Deciphering the Void [open]
Recognizing, decoding, rearranging, and making sense of star charts was nothing new to the Doctor. Sometimes it would’ve been right after the TARDIS rematerialized in an unknown location where only the scanner was working, trained at the section of sky in which they were stationed; sometimes they could determine the origin or type of species in an area; occasionally putting them in the right location would disarm traps, if the Osirians were any base indication.
This would be the first time he’d ever used his knowledge to piece together a chart of the space between dimensions-for obvious reasons, he didn’t exactly frequent the area you know-but, as per usual, it wasn’t much different from what he was used to. The landmarks were certainly of a different constitution, the language was…new, to say the least. At least the parallels were simple enough to draw.
The Media Library proved a good enough place to conduct this series of translations, which the Doctor hadn’t expected at first. This explained why he’d downloaded the charts from the allocated console onto a portable data pad; regardless, the cushy (fleshy) chairs nearby were worth the effort and time of otherwise unnecessary transfer. The celery-wearing Time Lord settled into one of the couches, set up some extra screens, and very soon he was completely engrossed.
It didn’t take much longer, therefore, before the entire set of chairs was taken up by screens and scribbled bunches of paper, and the Doctor had settled into his usual groove of quietly muttering to himself and pacing around his various work surfaces. Given time he might take up the entire Library.
Unless, of course, parts of it were already taken. In which case he might run into them first.
This would be the first time he’d ever used his knowledge to piece together a chart of the space between dimensions-for obvious reasons, he didn’t exactly frequent the area you know-but, as per usual, it wasn’t much different from what he was used to. The landmarks were certainly of a different constitution, the language was…new, to say the least. At least the parallels were simple enough to draw.
The Media Library proved a good enough place to conduct this series of translations, which the Doctor hadn’t expected at first. This explained why he’d downloaded the charts from the allocated console onto a portable data pad; regardless, the cushy (fleshy) chairs nearby were worth the effort and time of otherwise unnecessary transfer. The celery-wearing Time Lord settled into one of the couches, set up some extra screens, and very soon he was completely engrossed.
It didn’t take much longer, therefore, before the entire set of chairs was taken up by screens and scribbled bunches of paper, and the Doctor had settled into his usual groove of quietly muttering to himself and pacing around his various work surfaces. Given time he might take up the entire Library.
Unless, of course, parts of it were already taken. In which case he might run into them first.