behind it as it moved. It's mouth hung open, a soft moan escaping from its lips.
"Careful."
Jesse gave the thing a patented "What the fuck?" look.
"Okay. Do you know what this thing is? 'Cause I got nothin'."
"It's not a true life form," the Doctor said. "The stitches, the changes... it must be--"
The thing suddenly bared its teeth and lunged at Jesse.
Now who would expect a preacher to move like Jesse did? He'd been watching the thing because he'd seen enough horror movies to just be waiting for this.
As the creature lunged, instead of trying to get out of the way, Jesse stepped in to the attack and brought the tray around to smash his attacker in the face. He hadn't been in a good fight in ages.
There was a satisfying crunch as the tray bashed against flesh, teeth and a sickly dark blood splattering to the side. It seeemd unfazed, though, as it reeled back and then swung upwards to try and swat Jesse away with one of its elongated arms.
It wasn't kung fu or even butler fu; more like good old-fashioned street fighting, but Jesse leaned away from the swipe, then brought the tray up for another go at the thing's head.
The tray cracked up under the things jaw, driving it back forcefully, bones crack and blood splattering as its teeth ripped through its own flesh.
It wobbled, staggering backwards before lashing out again at Jesse's legs.
Jesse grunted and stumbled back before swinging his foot up to try to plant one pointy steel toed cowboy boot someplace useful on the thing that was attacking him.
Jesse's foot his mark, slamming into one of the creature's elbows with enough force to tear stitches and staples, blood splattering everywhere as the limb snapped neatly in two. The creature fell over on its side, completely unbalanced.
Really, he was doing this thing a mercy when he swung his leg back to give a good go at kicking a field goal with its head.
The head ripped from the spinal cord, popping off with a sick tearing noise. It clomped against the far corridor wall and landed with a squelchy thud.
It took a few moments for the body to stop convulsing.
Jesse watched to be sure it wasn't going to get up like a critter in a bad horror movie, then turned around, already asking, "You were sayin'?"
But when Jesse turned, the Doctor was gone.
[ooc: All events leading up to dematerialization broadcastable. Beyond that, sadly NFB. Preplayed with the awesome preacher_custer. No interaction possible, but OOC comments welcome. To Be Continued...]