Intro-ish Post (With Options)

[not_the_question]

This Doctor had been getting settled in on board the Enterprise - well as much as he can. He still baulks at the jabs he had to be given, but since they didn't contain anything that was harmful to him, he allowed for them.

Now, he has an agenda. He knows the TARDIS is somewhere on board and now that he has a map and listings, he's going to go there to find it.


The Doctor is making his way down to the cargo hold, but going about it the long way around. May as well investigate the ship on his way. If he can get to the TARDIS, he won't be staying long anyway, so he might as well explore something new as he goes along.

It's all terribly human. Basic, really. And they think it's the best thing. About the only thing he's really interested in is this Q character. He doesn't mind humans most of the time. He just doesn't like being 'stuck' with them. And there's so much humanity here - with nothing to escape it.

B: TARDIS Cargo hold Plot: Open To All
After his adventure with Trever and his cat, the Doctor finally arrives at the cargo hold that is marked as containing the TARDIS. He sonics his way in (whether or not that was necessary) and looks around. Some of the items look familiar and others seem alien - even to him - which is saying something. It isn't long before he sees the TARDIS, standing there in all her glory. He confidently strides towards her. When he gets there, he gives a loving stroke to her. "Hello, Old Girl. Now, let's see about getting out of here."


The Doctor needed to vent his anger and frustration at not being able to get back to his own universe. So he made his way to the training room. He had told Clara he had cheated against Robin Hood with his archery skills. But that doesn't mean he's positively rubbish at it. He just wasn't sure of his aim at a ship with rotating bits. If he were to be perfectly honest, which he rarely is, he just needs a bit of practice. He was disappointed that he couldn't get into the Armoury, so he would have to make-do with one of the holodecks. Pity. It's never quite as good as the real thing. Now, if only someone else with archery skills were around. Nothing like a little bit of friendly competition when it comes to brushing up on skills.



{{OOC: I'm happy to backtag however long people are interested in playing with these plots.}}

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[reincarnshaman]

The Doctor is being followed by a black cat.

She wasn't there a moment ago.

But she's there now.

And she's following him with her tail up in the air and that sort of saunter that says 'I just happen to be going in the same direction that you are and I'm totally not following you at all. Nope' cats have.

Though she might go for his ankles in a moment.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor is keeping a watchful eye. He knows from trying to break quarantine that if he tries to go to restricted areas, security appears. So when the black cat appears, he notices immediately.

He might be new to the Enterprise, but there are some things that are consistent across known universes. One of those is that cats don't 'magically' appear as this one has seemed to have done. He grimaces at the sight of it. Ever since being chased by human-sized cats in wimples, he just doesn't care for cats all that much. Yes, that was hundreds of years ago, that doesn't change anything.

He walks a bit to make sure the cat 'isn't following' him. After a few moments he looks down at it.

"Do you have to follow me? I'm sure you can find others who would provide you far more entertainment."

[reincarnshaman]

She sits down and starts licking a paw with the air of innocence that only a cat can pull off.

What is he talking about?

She's not following him.

Don't be ridiculous.

Also, she glances back the way they came as if expecting something.

[redarrowqueen]

That was when a young woman found the training room. Thea had been itching to train again and she knew when it came to archery friendly contests were the best (and the most fun). That also made her miss Oliver and Roy, two of her favorites for friendly battles in her world. But she perked up when she spotted the older man and decided playful would be the best call. "Let me guess, either you're going a bit stir crazy or you're itching for a bit of fun." she called with a smile.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor shrugs and arches an eyebrow. "Or could be both. Or neither. I haven't decided yet."

Honesty. Honesty from the Doctor is never a good sign. He walks over to the array of bows and arrows that had appeared on a table. He tests the weight of one or two and the tautness of the strings. After selecting a bow he likes, he went over to the arrows.

"What brings you here?"

[redarrowqueen]

Thea simply raised her gear,"Partly to train and partly to see if anyone was around for a friendly contest." she offered. She added,"Let me gues, you're among the recent arrivals? I'm Thea."

Cargo hold!

[unkindness]

The TARDIS is certainly not the only thing in the cargo hold--one corner holds a menacing-looking gathering of mechanical bits, dark black and glowing green, arranged in a very deliberate manner. There's a woman there, too, standing with her eyes closed in some kind of rest.

Being almost entirely human to first glance, she looks incredibly out of place.

She's used to people coming in, even approaching the TARDIS she happens to share 'quarters' with, but as she opens her eyes (the computer beeps 'regeneration cycle complete') and looks around, she notices that this person is new.

She steps off the platform--it goes dark behind her, without her connected the alcove has no need to function--and approaches him without any sense of hesitation, stopping well outside any circle of 'personal space'.

"This cargo hold requires clearance from the Captain." After all, there are people living here. Rude.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor has rarely cared about clearance or anyone's permissions where his TARDIS is concerned. But he doesn't want too much conflict, so he whips out his psychic paper and flashes it at her as he speaks. "Well, here's the paperwork, all in order. Just here to check on my TARDIS."

And just as quickly the psychic paper goes away. And he continues to approach the TARDIS. As he gets closer, he talks to himself. "No, no, no! This is all wrong. She's too young. Oh, what have they done?"

It's his TARDIS, of that he has no doubt, but she's from another time. That's very not good. But he needs to get closer to make sure.

While I try to figure out some Trev world building stuff, have an Alec

[element_wizard]

"It's not going to work," Alec said from a perch up on top of some crates. He looks down at the Doctor and the TARDIS, keeping a good distance from the TARDIS because it - she - doesn't like him. At least he's fairly certain she won't.

It's amazing how many semi-sentient devices that have to deal with time travel dislike him.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor hadn't thought he had spoken that loudly. But clearly his voice carried farther than he thought. He frowns as he looks up to see where the voice came from.

"You seem certain of yourself."

[element_wizard]

"I don't think she'd be here if she had a choice in the matter. But you can try, if you'd like."

Alec does tend to be certain about things he knows he's right about. He tends to not be very good at bluffing.

Cargo hold

[super_seal]

Walking the ship on his self assigned daily rounds, Steve spots the Doctor. Something about the man strikes him as strange, although he can't fully put his finger on it, but it's enough that he decides to follow the man. Discretely of course.

It's only a corridor over when the Doctor stops and pulls out something and then enters. Steve slides between the doors before they fully close and continues to watch. He doesn't have authority on this ship and he doesn't really have any reason to be following this man, but he's bored and he's never been one to ignore his instincts.

He's surprised to find the man ends up at what looks like a phone booth. The way he caresses it and talks to it, it seems like more than just a phone booth to him but Steve doesn't see the appeal. He's about to walk away when the man's words finally register.

Instead of staying in hiding he steps out and towards. "Excuse me, but did you say you had a way out of here?"

[not_the_question]

The Doctor may call himself an idiot. But he's really not. He'll miss some obvious things, but others he's fairly quick. The point is, he knows he's being followed. He's not surprised, given what happened when he was under quarantine.

When the man finally speaks, the question is easy to answer. "No. I said 'Let's see about getting out of here.' And when I said 'us' I was talking to the TARDIS."

In other words: 'no stragglers invited.'

[super_seal]

"But that implies that you think you have a way to get out of here." Steve counters. "How?"

With a quick look around, he thinks he should also clarify. "The TARDIS... You mean the phone booth?"

Maybe this guy isn't going to be of help after all.

Cargo Hold

[feellikeibelong]

Helena had been exploring more of the Enterprise, trying to learn more of where things were. At least in the parts of the ship she could get to, anyway. So when she'd found herself at the cargo hold, she'd been about to turn and backtrack, clearly not truly wanting to be in the cargo hold. But then she heard a voice that caught her attention and she looked until she saw the man and a...large blue police box? That was certainly an odd sight. But she deduced from what he'd said to it that it was actually a machine of some sort. It didn't look like a spaceship, so perhaps it was something else?

"Are you looking to make an escape from here with your time machine?" She queried as she drew closer. No doubt that it was more than a little stretch of the imagination to make such a deduction, but Helena had once built her own time machine. Plus the police box was some sort of machine that could travel. If it was a ship the way the Enterprise was, it wouldn't be in the cargo hold. At least that is what she thought, anyway. It just didn't look like a ship to her that traveled about like other ships would.

So now she would wait and see how close, or far, her guess was.

Re: Cargo Hold

[not_the_question]

The Doctor is about to try to enter the TARDIS when the voice distracts him. How can they all see him anyway? He's standing close enough to her that the perception filter should be working.

Well, this is rubbish. More nosey humans is the last thing he needs.

He licks his lips and turns to face where the voice came from. He crosses his arms and leans against the TARDIS for support. At this rate, he'll never get in. Because there's no way he'll do anything with them around.

"There are too many words wrong with that statement for me to answer properly."

He's assuming she's met the other versions of him and so already knows all about the TARDIS. And even if she doesn't; rule one: the Doctor lies.

[feellikeibelong]

Helena had indeed met a Doctor here, the one in the long brown coat, though most of what she actually knew about him and his universe had come from knowing Sarah Jane Smith in the last place she'd been in. Sarah Jane had told her about some of the travels she'd had, about the Doctor and his TARDIS.

Though as for nosey human, Helena was more curious than she was nosey. Most of the time. But she didn't take offense to his response. Instead, she was amused.

"My mistake, I should rephrase that to you returning to where you came from." Helena was still new around here, she didn't know the logistics of what was keeping them here, not like when she'd been in Niflheim and the Grasp had kept her and the others it brought in relatively close proximity to it so they couldn't escape. For all she knew, he could actually get back to where he came from. Helena, however, wasn't interested in leaving. There was nothing back home for her, and Zoey was here, so she would make this her home.

Besides, who didn't want to travel the stars and see distant planets and aliens? Helena had dreamed of it her entire life, and now she was finally getting to do that. Nothing was going to stop her from it as long as she had a say in it.

Cargo Hold!

[madman_inabox]

Eleven usually visited the cargo hold every day, just to make sure the TARDIS was where he last left her.

"She's not going to go anywhere. Look over there."

Sure enough, there were two other TARDISes parked right next to each other. His, with the St. John's Ambulance Logo and another in a slightly different shade of blue. What didn't make sense to Eleven was why there was another Doctor with a face he hadn't seen before.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor groans softly. He recognises the voice and knows who is speaking without even turning around. Not to mention the little niggle in the brain he gets whenever he encounters himself.

He pulls a hand over his face as he sees two more.... Oddly, not his. Well, maybe that was for the best. After all, the same TARDIS from different times occupying the same time and space.... "Whatever has pulled us here is strong enough to prevent a Time Ram from happening."

Which meant this was a far worse situation than he thought. Still, better to not have his here, no matter how comforting it might be. He was going to be busy enough worrying about these three. Having already given some support to the one TARDIS, he makes his way to the other two to offer more of the same.

"You don't seem concerned that this could hurt her. But then, I always did prefer forgetting when I was you."

Really, he's too old for the 'running into himself' malarkey. Sure, when he was young and reckless, it wasn't as bad. But then, there were fewer of him back then.

[madman_inabox]

The look he gave his older self was one that said he was offended. Sure, he forgot about a lot of things. He had to. If he didn't he'd be miserable. And, it wasn't so much that he forgot, more that he just didn't want to talk about it.

"I think she's fine. The other one's been here longer than mine has. I thought we were just having a fight." It wouldn't be the first time that he was involved in a fight that he wasn't aware of. It certainly happened enough times with River.

"But how did," he began while gesturing toward his other self, "this happen?" Counting got complicated there for a few regenerations, but he was reasonably sure that this face, the one he wore now, was supposed to be the last one.

[dictaphonic]

Will has taken it upon himself to explore as much of the Enterprise as he possibly can. And the cargo hold, while perhaps not the top destination for most, strikes him as likely to hold enough technology that's alien to him as to be very interesting to see. So accordingly, he's wandering there today, dictaphone in hand.

"As I said, most of what's here does seem to be related to the technology of this place and time--or, at least, the containers are, even if perhaps some of the contents are not. But I'm hoping that this is a sign that items related to other visitors on the Enterprise--like myself--are kept in a specific-oh!"

He cuts himself off as he stumbles into an area holding an item that is very familiar indeed--with a person in front of it who, while not familiar in appearance, Will has an inkling he might already know. "Um." He stares, his gaze going between the TARDIS and the man standing in front of it for several seconds, before he manages to call out: "Hello! S-sorry to interrupt, but...are you...the Doctor?"

[not_the_question]

The Doctor looks over at the young man when he hears his name. And a small smile appears. Will might have accidentally caused a lot of problems, but he also accidentally solved a few too. Besides, he tried and the young man didn't have a malice bone in his body. Which had always made the Doctor wonder why he would choose UNIT of all places to work...

His Scottish tones are more harsh in this body than Will is probably used to. "I'm one of them... Apparently there are several of us here."

But there is a fondness to his expression. It's good to see a companion who's life he didn't completely screw up. "How are you, Will?"

[dictaphonic]

Will is guessing, since he's seen the UNIT files for the first eight versions of the Doctor, that this one must be later than that, but he has no other point of reference beyond the Eighth Doctor mentioning that his Tenth and Eleventh versions were here. Still, he's just delighted that his instinct was right.

"Yes, I've heard. And I'm fine!" He smiles. "But I have to admit, I had no idea the TARDIS was here! I...take it there's a reason we haven't just left in that?" He has a feeling there must be, but a small part of him can't help but hope that they've both just stumbled upon the solution to this problem.

[knight_2000]

There is a black car hidden in shadows sitting silently off in one corner of the cargo hold. Normally these days its consciousness would be out and about on the ship, enjoying the freedom of the mobile holo emitter he'd been gifted, but today he was feeling the need to recharge his power packs, and that meant staying put. It was just as well, as Tasha had given him quite a bit to think about over these past few weeks. Still, the humanoid's presence does not go undetected, and KITT's scanner lights up, flashing a brilliant, solid ruby red briefly, before it begins its slow tracking across his prow, back and forth, back and forth. The glow is reflected off the gleaming floors and neutral walls, and it's accompanied by a peculiar whooshing noise in time with the tracking, but here in the corner it's most likely too faint for the intruder to hear.

[not_the_question]

If the intruder had been human, perhaps. But Time Lords have better senses. And besides, the red light is hard to miss, which brings his senses to higher alert. The Doctor sees that it is simply a car. So all modes of transportation are kept here. Interesting. The Doctor seems hypnotised by the red for a moment. Then it dawns on him. He slowly raises his arms as he speaks softly. "You're scanning me. I'm not going to hurt anyone. I'm just here to check on the TARDIS."