Session Start: Wed Aug 08 21:05:25 2001 * Logging #whosim to 'placesun2_20010808.txt' Hello Jen and Alisha :) It seems we girls are the only prompt ones tonight. And the guys say women take forever to get ready. Grin :) but it's wednsday... Yup. All day, as my mom says. Dad's gonna be mildly annoyed if he misses it. Is he there with you? Is your dad a Dr. Who fan? Big time, so Alisha was telling us last week. BTW, what's your dad's name Alisha? Jacie: no, but I can grab him. Peregrine: Yes, very devout. Jen, I got on late last week, and I am unsure where the DOC Tardis is? Also what it "appears to be". ad sign, as to "where" I dunno Thanks Alisha :) I believe Cody had it materialize in the empty part of the guest quarters, near the Doc's TARDIS as some kind of placard? dad's name is Craig... Alisha, my real name is Mary. Pleased to meet you. He improv'ed it, and I think that's what he said to tell you. my RN is Katie. Hi! wait, I've got the log... Mary is one of our old timer simmers. She played Tegan way back when, the Australian stewardess companion. Hello Katie :) Though you did lose the high heel shoes. Nice move I thought, Mary. Humm...it will be fun climbing out of a placard... You know a guy wrote the tv series when they had Tegan running in heels. Through 16th century rural england no less/ & ::D.O.C. TARDIS materializes as an adverstisement placard::::: I am also one of the older simmers, probably your dad's age or older. Thank you VERY much Alisha. Ah so it was a placard. Talk about a tight squeeze. sure, I keep all my logs, 'specially of rpgs LOL I watched an old episode 5 Doctors, and she climbs a mountain in heels. Alisha, are you and your dad gonna play tonight? lol And it's Susan in the boots who sprains her ankle????! mebe ::Looking through script to see Peregrine's size:: My son noticed that! Those were some boots, too! he's been trying to persuade me to change my nick, and I don't really get it... Who has? dad He doesn't like AlishaShatogi as a nick? eLO;[' {":TYYxrrrrrxzju But nothing compared to Sarah Jane's boots... ACK!!! ATTACK OF THE TYPING CATS! Nah, Polly had the best boots. Those 60's knee-high kind. Bad kitty! No, he wants us to be an in-char father-daughter pair. I refused rather stubbornly, however I think the writers had a shoe thing going on or something... Well, when he's playing he can simply change the nick. It's really easy here. Tell him to just type /nick HisNewName It's not the first time we've seen a guy in this sim who didn't like having a female nick or character. They get so bent outa shape. I know how to do nick changes... But it can be funny. You gals shoulda seen the time one of our guys had to play a timelady who kissed the Doctor. My kitty sliced my arm open in four places one night while simming. I tried to get her away from the keyboard...beware of kitties at sim time. Might launch another mirc window for him, if he's gonna rpg, he's gotta learn to use it LOL, way back at the beginning of the sim, I would only play female characters I even turned myself into a female Dalek called Dollyek *** AlxKeegan has joined #whosim I would have liked to see that one! Hi everyone! Hey David. Hello there! hi!!! If you have two computers and two phone lines you could both play at the same time. yes you could no, just one comp *** Jacie sets mode: +o AlxKeegan but I can have up to four mirc windows plus my bot open and online at once, soo But one keyboard make it hard to multitask with two people. Cool! My kids don't like Dr. Who. that's rough, kids not liking doctor who Yeah, the action takes place pretty fast sometimes. Hard to keep track of. hehe, I'm a faster typer than he is They think Dr. Who is silly and dumb with stupid special effects. I tell them it is campy fun. *** Dr10 has joined #whosim I never do. Course then I usually have my mom talking in one ear, the tv playing in another and my eyes on the chat window and script. Hey Tuna! You made it. *** Jacie sets mode: +o Dr10 Hurray!! Hello everyone. Sorry to be late. Hello Tuna :) TUNA! No prob. The girls got here and early and discussed the shoe fetish of Who writers. I was hav9ing dinner at a sushi bar with a glamorous Chilean poet visiting here, but I made sure to let her know of my appointment with my online friends. * AlishaShatogi kicks Tuna's typo ahh, thank you Tuna:-) Tonight I am using my new iBook for the sim. All my laptops have been named K9, and this one is Mark 5. Oh now I know we're special. :) you're as bad as me with typos... This group is very special to me, that is for sure. m "All" your laptops? Does this iBook have the CDRW/DVD combo? My fingers are large and spatulate, so often I hit two keys at once. typing cat... Yep, CDRW & DVD. A good movie theater when I am on the road. shoo, Kali, I'm gonna rp I usually catch my typos before I send them * AlishaShatogi attempts to scoot Kali I'm so jealous. I'd love a built-in cdrw on my laptop. The IBM's are looking interesting. CDRW and wireless NICs. I'm just plain clumsy. 'specially at 3 am ouch! aha! Well it looks like Rob and Cody are MIA tonight, so we'll have to cover. I can sub Irish. she swatted me! I have the wireless Airport in it but have not set up my network yet. okay, fuzzy. Out. Most of my typos are because I just can't spell. I am off to get the script. Oh do Tuna. Wireless nets are cool. I just set one up here last month. Two desktops and a laptop. heh shall we do a CASTING CALL? <==== Jacie & Irish <=========the energy beings I must need a hearing check up..did Tuna say IBMs are looking interesting? ;) at least he didn't say ICBMs are looking interesting;-) Shall I attempt to play 5 people tonight? Gad! the two in the console room will be observing and really don't have to say anything for most of the sim * AlishaShatogi mutters something about a shower and jumping in <=======Peregrine + DOC team? argh, and there he goes... <==== El Doctor, unmasked and pesky do-gooder There are still so many others! McBride, Seabrook and Eileen, too! <:::Realizes Mary is here and smiles, waves to her:::> I will do other characters in my scenes. do you want any of those Alsha? or just observing tonight? ::Waves back at Tuna, fondly:: <> ^^' anything that's fairly small... <> <<>> <> <<>> @ = Valhalla concourse # = Observation Lounge @ Irish>::blurts out to securty:: I didn't do it! $ = DOC Tardis Console room @ :: The Doctor looks down at the smoking remains of the tourist and wrinkles his nose::: @ ::looks up from kneeling over the body, hands raised under the threat of the security patrol:: @ Irish>Roaming Girl, tell them it's your fault. You must have done something lately. @ :: The Doctor looks at the security patrol:: Hello. Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. $ ::Says sharply:: Leave the screen on the scene , Devin. This is your first chance to see the Doctor in action. @ Irish, not know! ::grits out as she smiles at the patrol:: @ :::EB One and Two swoop in to lend supportive energies as a pale, shaken EB Three flees his abortive communing attempt::: @ Irish>It's true. She's always doing something. $ ::Shakes head slightly and answers:: Yes, Lady, but I don't think it is proper for us to record all the gruesome details. @ ::kicks Irish:: Irish>See. ::accusatory cat glare:: @ :: The Doctor nods at Irish:: Shush. <> @ :: The Doctor looks at Seabrook:: Hello, I am the Doctor, and while I saw it all there really wasn't much to see. $ ::Sharply:: IF we don't record every minute how can you expect to observe the master of temporal intervention at work? @ Irish>Fine Maker, but if the gypsy gets us killed don't blame me. ::curls up in a bawl and pouts:: @ EBThree < /// Horrible...couldn't break free.../// << ^^' >> @Seabrook> My name is Aubrey Seabrook, and I am the security director here. @ ::the security chief approaches and nods back at the Doctor:: $ Miss, he's just introduced himself, did you hear? @Seabrook> :::looks at his guards and nods::: Holster those blasters, men, something tells me the guilty party is no longer present. $ ::Regains composure:: You are right, Alais, we must focus on the task at hand. @ EB One < :::to Two::: ///I will take him back to the others, they will comfort and heal him. Then I will return./// $ ::Whispers:: This is when he usually begins to meddle, shortly after introducing himself. Watch carefully now. @ ::relaxes when the patrolmen lower their blasters:: Thank you. @ :: The Doctor shakes Seabrook's hand::: Nikce to meet you, these are my companions, Jacie Hunter, and the green cat is Irish. @ EB One < /// Please continue observing them...the slightest thing may be of help. I will return soon./// @Seabrook> Well don't just stand there, officers, take this unforunate individual's body to the infirmary. I want a complete bioanalysis on what happened. <> @ ::climbs to her feet watching the patrolmen take the body away:: @ :: The Doctor looks at the body::: It was as if the shiedlding from that steller brightness out there failed for just a momentg for just that person. Very strange. I'm glad you don't suspect me. @ EB Two < :::to One::: Yes father./// :::to Three::: ///Be well soon, brother./// @ That's a good point. Why don't you suspect us? ::asks Seabrook:: @Seabrook> Strange things happen when you are around Doctor, but your record shows you are rarely guilty of causing them. @ You know the Doctor? @ :::One escorts Three off the station::: $ Miss, if they take the body to away, do you think the Doctor will try to follow? @Seabrook> My analysi of your available record indicates you are a potential asset in solving a case like this. Our Dirfector would appreciate a meeting with you. @ Irish>::yawns and cleans his paws:: He's a security chief, Roaming Girl. They all know Maker. @ :: The Doctor whispers to Jacie:: Anonymity gets more difficult if you get around as much as I do. @ :::Two continues to observe the others in the lounge, trying to puzzle out their behavior, while trying to keep her apprehension from getting the better of her::: @ :: The Doctor smiles at Irish::: But finally her is a security director who doesn't want to lock us up. An officer well-met, I would say. $ I'm not sure Catriana. I must admit that knowing what happened to the body might help us to understand whether or not the Doctor is meddling. @ Right. ::nods and decides to just play along:: Well, then I guess we go meet this director. Dr. Mac Bride, didn't the bartender say? @ Irish>Give him time Maker. He'll want to lock us up sooner or later. $ If he chooses to follow the body to the infirmary, we must be prepared to follow, if not, we may need to split our forces. & = orbiting Odin's Eye @Seabrook> Dr. James McBride awaits you in his consultation area. If you will follow me? @ :: The Doctor nods:: Glad to, Mr. Seabrook. @ ::starts after the Doctor:: @ :: The Doctor follows the lead of the security director, his sense still on high alert.::: $ He's leaving..not going to the infirmary....what now Miss? @ ::Irish jumps up on Jacie's shoulder allowing her to carry him:: & :::One and Three approach the People's current time/space coorinates, in orbit round Odin's Eye::: $ Devin, you obviously are not cut out for another look at the body, and I feel it must be examined. You shall remain in the console room to monitor the Doctor. @ :::Two sees the ones who tried to help the dead person leave the area and decides to follow them:::: $ Yes, miss. ::With relief:: @ ::the party leaves the busy concourse and traverses the administration corridors:: $ Alais, stay with Devin, you are a keen observer, and we need your skills monitoring the Doctor. @ :: The Doctor asks Seabrook::: You know, I have a nasty habit of showing up at the wrong time and being blamed for things. How were you insightful enough to realize our innocence? $ ::With pride, but surprised at the praise:: Yes, miss, as you say. @ That's what I was wondering. & :::to their senses, a sparkling host of spherical energy beings swarm around them as they arrive::: @Seabrook> Come come now Doctor, not all of us are simpletons, just far too many of us. These incidents have been happening for some time now. @ How long? $ ::Turns to Catriana and Allesan:: That means you shall accompany me to the infirmary. Time you had some field experience. @Seabrook> :::Walks along::: No, Doctor, I wsould say that your appearance is caused by these events, not the reverse. @Seabrook> Two fortnights at least, Miss. $ Devin, is the coast clear outside our Tardis? & :::The clutch mothers radiate concern as they support Three, taking them into their care::: @ :: The Doctor frowns:: I am not sure I like the solund of that. @ Neither do I. @ Irish, stop squirming or walk yourself. $ Devin> ::Does a quick sweep of the Tardis surroundings:: Yes, miss. all clear. & EB One< ///He was injured in the latest communication attempt. It was not successful./// @ :: The Doctor realizes he needs to get more information, hook in to the central data net and start running his own intrusive scans.::: ::Gathers Skirts:: Very well, come on girls, it will be a drop to the floor after we squeeze through the door, be careful. @ Irish>Sssh, Roaming Girl. ::eyes closed, his whiskers twitch:: //Say that again Voice. Roaming Girl annoying again.// % = infirmary & :::the mate of One approaches him::: $ ::Opens Tardis door, which makes the advertisement placard swing out:: @ Irish>::eyes flip open and he jumps over to Maker's shoulder:: $ ::Scans room and drops silently to the floor, followed by Catiana ad Allesan:: @ Irish>Maker, Voice is back. She says there are others of your kin here. & EB Four< :::to One::: ///The time grows ever shorter. Soon it will be too late! Is there anything else we can do?/// $ ::Quickly smooths skirts and finds location of the infirmary on the guestroom wall map.:: $ ::Begins walking to the infirmary, tryig to look like another tourist with two teenagers in tow.:: & EB One < ///While there is time, we must try to communicate with these beings. Our only other option can only be used as a last resort./// % ::Reaches infirmary, hears voices and ducks around a corner.:: & EB Four< /// I understand and concur./// $ Drat! Did you hear that cat, Alais? We've been made! @ = Director's Office @ :: The Doctor frowns as he walks and he thinks. Timelords here. Seabrook's strange comment about the event bringing the Doctor, and memories of information he once learned at the Academy. It is all beginning to make some sense.::: @ ::the stop outside a large office door with the placard STATION DIRECTOR:: $ ::Calls frantically into TLady's earpiece:: The cat seemed to sense your presence once you left the Tardis, Miss. Proceed with caution. & EB One < ///Our eldest keeps watch. I must go back and see if we can try again./// @ :: The Doctor walks brisklt by the office staff and into McBride's office, with Seabrook on his heels.::: % ::Replies:: Understood. @ Eileen> ::a young woman opens the sliding door:: Oh good, Chief Seabrook, you found them. & EB Four < ///Good luck, husband/// & :::EB One leaves the location of the people and makes his way back towards the station:::: % ::Pushes Catriana and Allesan against the wall, as the infirmary door opens and the guards walk out.:: @ Eileen>Director Mac Bride is waiting for you. This way. <> @ :: The Doctor shakes McNride's hand in greeting:: Hello, good to meet you, I did not expect such a welcome. These are my companions, the inestimable Jacie Hunter, and the marvelous though opften cantankerous Irish. <> <> @ Eileen>::leads the Doctor and company into the interior director's office:: $ ::Mumbles as he fiddles with the new model Tardis controls:: There, no wait..it's hard to tune in to a different room...there! Seabrook's office comes into focus on the DOC Tardis console screen. <> @ ::Director is busy packing up his research paraphenalia when his assistant enters with strangers:: $ ::Lets out the breath he was holding:: Well, at least the Tardis is working today. <> @ Director>Ms. Naughton, who are these people? @McBride> :::Recognizes the Doctor's companions with a nod::: Frioghtful business this, Doctor, been going on for a while now. Very few clues. @ :::Two follows along and enters the director's office::: % ::Sends Catriana to the infirmary doors:: See if anyone is in there. Do it without being seen, too. @ :: The Doctor puts his hands in his pockets:: Clues? What clues? % ::Heart pounding:: Creeps up to the door and pushes it open, looking in:: % ::Sees the room is empty, and motions the other two in.:: @McBride> All in good time Doctor. We know something of your record in this sector. We might be willing to cooperate with you. But first.... <<*looks sulkily at her father*>> @ :: The Doctor puts his fingers under the labels of his corduroy sport coat::: But first, what? @ Irish>Here we go. They'll want to lock us up now. $ Devin, is that meddling, to ask questions? Or is it just being a kind concerned being trying to help? @Seabrook> Yes, first another matter. You arrive on this rather tightly controlled station and we have no record of you. That needs some explaining. @ :: The Doctor wheels around and speaks while he tours the room::: $ You'd better not let Peregrine hear you say that. Hush up, or you'll lose your scholarship with the DOC. Just collect data. @ :: The Doctor walks and speaks::: No need to hide the truth from you, you have treated us fairly. @ Irish>So far. @ I arrived here with my companions in a shipe of time and space. I come from Gallifrey, but I am a citizen of the universe. $ I know you're right Devin, but I can't help but feel like the Doctor is helping not meddling, most of the time that is. @ :::Two tries to decipher the underplay between the beings. It is all so different from her life::: @Seabrook> Gallifrey! I thought as much. You are a Timelord, then. @ ::MacBride exchanges a grim look with Seabrook:: $ SHHHH!!! Did you hear that! He gave himself away! Told who he was!! That's breaking about a thousand non-intervention rules, for sure! $ It's just being honest if you ask me. @ :: The Doctor turns and faces them, stopping his tour::: I am one Timelord, I neither endorse nor represent the actions of the High Council of Gallifrey. I am, shall we say, an extended leave from Gallifrey to explore the wonders of the universe. @ Eileen < :::unobtrusively records the conversation between the Doctor and the Director::: $ Look, our job is not to judge, just to observe and collect data. I'm not going to argue intervention philosophy with you. @ MacBride>A timelord? We have... uh... records of your race. Though we've never met one, ::adds with a smile:: until now. @ :: The Doctor walks towwards McBride::: But what of these clues? I cannpt imagine the unknown effectively without at least some information. % ::Looks around the room:: Where do you think they put the body, Catriana? @ :: The Doctor smiles::: Well, if this is your first contact, let us endeavor to make it a good one. $ Look Devin, I know your sympathies are similar to mine, and you know very well that hundreds of races know who the timelords are. Why be dishonest? @ MacBride>Indeed, Doctor. Can I offer you any refreshments while we discuss this matter? @Seabrook> :::Holds up some plastic data sheets::: There are some interesting patterns, but the patterns themselves remain isolated. @ MacBride>Ms. Naughton, see to it. Please. % ::Looks around and points::How about those drawers over there in the wall? Don't they put bodies in those? @ Eileen > Getting the kafee isn't part of my job description % Very well, let's look shall we? ::Walks over to the drawers and pulls one open.:: @Seabrook> These frightful incidents seeem to be increasing as we get closer to the end of this facility and this star. @ Chief Seabrook said there have been other deaths in the last two weeks? Have you not seen this kind of thing before since you've been here? @ Eileen > :::smiles to show she is joking, then ducks out to get some kafee for the group::: @ :: The Doctor stops::: Sumatran coffee, perhaps. % ::Looks in and almost throws up:: That's not it, at least not the one from today. @ :: The Doctor continues:: Yes, yes, the pace increases as we near the end. A sign of desperation. @ macBride>No, never. ::shudders:: There's never been a containment leak in the 15 years since this station was erected. @ MacBride>That was our first theory as to the nature of the molecular vaporization. % :: Looks in and mumbles thoughtfully:: No , you're right, but this person looks like something similar happened to her. @Seabrook> :::Clears his throat to gain attention::: AND, of course, there are the strange energy readings in the area, including inside this facility. @ :::comes back in shortly with a pot of kafee, 4 cups, and a separate cup of steaming sumatran coffee::: @ MacBride>Yes. As if the coronal forces had become destabilized in a localized area. % ::Tries various drawers and finds others with similar looking injuries to the one they witnessed today.:: Most unusual. @ :: The Doctor turns and takes the plastic data sheet out of Seabrook's hands, and inspects it quickly.::: @ ::::hands the coffee to the Doctor:: From the chief engineer's private stock, with his compliments. % ::Finally pulls open the drawer containing today's victim.:: @ :: The Doctor stammers::: Energy, energy, where... Oh yes, here it is. % ::To Catriana:: Use your scanner. Make a quick full body scan of the victim. @ Eileen < :::sits down and continues to observe:::: @ Irish>::sprawls out on desk and licks straight out of the cream pot:: @ :: The Doctor's mood changes to one of increased calm, and he takesd a seat.::: @ :: The Doctor smiles:: Well then, it is all rather clear, isn't it? @ :: The Doctor sips the coffee::: Very nice. @ :::Two watches the beings raise objects to their mouths, wondering again at the significance:::: $ ::To Alais:: Look at him, he's figured it out already. @ Macbride>No Doctor, nothing is clear unfortunately. ::rakes hand thru hair:: @ I think it's about to be. You have an idea what's going on Doctor? @ :: The Doctor takes another sip::: Come come now, it is rather obvious now, isn't it? And quite a relief. % ::takes scanner and looks at readouts:: No internal injuries, apparent burns to outer layer of skin, but not terminal. >>>Look at the brain scan though...I wonder. @ macBride>If you know the source of these deaths Doctor, i'd appreciate your sharing that information. @ ::::Two finds herself drawn toward the much smaller creature and watches it with interest::: @ :: The Doctor puts his cup and saucer down:: Odin's Eye is coming to a wild and violent end. The world of ODIN's Eye is also ending. % ::Tells Catriana:: Quickly scan some of the other victims, Allesan, help her. @ Irish>::ears twitch as he laps up his cream:: % ::Thinks hard:: Something seems familiar about this, something from the Doctor's past. I can't quite putmy finger on it. <> @ Irish>::looks up suddenly and senses some wild glow wafting by him:: % ::Shakes her head and clears her thoughts:: Let's get back to the Tardis, girls. @You said first contact earlier, but you have been having a first contact for some time now without recognizing it. AND, those contacts are becoming more urgent. @ :::pulls back towards the ceiling to observe the others all at once:::: % ::Qucikly walks back to the guest lounge area, which is empty except for the barkeep. @ MacBride>Contact with whom, Doctor? @Seabrook> Contact? With what? We are inside a very powerful star. What or who would live here? $ Sees Peregrine approaching and opens the Tardis doors as soon as the barkeep's back is turned.:: @ :: The Doctor smiles::: Precisely, Mr. Seabrook. You live here, but you can go away before it all ends. What if you had always been here, where would myou go? $ Peregrine is lifted up and pushed back inside the Tardis by Catriana and Allesan who are trying not to laugh:: @Seabrook> You mean there are beings who live out there? $ ::Nimbly jump into the Tardis.:: ::Swings the door shut:: @This is precisely what I am saying. They are endeavoring to contact you. $ Hears a noise and looks at the advertisement placard in confusion. Walks over and straightens it.:: @They are the energy beings of Odin's Eye. $ ::Quickly goes to the Tardis lab and goes over the scans again.:: @Seabrook> :::In stunned silence::: @ :: The Doctor takes another sip:: And when they try to communicate with you, more and more desperately, thje conversation gets, shall we say, a little too hot? $ ::Confer and present results to Peregrine.:: The victims did not die from external burns or internal injuries, Miss. $ It appears to be they died from some sort of terrible fright...some kind of mental stress, as if being taken over. $..or possessed or something. $ Ridiculous! @ :: The Doctor stands and puts down his cup and saucer:: Well, we have to have a talk with these beings. @Seabrook> You mean you have surmised that out of these bits of extranenous data? @ MacBride>How? If your right, just coming in contact with these beings is enough to kill. $ Miss Peregrine, the Doctor feels he knows what happened! $ Well? Let me have it! @ :: The Doctor smiles::: It is what makes us creative, Mr. Seabrook. @ I have some equipment on my ship which should make it possible. @ ::smiles:: Show off. ::says in teasing whisper:: $ The Doctor feels that energy beings were trying to communicate with the victims or through the victims and were unsuccessful, harming the victims insted. @ Irish>::sits up licking cream off his lips:: I wouldn't do what you're thinking of Maker. $ ::Thoughtfully:: Yes... he could be right...I seem to remember a similar incident in the Doctor's past.. @ :: The Doctor turns to Irish:: And why not? @ Irish>Voice says she's too tired from your last energy adaption. $ Something about a man taken over by an alilen energy complex called a Helix or something.. @ :: The Doctor tuns back to McBride::: I think I can help, but I do need an energy boost. Would you mind? $ ::Sharply:: Look into it Devin. Find the Helix file...no wonder the Doctor figured it out so fast. $ We should have just stayed in the console room and let him figure it out....would have saved me crawling in and out of advertisement placards! @ MacBride>Ms. Naughton see that the auxilliary generators diverge a channel for the Doctor's equipment. @ :: The Doctor nods his head::: Very well, we will meet in 15 minutes in the Uperations Center. @ Eileen > Shouldn't be a problem. Right now we have "power to burn". @ Macbride>Very well Doctor. $ ::Over intercom to Devin:: If you land this thing up on a wall again as an advertisement placard I am going to drop your grade by a full letter! Do you understand me young man??? $ Land on the ground next time!! # = in the TARDIS $ ::Trying not to snicker:: Yes mam, will do. @ ::::Two follows the Doctor and his companions to the TARDIS, meeting up with One on the way::: # ::runs a thick black cable out the TARDIS doors to a power outlet in the guest quarters:: # :: The Doctor fiddles with the console as Jacie and Irish lead a cable out of the door.::: # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: Primitive, but it should work. @ :::They do not enter the TARDIS, seeing a shimmering barrier preventing them from doing so:::: $ ::Turning to Catriana and Allesan:: And if you EVER tell ANYONE you had to lift me up and push me into the Tardis, you'll get the same! Understand? # ::returns with Irish perched on her shoulder:: All set? <~you load 15 tons, and what do you get?/ another day older and deeper in debt~> # Irish>::jumps on top the time rotor and curls up:: # Irish>Maker, Voice says to adjust the frequency a smidge to the left. $ ::In unison:: Yes, Miss. $ Good. Now that we all understand each other let us return to the console room. # :: The Doctor disconnects the translation device.::: Yes, I am. Do you have the energy emitter? @ :::they note the energy flowing thru the linear object and into the larger object behind the barrier::: @ EB One> ///Most interesting. To what purpose are they doing this?/// # ::digs thru the toolbox full of bric of brac and pulls out a crystalline device:: Got it. # It will take some time for the TARDIS to fully recharge, but we should try and communicate immediately. $ Peregrine, Catriana and Allesan ::enter the console room.:: # Before anyone else has a 'heated' discussion. $ ::Sharply to Devin:: Report. What further has the Doctor discovered? #Quite. # Come on Irish. Leave Voice to her nap. #Well, let's go fire up the chat room. $ He is trying to confirm his theory about energy beings trying to communicate. # :: The Doctor leaves the TARDIS, bound for the Operations Center.::: $ He's hooked up a translator device to the station's emergency Transmat booth. # ::follows Doctor, Irish perched on her shoulder again:: @ :::One and Two follow the others to the operations center::: $ He is about to try it out, Miss. @ = Op Center $ ::Mutters under her breath:: You have to give him credit, there is a certain genius to the man. @ :: The Doctor looks over the emergency transmant booth::: Very nice, this should work. @ MacBride>Doctor, you have the translation equipment? @Seabrook> And how, if I might ask, will it work Doctor? $ ::Raises eyebrows in surprise at Peregrine's remark.:: @ Seabrook > Of course, the Transmat only works intra-station, it can't penetrate the station's shielding. $ To use an energy emmitter from the Tardis, and rig it to the Transmat so quickly, genius, pure genius. # :: The Doctor smiles at the invitation.::: Well, we will put an energy emitter in the booth and turn it on. These energy beings should be attracted to it and will enter the booth. Once in the booth, we can use this translation device to have a little chat. @Invite them for a little sit down, so to speak. $ ::Shakes head and assumes the role of DOC mentor:: Genius, as I said, but meddlesome, none the less. Let's none of us forget that! # ::Jacie connects the emitter to the booth control circuits:: All hooked up, Doctor. @ :: The Doctor turns:: Jacie, where is that emitter? Let's turn on oujr welcome lamp. Everyone leans in closer to the monitor, trying to see better. @ :: The Doctor moves back::: Syand back everyone, we have seen what direct contact can do. @ :::Eileen and Mac Bride active the sensors, setting them to scan the booth for the characteristic frequency and blocking out the emitter from the scans:::: $Catriana> ::Whispers:: Do you think it will work, Devin? @ Irish>:;curls up on a table nearby:: Fine. Wake me when its over. $ If we've learned anything about the Doctor, we know this: He's a master at jury rigging things and making them work. Of course it will, Cat. @ :: The Doctor becomes serious as the emitter begins to issue its call::: @ :::to One and Two's senses, a regular pulse of energy, at the frequence of the People, begins to appear inside a smaller room in the operations center::: @ :::astonishment flows between the two beings:::: @ Two > ///Father...could it be??/// $ Shushhhh. We must record this without comment or editorials, Devin. @ :: The Doctor whispers:: I know you are here, come on, we mean you no harm. $ Watch everyone. The master meddler at work. @ One > ///Yes, I think these creatures are attempting to communicate with us!/// @SEabrook> :::Holds his breath:: @ Irish>::yawns and peaks with one eye:: @ Two > ///Is it dangerous?/// @ One > ///Perhaps, but this is the chance we've been working and hoping for/// @ Irish>::sees a rippling of purple air waft thru the w @ :::One and Two enter the booth and approach the emitter::: @ ::looks around but sees nothing:: Anything, Doctor? @ Eileen> Two energy signatures are in the booth! @ :: The Doctor smiles slightly::: @ Irish>Open your eyes Roaming Girl. You almost stepped on one. @ ::Jacie backs up a large step:: @ Irish>::looks at empty booth:: She's always clumsy cuz she's not a cat. *** PrncDunca has joined #whosim *** AlxKeegan has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) *** Jacie sets mode: +o PrncDunca $ Alais> ::Thinks to self:: He's right, I just know he is..it's going to work. <> @ :: The Doctor activates the translator::: *** PrncDunca is now known as AlxKeegan @ :: The Doctor fiddles with controls on the translator::: $ Peregrine ::Thinks to self:: This may be it, just what Maxim needs to remove the Doctor. @ ::a clear clicking sound begins echoing thru the translator's speakers:: @ :::The translator, at lightning speed, starts to build a congruent language base for the disparate beings:::