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Master and Commander

Nov 21, 2010 04:26

Data stood in the middle of the office, quietly regarding his current employer with a flat, dull gaze. One that could almost be considered the look of a broken man, if you didn't know him better. But unfortunately, his employer did. His employer knew those gold eyes held lifelessness purposefully at the moment because he didn't want to give Mr. ( Read more... )

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veryverylast November 21 2010, 17:46:52 UTC

All that flash and neon and noise provided the perfect cover for the TARDIS's arrival. The blue box emerged into existence, fading in with perfect rhythm to that all-too-familiar grinding. She settled herself in the space between two establishments: a pawn shop and a diner (which also held a mini pawn shop within).

The doors opened, Amy and Rory hopping out together, ready to start exploring. Closely following was the Doctor, currently eating a letter-sized piece of paper.

Well, he wasn't actually eating it, but one of the corners was definitely damp with his spit as he'd briefly held his tongue against the sheet ( ... )

empirical_data November 22 2010, 05:35:04 UTC

And the guards did start looking. Ominous looking fellows in red-trimmed, dark gray nehru uniforms. Almost reminiscent of the Chancellery Guards on Gallifrey. Just a touch, though ( ... )

veryverylast November 22 2010, 06:34:21 UTC

"Thanks for that, dear," the Doctor said over his shoulder, in response to something he felt at the edges of his psyche, along that connection with the timeship. Not 'old girl'. Not anymore, but 'dear', a much more blatant term of endearment for her. He smiled faintly, pocketing the screwdriver with a flourish ( ... )

empirical_data November 25 2010, 06:04:16 UTC

The emotion chip was clicked on and active again as Data made his way over to the TARDIS, staring at first at the young red-headed woman that greeted him. At first, it didn't register that the man in the bowtie would be the Doctor. "I'm supposing you can help me as well, I'm looking for some-"

He paused as it finally registered, the other man standing there. Worlds apart from the one he'd known, but the same ancient gaze. If he wasn't mistaken, though. More nostalgic than fond.

He was almost embarrassed as he slowly forced his telepathic circuitry to hush. Especially as he was wearing the same glasses that his younger self used to make a display of putting on.

"We will need to be leaving the promenade. Mr. Youbley will be here soon and he'll want to know what's going on. Quickly, we need to leave." He motioned at the three of them, looking over his shoulder.

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