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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[Have a mildly curious Japanese man looking at you, Doctor.]

Another friend of the Doctor? [Because that's obviously the case of anyone else mentioning the TARDIS. Obviously.]

[Canada wonders sometimes if she should just sit by the second floor on the staircase, waiting for new arrivals to be invariably confused and make for it.

Either way, here she is, watching you]

The Tardis? I don't think its here.

[I will say this one and only once. I didn't expect the timey wimey to happen so soon.]

'Friend of the...' No, I am the Doctor! [Just a mo' he's thinking and paling a bit] Oh god one've my previous regenerations are here aren't they...?

[Followed by realization of...] Have you seen a blonde young woman and possibly had a man in a World War II outfit flirt with you by any chance?

...but where's the bowtie, the... [He makes a motion at his head.] The longer hair, the-- Regenerations? [Looks like your future self didn't inform the good detective about this.]

There's a few blonde young women here, and the only man who's come close to hitting on me was a Frenchman.

... Has there been any sign of anyone named maybe Rose Tyler or Jack Harkness?

[He's really quite concerned but he has to find a familiar face or he'll be panicking. Always.]

[And he's going to be incredibly, terribly confused about what's being said and think of all his past regenerations.] ... Did he have a flute with him? Or possibly act a bit on the crabby side? [Second and third~] Because I don't wear bowties and ever since I regenerated I've had short hair.

Any Rose Tyler or Jack Harkness, then? [The latter of whom if he shows up should not meet France.]

This is by far the largest human Ψiioniic has yet encountered, fully a match for his own height and quite a bit heavier than him as well. Of course, he was probably the most starved-looking full-grown troll in existence, some adolescents had more mass than he did, so that wasn't saying much.

He wondered if this was an adult human? If so, it might be considerably more dangerous than the children. He approached cautiously, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.

"Are you an adult human? Or thomething else?"

He blinked to the troll in front of him, confusion in his eyes for a moment before a near child-like excitement came into his eyes. He'd never met one of the race in front of him. For a moment, his concerns on his location, where his friends were, where his TARDIS was... They all seemed to vanish.

He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned it over Ψiioniic to see if he could get a read on him and his race before finally answering the question.

"Oh I'm not human. Just look it." He smiled brightly to the troll "I'm actually a time lord. Maybe you've heard've the race, maybe you haven't. I'm more curious about you, though. What race are you? Where's your home?" His tone mirrored his excitement as he looked to Ψiioniic, still with that grin. "Whatever you are, you seem fantastic!

That quick once-over with the buzzing and glowing thing was too fast for Ψiioniic to react to at the time, but his belated panic was more than enough to send him flinching back against the wall. To him it looked and sounded like a weapon, and even though it hadn't hurt him his instinctive reaction was to throw up a wall of crackling red and blue power between him and the human.

He didn't actually attack, however. Submission was still far too deeply ingrained in him, especially since he didn't appear to be injured. The flood of cheerful questions that followed left him completely bewildered. "I... uh... I'm thorry? Don't hurt me."

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."

[ Wandering through the hallways, she spots someone weird looking. Just gonna. Stop and watch him for a bit. ]

Are you okay?

"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?"

Just fine! Bit've panic over no idea where my TARDIS or companions are, but otherwise peachy [grins a little] You haven't seen any've them by chance, have you? Blue police box, blonde nineteen year old, Rose Tyler, or maybe a man about my height goes by Jack Harkness?

"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."

Companions... [ She's heard that word, but not the name. A shake of her head. ] Sorry. The Doctor was looking for his companions too, though. Maybe you can find them together?

Not especially crabby - I mean, he was irritable about the situation, but most everyone is once they get their mind around it.

Those names don't ring a bell - he seemed hung up on an Amy and Rory Pond, however.

I'm...afraid not. Can I help?

[She steps closer] I'm Canada if you need anything.

Nine and Eleven are here?

Please say I'll get to meet Ten before the time stream explodes.

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Have an overly excited Time Lord, Ψiioniic. You've distracted him.

Have a panicked Mage, Time Lord. You've startled him, lol

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