Darkness Meme

[sockle]

All Hallow's Eve is over but the nights seem to be bleeding further into the day, faster than they should; then the power to the cities goes out, the satellite is silent, batteries only last so long until they are exchanged for torches as the world is thrown into a sunless chaos. No one knows what is happening or why and there are Darkling Things that have begin moving in the shadows, whispering: "One shade the more, one ray the less..." Darkling Things & Fell Winds • COMMENT WITH CHARACTER/SERIES IN THE HEADER • ROLL 1-5 ON RNG FOR A SCENARIO • TAG AROUND! 01) SPELL Discover the darkness is part of a magic spell gone wrong ... or right for the bad guys. You might spend days or months or years looking for the reversing incantation. 02) WEATHER The freakiest storm the world has ever known. It's just that simple ... isn't it? 03) CHOSEN You alone can stop The Prophecy! Whatever it is. And you just now found out; how does that make you feel? Don't panic, no pressure ... you only have to save the entire world! 04) MUNDANE You're not the hero, you can't stop this. You're Joe Nobody, and you just miss cable. 05) LIGHTS Somehow, you managed to vanquish the darkness in your immediate surroundings. Keep going! Whatever you did, it's finally working! ( by sockle )

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the Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA

[notthehuggingkind]

[fairytale_traveller]

[An Amy ok?]

[notthehuggingkind]

[totally fine! :D]

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[fairytale_traveller]

[Amy desperately tried to hold onto her balance, as she grabbed hold of a lamppost. The winds were out of control and there was no warning on the weather of a freak storm like this. No. Not storm. Hurricane.

She had a coat wrapped around her but that was threatening to be ripped from her shoulders. Looking around, she saw a deserted street. Why was it always her that got into difficulty? All the strange things she'd been in with the Doctor and now this? But, he wasn't here right now. She was alone.]

[notthehuggingkind]

[The Doctor was scrambling around the TARDIS, circling his console, as all his readings were telling him the wrong thing. Or things to be exact. As he flipped a switch or two, the cloister bell rang.]

Oh hush! We're fine! None of that rubbish!

[But then the whole box went spinning and finally crashed into something, causing a jarring stop. Staggering, the Doctor made his way to the doors, opening and nearly blew away with the high winds. He had crashed into a building, but was more focused on the idiots actually being out in this kind of weather.]

[fairytale_traveller]

[Amy heard the familiar grating noise over the harsh, bitter winds. The TARDIS. She forced herself to get nearer to the noise; battling the strong winds making her eyes water. She eventually reached the location of the sound and noticed the TARDIS parked rather awkwardly up, against a building.

Had he crashed? She ran over to the blue box and noticed an older man standing by the two doors. Who was he and where was the Doctor?]

Who are you? Where's the Doctor?

[notthehuggingkind]

Is that how you greet all your friends? Demanding questions?

[It was a snarky reply, especially given this was certainly a reunion he wasn't expecting in the slightest. He had missed her, though those feelings were deep down inside and he didn't want to surfacely admit to it.]

The TARDIS is the same; I'm the same only a different face...

[He stands there, coat whipping into the wind as he squints to even see her, red hair blowing into the wind.]

[fairytale_traveller]

Friends? No, not really. [She whipped some hair from her face, as she studied the older man in front of her. What did he say? Different face?]

What? Yeah, I can see the TARDIS is the same. You're telling me you're the Doctor? But, that can't be true. He's a young man with floppy hair and a bowtie. You have to be confused with someone else....

[She grabbed hold of the TARDIS door handle to stop herself from being blown away.]

Whoever you are, what's going on? Do you know?

[notthehuggingkind]

He is me; I am him! I just have a grey top!

[It seems he was still sensitive about his older appearance, but he might be more miffed that Amy didn't want to believe him. What was it with the isistence on a young face?]

I'm older than we last spoke.

[He seems a little more somber at that note, before looking at his surroundings.]

How long has it been like this?

[Without saying anything, he steps back inside, leaving the door open for Amy to follow. The layout may be different, but it still was the TARDIS as she knew it. Pulling up a screen, the Doctor points out on the monitor.]

Whatever it is, it isn't a storm.

[There were no clouds on the radar.]

[fairytale_traveller]

You mean you regenerated? But how? [She had so many questions and she was already missing the younger man she had known as a child. Yet, he was still the Doctor, right?]

Alright. Say I believe you; what is going on? Why has the weather gone all weird? [She frowned at his words.] I don't know! I thought you could tell me!

[notthehuggingkind]

[He would try to explain it to her, but they had more pressing matters at hand. Opening the door to the TARDIS, he leads her in as he goes to the console.]

Did you always shout? I'm not deaf; I'm right here.

[Pulling the monitor over, he's scanning for answers.]

What were you the exact moment the winds picked up? What did you see?

[fairytale_traveller]

[She walked through the doors and immediately noticed the change in décor.]

Decorated again, have we? What was wrong with the glass floor look? I rather liked it. Or, is it because you changed? New Doctor, new TARDIS interior? [She looked at him and wondered what he was thinking. The new Doctor did sound rather serious than the last one she knew, but it was still the same man underneath.]

I just saw a flash in the sky then the storms started happening. They're happening all over the world; not just here.

[notthehuggingkind]

[He ignores Amy's comments on the decor. Now wasn't the time to talk like bored housewives over it.]

How long ago was that?

Focus, Amy! [He snaps his fingers and points to his eyes.] Did you see anything other than the flash?

03

[shortfor]

"Why is it always you? The chosen one. They never pick me. Is it because they're intimidated by my genius? Honestly, it has to be," Missy drawled as she gave the Doctor a withering look. Every bit of chaos, every end of the world disaster, everything that so much as involved death, and the Doctor got to be the hero of the hour. Not that she was jealous, of course, she really didn't want to be the chosen one to save the day. End it? Sure, yeah, that sounded nice.

It was just a little bit tedious. Definitely didn't help the Doctor's God complex either, always being picked. Looking around at the thick unsettling dark, she would have perhaps made a bigger protest about the whole thing being stopped but for once, this wasn't her fault. And she didn't overly like someone else trying to kill them. "So what's the plan? I assume you have one? Endless dark, dreadful weather, the end is nigh. It's you're Christmas list in action, love."

That and she wanted this end before that dreadful breeze blew her hat off.

[notthehuggingkind]

Right, because the Doctor asked for this. Just like he asked for her to come back - and really a Time Lady? At least she didn't have any of that horrid facial hair the Master tended to enjoy.

"Do you think I rang them up? 'Oh yes, I'd love to see a massive ship above London, thank you'. Like that's never happened before." The Doctor sneered over to Missy. (The thought that she even picked out a nickname made him gag.)

He's all teeth, and eyebrows and scowls, the wind picked up as the ship emitted another sound pulse, going over the town like waves. "If we don't stop this, the frequency alone will destroy half this place." No, he didn't have a plan.

[shortfor]

If facial hair looked good on this face in anyway, rest assured she'd have it. Oddly enough, women just didn't seem to be able to grow a full and proper beard. Nor did it ever look good. File it under interesting facts she was still learning about being a 'Time Lady'. At least now her appearance disarmed the Doctor enough to easily invade his personal space. Silver linings and all that.

"You're always so desperate to play hero, I really wouldn't be shocked if you set yourself up to save the way. Especially if you're impressing some random earth girl," Like Clara. Or Martha. Or whoever else happened to be fawning over him.

With a disinterested look, she cocked her head to the side, eyebrows raised. "Would that be the half we're in or the other half? I just need to know how much I have to actually care about this. I mean if we're not under threat, what's the point of panicking?"

[notthehuggingkind]

The Doctor's eyes narrow, "I'm going to say we're in the line of fire." He continued to run some calculations in his head and then was debating whether or not to bring the TARDIS aboard. It might be his only option.

Moments later there was a broadcast of some harsh, deep-sounding voice resignating through the air. Assuming that was who they were up against, the Doctor remained silent, trying to decipher what it was saying. "Please, something give it a mouth rinse..."

[shortfor]

"Can't we just get in the TARDIS and leave? Is that a real option or are you just refusing to leave because you're so valiant and heroic?" Really, she found leaving was the only option she had here because she certainly wasn't helping but she also didn't want someone else to destroy the earth so it was very much an annoyance to chose which one was the better option.

Tilting her head back, she listened to the communication with a frown but honestly, it was very hard to understand. Like someone talking with a lot of bass. So much so it was more vibration than word half the time. "You'd think you could translate this nonsense into something more coherent. Can't you use that sonic thing to change the frequency of the broadcast?"

Oh well, it looks like helping was steadily becoming her chosen option.

[notthehuggingkind]

The Doctor rolls his eyes at Missy, pulling out his sonic to do just that. The message wasn't anything the Doctor had never heard, your usual standard threats and how their race was far superior. The Doctor was ready to tune everything out when his named was called out in a threat. Now that made it personal.

"Oh c'mon, that can't be that special! Their defense system is lacking!" He hoped UNIT would cut things short and blast them out of the sky and he wouldn't have to do anything.

Sadly, he cared a tiny bit for this planet and it's pudding brains. He moves past Missy back into the TARDIS. It was time to board the ship and see what he really was up against.

[shortfor]

Oh, boarding the TARDIS? See, now, surely she could do that otherwise she was going to end up very much dead and that wasn't very nice. Besides, technically, this was her plan. Go to the TARDIS. She so said that. Following the Doctor, she paused in the doorway. For whatever reason, for whatever odd reason, she felt the need to get permission before entering. Mostly because she wanted to live and sadly this Academy failure was very much her only hope at that.

"So what's the plan? Running away? I know a fantastic planet. Three moons. We could conquer each one and rename it. Wouldn't that be a fun weekend? Or we could have a picnic on Venus."

All of which were better than trying to save the day.

[notthehuggingkind]

"Maybe later." He replied gruffly as he began starting the TARDIS for its short journey on board the ship, hoping they'll land in a cargo bay. But first, he turns to her with a finger pointed. "Hands behind your back! I don't want you meddling with anything!

"We're going on board, and I don't care if you like it or not. I don't care about this species, really, but I can't have them mucking up this planet with whatever take over plan they possess."

Really, he was tempted to take Missy up on her offer, but then she'd probably annoy him in less than five minutes on that trip too.

Sorry! This week was hectic!

[shortfor]

"Maybe? Well, that's the furthest I've gotten to a yes in centuries," Rolling her hands, she gave him a rather over-exaggerated pouting look before finally, her hands went behind her back in a rather elaborate display, much like how a child would do so just to prove they'd done it. Childish, sure, but effective. See, she could play the game if she had too. If it meant freedom. "Look, see, behaving. Though if we crash, it'll be unfortunate. What with my hands behind my back."

Maybe she could try and sue the Doctor for facial bruising or wounds? If she was going to headbutt the console floor because this idiot couldn't pass his flight exam then surely she was owed money.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, dear. If you want to save a dull little species from another dull little species then fine. Every man needs a hobby," Though she couldn't promise a hijacking wouldn't happen. Or a mutiny. Or an attempt at genocide. Honestly, depends on her mood and how much longer she could cope with being on the good side.

no worries

[notthehuggingkind]

When the doors opened to the TARDIS, the Doctor was expecting to be greeted at gun point, only surprised it was completely empty. Only... a putrid stench overcame his senses within minutes and he hid his face in the crook of his elbow. "What are we dealing with?" Now he cared even less for these people.... things... whatever.

The entire ship was oddly empty. Very empty as the Doctor moved through the halls. He hoped getting out of the cargo bay would help, but the smell only got worse.

[shortfor]

Oh woah, what a wonderful scent. Always a good sign of a creature, probably a whole putrid race of stinking monsters somewhere. Like she'd suggested before, blow up the place and be done with it. Honestly! It was so much easier than trying to reason with whatever it was that decided a whole planet take over was a genius idea. From her experience, anyone wanting to do that? Probably mental.

"Smells like the dead," Missy supplied helpfully as she loitered behind him, not overly eager to find whatever was causing that smell. Because it really did sound like a whole crew had died in here and been left to rot. And that wasn't a pretty sight to behold. "Perhaps we should retreat? No shame in leaving the party early, dear."

[notthehuggingkind]

As they walked through the corridor, the Doctor was actually considering that right about now. "Shut up. Must you talk all the time?" He replied sternly, pressing further onwards to the bridge of the ship.

The entire time they were alone, alone with only themselves and this horrible rotting stench permeating their senses. Once reaching the bridge, the Doctor was ready to let out one big curse when he found it completely empty.

"WHO IS PILOTING THIS BLOODY THING!?"