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Post by Al on Jun 6, 2006 0:15:13 GMT -5
Al looked at it questioningly but shrugged and took her hand, "It's called the tropic of lotus, very nice sushi plate if I recall." He was already starting to recall the area he had seen only five years before in his time.
The found it easy enough as the name was written in english and Jappanese in the large neon sign. The palm trees were a dead giveaway as they came upon the five story tourest trap.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 0:25:04 GMT -5
The Doctor frowned up at the neon writing before entering. "I'll never understand that. Why go into a Tokyo tourist attraction modelled to replicate a tropical island? If you've got the money to go to Tokyo, you have the money to actually go to the topics."
She looked at Alex. "Now, we've got to be careful in here. It'll be crowded and I'm not keen on losing you so you get shot. Also," she stared into Alex's eyes, graver than he'd yet seen her, "when we find this Pirate King, you do not go anywhere near him and you do not interact in any way. Understood?"
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Post by Al on Jun 6, 2006 0:26:59 GMT -5
"W...wait what?" He looked like a little bow who'd just had his favorite toy taken away, "B..but I thought...how am I supposed to claim the title if I can't fight him?" He asked in a bit of a whiny tone.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 0:32:11 GMT -5
The Doctor rolled her eyes and pulled Alex inside, but leaned into his ear to explain. "You lose the guy here and he goes off into space. If we change that event, we run the risk of creating a temporal paradox. A temporal paradox summons up very bad things." The Doctor moved away. "Now, where would he be?"
The Doctor pulled out her sonic screwdriver and flicked it on and started scanning. "If he's got a means offworld, it's not here."
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Post by Al on Jun 6, 2006 0:43:42 GMT -5
"Knowing the bloke who's holding the title, the bar, with lots of women...hey look at that!" Othelo pointed to their right with his free hand *The doctor being on his right*
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 0:45:43 GMT -5
The Doctor jumped, always up to see something interesting. "What, eh?"
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Post by Al on Jun 6, 2006 0:47:18 GMT -5
Al was silent as the doctor gazed accross nothing but more hotel.
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 6, 2006 0:48:46 GMT -5
'This drink is bitter.'
A young man, hidden by a long brown cloak, placed down a half-empty beverage which swirled brown and red within its contents. He stifled the pressure growing in the pit of his stomach, and sighed quietly.
'I don't see her, either. I hope this won't take much longer.'
Although the club was very crowded, thick with people, his keen eyes scanned through each one. He was here to find one person, a criminal who was Force-sensitive and using that to her advatage. None of the club-goers matched her description, but sources had told him that she planned to be here tonight to meet with her employer.
The young man stared back at his drink, contemplating if he should politely finish it. he sighed again, deciding to avoid it for the time being.
His eyes were set back towards the club entrance, far from the table in the corner where he sat. Two newcomers entered the club, one wearing a ridiculously pink and purple outfit and thick sunglasses, looking very lost and nervous. The smaller companion was focused on an item in her hands that he had never seen before. But after closer inspection, he found that the girl matched the description of his target, at least somewhat.
'Maybe she isn't the one,' he thought. 'The Force will not tell me. But I will keep a trained eye on her, just in case.'
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 0:52:50 GMT -5
The Doctor frowned, not seeing anything of interest except those exhibitionist lesbians in the stairwell, but too much time with Jack Harkness had stomped the need to stare out of her. "Alexander, I'm a bit confused on what you mean." She looked back at her companion-
She was holding hands with a gold statue of a rare Mexican bird. The Doctor glared and looked around the club. "Alexander Rush, where have you gone?!"
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Post by Al on Jun 6, 2006 1:04:16 GMT -5
A man clad in suit and tie was sitting at the bar listening to another drunk businessman perform, the women around him giggled and offered him drinks, food and telephone numbers.
But something sighed inside him, it was all for money they flocked to him, and he was fine with that, money had bought him whatever he desired, and the marvelous powers he had had made sure he never went without what money he needed.
But still, after a few years of constant sexual stimulation, among any other kind of drive that he needed fufilled being stuffed to the brim, he wondered if there was something more.
The man had been an archologist of sorts and stumbled upon the remains of a long dead fabled king of the pirates. having died due to a simple mistep in a trapped cave. The fool apparently wasn't too secure in his powers, but the archologist who stepped on one of the skeletons bones inherited the powers and grew into them swiftly.
He had located texts explaining the tales to him of what previous pirate kings had accomplished, it was rumored that Ceaser himself had once held the title.
Tonight he would stay on earth just long enough to see if the world really did end in a technological glitch, if not he would take leave of the boring planet, having sampled it's delights, and quest out for other planets full of life to please his growing hungers.
"Sir." A males voice broke through the giggling girls.
The man looked up to meet eyes with a shaggy blue haired waiter, easially identifiable by his red vest, white dress shirt and tie, though they all seemed a bit large for the stringy lad.
"Sir there is a telephone call for you in your room, I was told it had to be private." He spoke in a bored way as if he felt his life would serve better purposes.
"Tell whoever it is to call back tomorrow after the world has ended." The long haired king had no desire to be interupted tonight, a few songs, some drinks and maybe a round with the girls and he'd be on his way.
"Sir I think you'll want to take this, it was asked that...I believe he said the pirate king come at once."
That got the kings attention, no one should have known about that..."Right, thank you."
He stood and apologized to the girls and made his way to the elevator, the same waiter was pushing a cart of suitcases twords it, "Please sir, hold the door!" He called.
Groaning the man held the door with his foot as the busboy/bellhop got on.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 1:11:10 GMT -5
The Doctor caught the flash of blue hair in the sea of black and charged forward, rounding around the bar and accidentally elbowing a cloak-clad man in the back. "Gomen nasai, mate." She ran to the elevator just as it closed. "Alexander, don't!"
And slammed into the cold, steel doors of the lift.
The Doctor groaned. "Every bloody time- why do I pick humans, why?" She whipped out her sonic screwdriver and shined its blue light on the elevator console. There were going to the eleventh floor. How ironic. The Doctor steamed for a moment, looking for the stairs.
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 6, 2006 1:14:55 GMT -5
"Excuse me miss, is there something troubling you?"
The Doctor turned and saw the cloaked man she had accidently elbowed before. His face was covered by the shade of his long borwn hood, but she could tell by his stature that there was a young man behind it.
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 1:18:55 GMT -5
There was that 'miss' again. God, she missed being a attractive man with all that nice, easy-to-maintain hair... All the humans loved him then.
"More than I can explain, lad. Where're the stairs?"
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 6, 2006 1:24:48 GMT -5
"They're past the other side of the bar, but I believe that it's being occupied by... lovers of a less common sort." The man pointed a finger to his left, revealing the location of the stairwell and the exhibitionist lesbians rolling all over it.
"I don't mean to pry, but were you following the blue-haired man?"
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Post by luciazephyr on Jun 6, 2006 1:29:32 GMT -5
The Doctor groaned. "Yes, I was. Look, I understand you humans love asking your stupid questions- 'cause seriously, mate, I chase a guy into a wall and you ask if I was following him, how dumb a question is that?- but I've got to get to the eleventh floor or this entire planet is, how do you say, royally buggered." She shoved past the cloaked kid and headed quickly to the stairs.
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