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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 12:48:28 GMT -5
(This RP is for lower powers, though Lucia does have a few Doctor-ly qualities here.) On the outside, it's nothing special. A blue box on the street corner. It's a police box from the 1950s, really. When people were in trouble, they could use the free phone on the door to call for help. When coppers caught a crook, they shoved him inside the blue box as they waited for back-up. Inside, though... It's a massive, obviously alien ship. In the center is the console, so mind-bogglingly complex, no human could understand. The walls are a rustic, warm golden brown. The organic structure makes it eerie, making it seem almost alive. What most people don't know is that it is. But the Doctor doesn't tell them that too often. What s/he does tell them is closer to this "It's the TARDIS. That's T-A-R-D-I-S. Time and Relative Dimension in space. It's dimensionally transcendental- it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. Can go anywhere in the universe if you wanna go. Oh, and it also travels in time."[/center] --------- She was the Eleventh and just coming out of her regeneration. Getting used to a new body was a bit overrated, though Romana always enjoyed it. She loved visiting Earth while in the throes of post-regen awakening. Humans never questioned anything. It was a safe place to unwind as long as you didn't get accidentally shot. That's how her Seventh form went. Eleven (going by the name Lucia while lounging here) sipped her red tea and watched the people go by. Normally, she hated sitting still for more than twenty seconds but... damn, it was fine tea. She twirled her single key around her finger and blew over the top of her cup. Today, she was still in her Tenth form's clothing. It was just so geek chic to toss into the TARDIS's wardrobe again. It consisted of a loose baby-blue shirt and a dark tie, a brown suit, blue pinstripe, with matching pants, Chuck trainers (or Converses, as Yanks called them), and a long tan frock coat that hung around her ankle. To add her own touch, she wore a roundish, brownish, mid-brimmed hat with a blue ribbon around the helm. It was sunny.
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 13:16:33 GMT -5
"It's robbery is what it is." The irate young man glared defiantely.
"Look, it's all I can offer it for, any less and i'll lose money." A spikey blue haired man sighed. Fresh out of his teens on a quest for glory and gold and he'd had to take a part time job as an ice cream salesmen to make a living.
"I ain't paying that, the scoops tiny." The snot replied.
The man growled, "Look you little beast, either gimmie money for the ice cream or i'll have me mates thud and bammo talk to you about it." He held up his balled fists to indicate who thud and bammo were.
splat!
The vendor wiped icecream off his face in time to watch the kid dissappear around the corner.
"Geeze Rush your getting bested by brats now? What happened to the man who called himself "Othelo the soon to be pirate king?" He pondered as he checked his hair in the mirror of his cart.
"Didja notice that new phone booth they put in down the street?"
"Yeah, I wanted to use it but some girl wouldn't let me in, she said it wasn't really a phonebooth but some kinda transdemsional whoozits, what a nut."
"Better call the cops to make sure she isn't dangerous."
Alex had been listening intently, it sounded fishy, but stranger things had happened in this world, after all he had just spent the last five years searching for treasure and some high and mighty person known as the pirate king only to find according to the records he left earth a year earlier.
"Well it's a bit off my route but who knows." The spikey haired vendor turned the corner and pushed his cart with the jingly bells down the indicated direction.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 13:22:38 GMT -5
Eleven laughed to herself as a few more people tried to get the door to her beloved TARDIS open to no avail. She was a picky thing, and didn't let anyone in that she didn't like. She was a good judge of character, the Doctor always thought, considering she was a ship.
The metallic ring of a bell caught her attention and she looked up at an ice cream vendor heading her way. The Doctor grinned and downed the rest of her tea, getting up to meet the vendor.
She'd hadn't had ice cream yet, not in this body. So many new things, so little time!
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 13:28:38 GMT -5
Alex stopped to greet the woman the others had been talking about, "Afternoon miss, our special today is sea salt ice cream bars, 2 for a fiver, interested? You might wanna stock up a few for your...I heard transdemensional whozits?" The boy asked entirely serious and polite.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 13:34:56 GMT -5
Well, hell, she didn't have anymore money on her after the ten cups of tea she'd had. That left only one way...
The Doctor grabbed her wallet from inside her coat and flipped it open. Inside was a blank piece of Slightly Psychic Paper, high quality. Psychic Paper wasn't supposed to be on Earth for another couple of centuries, really, but.... Ice cream!
"Dr. Lucia Zephyr, food control for Cardiff. I'd like to see your credentials, young man. And are you aware of how strict food regs are for street vendors? I'll need one of your ice creams for testing. Failure to comply will land you into a load of trouble with my department." She flipped the wallet closed and gave a stern look to the boy. "Quickly, now."
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 13:39:22 GMT -5
Alex peered at the paper seeing a badge and some important looking scribble.
"It's always me isn't it?" He muttered to whatever mighty being held control over his life.
He handed her a ice cream bar and then paused, "Wait a tic, if I remember correctly I heard you food nazi's were on the north end of town pestering pretzle vendors this week...I just got flim flammed didn't I?" The blue lanky armed boy groaned.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 14:20:34 GMT -5
The Doctor grinned mischieviously and started in on her ice cream. "Now, I don't know about that. But you have been, as you say, 'flim flammed'." She beamed. "And you should be ashamed of yourself for that turn of phrase. 'Food nazi'? How horrible to imply that a nazi could ever approach the deep-set evil int he charcoal heart of a food inspection agent. You should see 3010 in New California. The war they started was terrible."
The Doctor waved her little finger and turned to walk away.
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 14:22:21 GMT -5
"Oi now wait a second." The boy dashed to catch up, "3010, new California...those guys weren't kidding that thing is more then it appears ain't it?" His car clattered and clanged on the old road.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 14:24:55 GMT -5
"Hm?" The Doctor feigned deafness for a moment. "Oh, the little box on the corner?" She shrugged, still heading towards it. "Don't worry yourself about it mate. It's just a box for dreamers and adventures. None of your concern."
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 14:26:26 GMT -5
"Dreamers and adventurers? Well boy did you get the right ice cream vedor." The spiky haired one parked his cart and began examining the box, pokeing and prodding at it, "How's it work?" He asked his eyes alight with curiosity.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 14:29:30 GMT -5
The Doctor frowned and smacked the boy's hands, but was intrigued by him. Not many humans put faith in a blue box. Least of all Americans. The Doctor leaned on the front door to the TARDIS and pushed her glasses farther up her nose.
"And who might you be, Yank with a bad false accent?"
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 14:32:52 GMT -5
"Oh how rude of me." The boy stood up and bowed in an exagerated fashion, "Alexander James Rush, treasure hunter, adventurer, actor who's down on his luck and part time ice cream salesmen." He lept up, "I applaud your picking out my bad accent, I am in fact American born but i've been traveling this world I simply pick up whatever from where ever ya keen?" He wiggled his eyebrows comically.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 14:36:46 GMT -5
The Doctor laughed. "Well, look at you, all swarm and charm, thinking you can talk your way into my TARDIS." She tapped Alex's forehead. "That won't do ya, mate." She crossed her legs in front of her and her arms, looking foreboding. "Come on then, spill. What's your story, morning glory?"
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Post by Al on Jun 5, 2006 14:44:54 GMT -5
The boy nodded, "Must be respectful of a lady who won't be swayed by a silver tounge, though I speak the honest truth with it." He took a seat on his cart, "Well let's see, I suppose it all began years back in high school when I discovered the truth about my parents, you see it turns out they weren't killed in a car accident, but rather they were killed by a group of rival treasure hunters in south america. Apparently my parents had really loaded up over the years and stashed away their savings in a cave somewhere, but when I was born they went back to get it and were killed." He didn't seem uncomfortable shareing this information. "So right after graduation I hopped a puddlejumper to the jungle and set out to retrace their steps, turns out they were on to bigger things then gold and jeweles, stuff like power, knowledge, things that no amount of capita can buy." He lept to his feet and began pantamimeing, "So I set out to complete my parents work in search of a fabled man known as the pirate king. This men above men holds an otherworldly power and I intend to see it for myself, if not obtain it."
He performed an abrupt about face, "Sadly however I am a little ADD and get caught up in adventures here and there so my quest has been put on hold." His shoulders drooped as he sighed and indicated his cart, "And so this wild rover will rover no long until I get some capita to start moving again."
He was once more bouncing about as he spoke eager to learn, "So what of you miss dressed for work but a voice that says "let's play", who are you and what brought you and this mysterious device to my humble little neck of the woodland?"
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 5, 2006 14:50:29 GMT -5
'Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but certainly interesting.' The Doctor noted.
"Who am I?" She bounced on the balls on her feet. "I'm the Doctor. And sorry about the conflicting message with the clothing. My last form was a bit of a geek and he really liked brown and psuedo-professionalism." She winked. "Still haven't gotten used to being called a woman yet, really, let alone picked out new threads."
She offered her hand for a shake.
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