open RP: The Time Lords' Christmas Gift to the Park
One evening, shortly after sunset the TARDIS materialized suddenly beside the statue of Walt Disney in the center of the park. A moment later a tousled head popped out and glanced around in all directions. Then it disappeared back behind the blue wooden doors, although one remained slightly open. There was no one around to hear the voices within drifting out into the warm yet snowy darkness.
“Alright, ‘s all clear. Can you just get that side?”
“He's made for manual labour, let him do the dragging. My back can do without it, thanks.”
“Thbbbt bwip bwoop!”
“Oh. That's… just wrong. Someone get the other end.”
“You know, one more word out of you and I will splice your central processor and use it to make a microwave.”
“Ah, could you two stop arguing and give us a hand? Preferably before someone comes and the whole thing is ruined?”
“We'll continue this later.”
“Fiwip!”
“Oi! This is heavy!”
“Brip bridle eddle woo.”
A moment later the Doctor emerged from the TARDIS, carrying one end of a long box which looked to be made of various pieces of scrounged metal, wire, and what could possibly be various alien computer chips. It had panels and knobs and buttons on it, and its purpose was anyone’s guess. He maneuvered it carefully out the door, and Artoo emerged supporting the other end, followed by the Master holding a black dome-shaped object about the size of a large salad bowl in his hands.
It took about half an hour, as near as Time could actually be measured, to set up the five foot tall box, topped with the Master’s ‘salad bowl’ and arrange the surrounding panels. When everything was ready the Doctor cast a look in the Master’s direction, one hand on a switch. The Master put his own hand on a small button on the other side of the box.
A flick of the switch and the machine came to life with a pleasant hum. Something flickered in the darkness above their heads. Then the Master pressed the button, and the once empty sky was filled with the stars and constellations that belonged over Anaheim California on the 25th of December in the 21st century.
The Master folded his arms across his chest. He nodded once.
The Doctor nodded back, one hand drifting up to tug at his ear. Then he tilted his face towards the sky, and they watched the heavens in silence as the snow fell.
((Feel free to marvel from afar, thread amongst yourselves, come up and bug the Time Lords, or whatever! We might take a little bit getting back to you, as Master-mun may not have interwebs much in the next few days, but we will.
“Alright, ‘s all clear. Can you just get that side?”
“He's made for manual labour, let him do the dragging. My back can do without it, thanks.”
“Thbbbt bwip bwoop!”
“Oh. That's… just wrong. Someone get the other end.”
“You know, one more word out of you and I will splice your central processor and use it to make a microwave.”
“Ah, could you two stop arguing and give us a hand? Preferably before someone comes and the whole thing is ruined?”
“We'll continue this later.”
“Fiwip!”
“Oi! This is heavy!”
“Brip bridle eddle woo.”
A moment later the Doctor emerged from the TARDIS, carrying one end of a long box which looked to be made of various pieces of scrounged metal, wire, and what could possibly be various alien computer chips. It had panels and knobs and buttons on it, and its purpose was anyone’s guess. He maneuvered it carefully out the door, and Artoo emerged supporting the other end, followed by the Master holding a black dome-shaped object about the size of a large salad bowl in his hands.
It took about half an hour, as near as Time could actually be measured, to set up the five foot tall box, topped with the Master’s ‘salad bowl’ and arrange the surrounding panels. When everything was ready the Doctor cast a look in the Master’s direction, one hand on a switch. The Master put his own hand on a small button on the other side of the box.
A flick of the switch and the machine came to life with a pleasant hum. Something flickered in the darkness above their heads. Then the Master pressed the button, and the once empty sky was filled with the stars and constellations that belonged over Anaheim California on the 25th of December in the 21st century.
The Master folded his arms across his chest. He nodded once.
The Doctor nodded back, one hand drifting up to tug at his ear. Then he tilted his face towards the sky, and they watched the heavens in silence as the snow fell.
((Feel free to marvel from afar, thread amongst yourselves, come up and bug the Time Lords, or whatever! We might take a little bit getting back to you, as Master-mun may not have interwebs much in the next few days, but we will.