A World of Magnets and Miracles; RP for savagestime
A sea of crashing, jagged waves splinted out in a thousand directions like crystals in a mine. The scene had movement, violence and beauty, all fighting with each other over which ideal was truest. It was also completely still.
The landscape of the fifteenth broken moon of the Medusa Cascade was an artistic nightmare and a madman’s dream. The Doctor had always found it beautiful. It wasn’t only the landscape itself, with all the craggy edges and strange formations and constantly tilting surface. No, it was the way it was formed. The broken moons of the Medusa Cascade were locked in gravity’s fast dance where they spun tightly around each other. Their heavy footsteps caused the celestial bodies to crash into one another over and over again. Each crash was special. It wasn’t enough to completely shatter the moons but just right to force them to rebuild, pulling the pieces together and coming back more twisted each time.
The Doctor was leaning against the console, his hips supporting him. His arms were crossed loosely over his chest as he gazed at the scanner. Finally, he turned the screen towards the Master and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Recognize it?" he asked. His voice was neutral, displaying nothing, even as he watched for the Master’s reaction.
The landscape of the fifteenth broken moon of the Medusa Cascade was an artistic nightmare and a madman’s dream. The Doctor had always found it beautiful. It wasn’t only the landscape itself, with all the craggy edges and strange formations and constantly tilting surface. No, it was the way it was formed. The broken moons of the Medusa Cascade were locked in gravity’s fast dance where they spun tightly around each other. Their heavy footsteps caused the celestial bodies to crash into one another over and over again. Each crash was special. It wasn’t enough to completely shatter the moons but just right to force them to rebuild, pulling the pieces together and coming back more twisted each time.
The Doctor was leaning against the console, his hips supporting him. His arms were crossed loosely over his chest as he gazed at the scanner. Finally, he turned the screen towards the Master and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Recognize it?" he asked. His voice was neutral, displaying nothing, even as he watched for the Master’s reaction.