Futures Unseen

[cityship]

The crew had retrieved the Tapestry without any real problems, but much of the information that had been revealed to them in the process weighed heavily on their minds.

The war would soon get bigger than any of them could ever imagine.

Still, there was work to be done. Namely, getting the Tapestry to where it needed to go. The whole affair with that

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[makeherblue]

The feeling he got from the Tapestry was almost like back when he'd been looking at Brother Thane's map -- something looking out at you, although not quite in the creepy sense (or maybe it was, if you were creeped out by that sort of thing) and creepy sentient...ish Tapestries or not, the Doctor couldn't resist a look.

The room dedicated to the Tapestry was a blinding white: incidentally, the same kind you could find sometimes in hospitals or waiting rooms or prison cells that were going for that rather horridly boring "modern" aesthetic. The Doctor hadn't much cared for that look himself. All rather cold. There wasn't even much to look at before it felt like your eyes would start crossing, just for something to do! It would've been the case here if it wasn't for the metal structure in the middle of the room, looking very not boring and frankly, saving the whole room just by existing right where it was. His eyes roved from the ring itself to the sheets of light twisting about

[cityship]

The tapestry regarded him curiously, but returned the greeting nonetheless in its own, vague way.

[makeherblue]

He supposed it was to be expected, the whole not one for conversation thing.

The Doctor was even willing to bet the horrid white room didn't even bother the Tapestry one bit. He kept the connection established, feeling a vague sense of curiosity but not a particular need to start nattering away, which was fine. He supposed he could natter for the two of them if he had to. The Doctor focused on the eyes-that-weren't-eyes.

So. It all starts with a funeral? Dreary one, aren't you! He'd prefer it to start with a wedding, a birth; anything, really, aside from the end of the universes. Again. Unless this was some sort of bleed through from Big Bang 2, which on second thought made this a great deal more awkward than he thought going into this.

[cityship]

One choice of many, came the wordless reply.

The future, after all, was made of choices.

[makeherblue]

Basically tangents and tangents-of-tangents and tangents-of-tangents-of-tangents, so on and so forth.

This wasn't exactly the sort of thing where there was one decision that changed everything and this was where he was likely to agree with the Tapestry. Choices, plural, yeah -- this many universes and timelines and it was probably more choices. The Doctor focused on that vague idea of "many" he was getting from the Tapestry. It didn't communicate with words. It didn't need to. All sorts of things you could do if you just listened, thought long and hard at something and happened to be an alien device that was impressive even by his standards.

And have some of these choices already been made? Given general timey-wimeyness, that could very well be the case (and yes, that was his professional assessment of the situation). "Timey-wimey" covered everything from time hiccups to waking up one morning and realizing you'd overslept and missed your swimming lessons with Michael Phelps in 2009. Oops.

[cityship]

There was a mostly positive response from the Tapestry.

Some of the choices had indeed been made, but some still remained as well.