towerofanimus | Incoming someone's blast from the past!

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Incoming someone's blast from the past!

Characters: The Ninth Doctor and whoever decides to see him!
Setting: Room 2-12 and anywhere he ventures to
Format: Action to start, I follow your lead.
Summary: The Doctor is confused! Everyone use Talk to!
Warnings: Noooooooone at the moment but if a Dalek or something randomly appears...

[He's gonna be waking up now with a bit've a groan and be confused before shooting up, hand shooting to pocket to grab his blue glowy tipped sonic screwdriver and stand up, having it go around the area. Then he'll blink and lower it for now, and be confused as to where he is.]

Well I sure wasn't thinking this would happen.

[Meet the Doctor. Ninth Regeneration, big nose, big ears, balding... He'll venture around the room and find his trunk and open it, rifling through it and finding his psychic paper which he shall take, a banana which he'll leave, and other stuff he had brought with him. Then he'll look to the door and move to leave and venture out into the hall, jaw dropping a bit as he realizes he's not on then...]

The TARDIS!

[Those eyes'll widen and he's now concerned for his TARDIS he ~~stole~~ borrowed. He's adventuring for now, though. Meeting the locals, all that fun stuff.]

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It took the Doctor a moment to finally realize he had surprised the other and he blinked, looking over the Sonic Screwdriver and back to Ψiioniic, laughing lightly and slightly nervously, still beaming brightly, though.

"No, I wasn't hurting you, it's just I've never seen one've your race is all." He held the screwdriver up to show the entire thing to the other, even offering it out to him to hold "It's a Sonic Screwdriver. Completely harmless." He nodded, still with that beaming grin.

It took another moment for him to realize "Oh! I haven't introduced myself! I'm the Doctor." He held his free hand out for a handshake.

The wall of energy faded to nothing as the Screwdriver was proffered, and Ψiioniic slowly straightened again. He didn't take it, not realizing that he'd been invited to, though he did study it curiously. There was no real way to tell from its appearance what it was supposed to do, but it certainly was true that it hadn't hurt him. Perhaps it was just a sensor device.

He stared with equally blank incomprehension at the extended hand. Trolls didn't shake hands - usually the only time they got that close to each other was to attack or engage in quadrant shenanigans.

"I'm called the Ψiioniic, and I'm a troll," he said slowly, feeling like he was edging through a minefield. A cheerful one. "What'th a doctor?"

He lowered his hands to his sides, putting the screwdriver back in his pocket, that grin still remaining across his face. "Well there's a doctor and then me, [i]The[/i] Doctor. A doctor in general is a healer, one who takes care've the sick and medicinal ways, mostly, but then there's me! I'm The Doctor. I travel around the universe in a blue box that's bigger on the inside."

Now, he decided to go for responding to Ψiioniic's own introduction "Ooooh a troll? Don't think I've ever met one've your kind before. What world are you from?"

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"Taketh care of the sick? You mean the one who culls them?" Ψiioniic tilted his head, still confused. Medical science was not something most trolls were ever exposed to, and the low-bloods less so than most. Slaves especially less so. If a troll wasn't strong enough to survive, they deserved to die - that was basic principles.

To him, the idea of someone whose entire purpose was to heal people was far more baffling than a box that was bigger on the inside.

"We have thousands of worldth, but our home world is called Alternia," he said. "You're lucky if you've never heard of uth. I don't think the subjugated rathes are treated very well... though it'th hard to compare when you're a low-blood," he added bitterly.

"That's what a doctor is, yes" The Doctor nodded as he spoke, responding to the first comment by the Ψiioniic.

At the explanation of his home world, he blinked, trying to remember whether or not he had heard of it before. "Honestly your home world sounds vaguely familiar... I don't think I've ever been there though and my knowledge of it is incredibly limited That limitation being no knowledge at all."

So a doctor was someone who went around killing people too weak from illness to be able to defend themselves... and this person called himself 'The Doctor' the way Ψiioniic was 'The Psionic'? That was a little terrifying. Ψiioniic made a mental note not to ever show this particular alien any sign of vulnerability.

Still, that didn't mean he was just going to attack a perfectly healthy troll. He was doing his job, and there was nothing wrong with that. As long as you weren't sick.

"If you'd been there, you'd remember it," Ψiioniic assured him. "In that way where you'd probably be enthlaved like everyone elthe. It's... kind of hard to forget." He touched the collar at his throat and flinched.

He thought of what he'd said and decided to add something more to the explanation of what a doctor was "Well doctors do whatever they can for someone. If there's nothing they can do it's usually killing them." This time he thought for a moment to make sure that was closer to what he should have explained. "Lisps like yours make things a bit more challenging to understand. Doctors first try to cure the sick even though sometimes it doesn't quite turn out right." He nodded, finding that to be an entirely understandable definition.

"Enslaved?" He blinked at the explanation of the world, not expecting that sort of thing to be said about ones world. He put a hand to his own neck, scratching underneath the collar just slightly, puzzled definitely.

"Cure them? Huh. Why? I mean, I kinda get having thomeone who's supposed to go around culling them, putth them out of their mithery faster. But if you help them, they might survive even though they shouldn't have?" Trolls took the idea of 'survival of the fittest' far beyond just an art form, and this conversation was a clear example of that.

"Yeah, enslave them. Only if they're utheful, though. Otherwise we just exterminate them. As far ath the high-bloods are concerned, not only are only trollth worth being citizens, but only mid-bloodth and up. Low-bloodth are second class at best, and if we're at all utheful, we're made slaves. Aliens don't have a chance." He shrugged. "In nearly a million thweeps of space flight, we've never met a race we couldn't conquer. If we'd won the revolution we'd probably have done thomething about it... Signless ith kind of a sap about that sort of thing. But we didn't."

"Everyone deserves a chance to be saved." The demeanour of the man seemed to suddenly change from the excited to more serious. This was how he viewed it, after all. "I was in a war... I've seen the damage that was done to both sides and I'm the only one left from it. If someone can be saved, but isn't, there's no justice to it." He sighed, scratching at the back of his head. "If you save someone who can survive, it means that they should have lived in the first place."

At the second part, he blinked, nodding a bit at the explanation. "Well you've never met the Daleks or the time lords..." The words were spoken under his breathe. He wouldn't wish the fate of his race on anyone at all. "Who is Signless exactly?"

"But if they need help to thurvive, they're not strong enough to deserve to," Ψiioniic said, shrugging. "At least, that's how our culture thees it. But I'm the first to admit our culture ith fucked in the head."

He paused to consider that, and huffed a soft laugh. "Well, maybe the second. Pretty sure SS beat me to it. He'th a mutant-blood revolutionary who had visionth that our world was broken - that we weren't supposed to be cruel and violent and totally subjugated to the hemospectrum. He never meant to start a war, he jutht wanted to share his beliefs, but it was pretty inevitable. They tortured him to death, of courthe... but now he's alive again, here." He bit his lip, double fangs digging in deep enough to draw tiny beads of yellow. "I know everyone elthe feels trapped here, but this plathe is just about the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm free again, and he'th alive."

The Doctor sighed, shrugging a bit "I suppose to that extent it's a bit've 'To each their own', but everyone deserves the chance to survive and make something of themselves. I believe if someone can be saved, they should be saved unless they've done something unforgivable they can't be redeemed for." That was where he and his future regeneration differed, of course.

He blinked and nodded at the next part. "War is something that usually happens because, and don't take this the wrong way, most races are incredibly stupid. Advanced in so many ways but so bloody stupid"

"No arguments here," Ψiioniic agreed, his smiled widening. "We're probably a case thtudy in 'advanced stupidity'. I should introduce you to SS, you two would like each other, I think. So, what'th a time lord? And why do you look so much like a giant human?"

The time lord chuckled and nodded "You're still such a fascinating race. I'm amazed I don't remember stumbling upon you until now... Case study in advanced stupidity or not." He smiled. He then blinked "Hm. Explaining a time lord can be difficult depending on how. But the short story, and answer for both of those questions, is that I'm from the planet Gallifrey which is home to the time lords, an alien race only titled 'time lords' because of the time rift which was right smack dab next to our planet, pretty much, and I look like an average sized adult male human in his... Fourties, I suppose? because I somewhat chose to look this way, mostly was forced to look like this. It's a long, complicated story about regeneration which could be saved for another time if you don't have the time."

"Well, if it invloves science other than computerth or space flight, I won't underthtand the explanation anyway," Ψiioniic admitted. "A time rift, huh? Aren't time shenanigans uthually supposed to be a bad idea? Like, you go back in time and kill your own Mother Grub and then create a paradox or something?"

Why yes, he was the kind of geek who was into science fiction movies and the like. Or at least he had been, before he became a slave.

"There's thome kind of weird time thtuff going on in this place," he added. "Tho far I've met my dead best friend from two sweepth before he died, and my own Descendant who won't be hatched for another thousand sweeps."

"Usually they are dangerous, yes, but being that close just changed us enough to be capable of extending out lives, thus the regeneration aspect." He nodded with a small shrug "I don't really understand it entirely myself, honestly!" He laughed as he said that and smiled.

"Oh yes there are many odd things happening here. I've heard my future self is here, actually. Really it's fantastic in an extremely odd way."

"Yeah, fantathtic is a pretty good word for it," Ψiioniic agreed. "I know a lot of other people are freaking out about being here, but to me it'th practically heaven. My life is a million times better than it was a few nightth ago."

"Oh well the difference on that front is horrible..." He nodded and sighed, frowning "The last I know I was on the TARDIS when a bright light came across..." He remembered the adventure that split him from Jack. More importantly, that split him from Rose...

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