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ten_fwd2015-08-26 04:15 pm
not_the_question) wrote in ten_fwd2015-08-26 04:15 pm
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Intro-ish Post (With Options)
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.}}
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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While not completely satisfied with the answer. As with the TARDIS, it was... enough. "If there's anything I can do to help. Let me know."
He's a bit more daring than his earlier selves, but he also has the knowledge and experience of being quite a bit older. There will always be some level of control to his madness.
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"I will be certain to do that." KITT was curious as to how the Doctor thought he could help, but not quite ready to ask.
KITT was also curious about seeing this Doctor in action with Ten, the one he knew best. He imagined it would be quite the sight.
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"There are a lot of things in the universe that are easier to accept than to try to figure out how they work."
He just happened to figure out why his TARDIS had shrunk that one time. Though, had it not been for The Boneless, he wouldn't have figured it out. Of course, if it hadn't been for them, probably wouldn't have been an issue to begin with.
"Good. I know you're wondering what I could do. Well, that there is a Type Forty TARDIS. She was already ancient - a museum piece when she became mine. I'm the only one left that knows how to perform maintenance on her. So, just know that I could probably help, should the need arise."
It was more informative than defensive.
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"That sounds like a human problem to me. Unfortunately, I've spent nearly all my time around them." There were some who might consider him more human than machine, now. In some ways he might have been gratified to know that it wasn't only an issue for humans.
Kitt doesn't take the Doctor's words for anything but the offer that they are - and he is grateful for it. Well, maybe not the implication that he himself is practically a museum piece, as in his day he was state of the art and... in his day. This isn't his day, and in this century, he is a museum piece. How depressing, that!
"In that case, I thank you for the offer. I hope never to take you up on it, but it's good to know it's there... should the need arise."
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He never did well with rejection. So, really he's more grateful than he sounds. He walks over to a TARDIS and strokes her. "Now, now. It's no different than any other companion I pick up."
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The Lonely Doctor. The Lonely Boy. Kitt could see it in his eyes sometimes, if he really looked. He was curious about the TARDIS, though - was she actually jealous?
"She should know me better than that."
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So it's not jealousy. Or if it is, it's not in the way KITT seems to be inferring.
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Very, very limited.
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He looks over his shoulder at the blue boxes.
"She actually said that to me once. So, I do everything in my power to make sure I don't get on her bad side."
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"Wait a moment - she said that to you? I thought she couldn't talk."
Now he was just confused.
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But he kind of waves it off.
"Hard-light projections, but it's not the same as her talking to me... as herself. Though, that happened once, too."
And now he's thinking about that. Because that had been an amazing adventure.
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The problem with talking to the Doctor was that often he had no idea what he was talking about.
"Holograms, you mean? Why isn't that the same? If you'll pardon my confusion, how is it possible that she spoke to you as herself?"
He's extremely confused now. A permanent state of affairs, he feared.
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The Doctor takes a breath. Preparing to answer the questions.
"Anti-time is the opposite of time. Anti-time has no past, present or future. There is only 'Now', but the 'now' has no beginning and no end."
Right. That was the easy one. He smiles as he thinks of Idris. "On one of my journeys, the Matrix of the TARDIS - her soul, if you will, was captured from the Police Box and infused into a human body. That was the one time she and I could talk. Properly."
To him, the hologram should just make sense why it wouldn't be the same, so he's not going to address it.
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"It doesn't compute." It's an honest statement, if clichéd and said with a flat voice. Does he need to elaborate? It doesn't compute for the computer.
Easy? Goodness.
"Ah. I understand. My own programming is also available as a holographic projection in the form of a human. In that way I am able to maneuver around the ship and make myself useful to the crew."
And that's the rub, isn't it? Kitt's hologram is KITT, and vice-versa. Why wouldn't it be the same?
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He needs to explain carefully the next part. He doesn't want to offend KITT, but there's a difference in the Time Lord's mind between him and the TARDIS.
"Well, there is a slight difference between you and the TARDIS. Artificial Intelligence, is itself no matter the form it takes. The TARDIS, when she is connected to the mechanics, is still limited by the programming of the mechanics. I... just didn't know how much until she was infused into that body."
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KITT understood well enough that he was himself, no matter what form he took. But wasn't he also limited by the mechanics of whatever storage unit held his programming? Why was it any different for the TARDIS?
"I'm afraid you'll need to continue with the explanation, Doctor. I'm not quite thoroughly lost yet."
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"She's a living creature. Not manufactured. But, the mechanics limit her - how she communicates and interacts with me. The one time she was in the human form, I was able to learn that. Talking with her as herself, where she was able to use her own words, rather than what exists in my brain was different."
Well, that's really no better of an explanation, but he tried.
"It's like the difference between thinking you know what an animal is saying and the animal being able to speak for themselves."
Perhaps that was better...
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"So your people took a living being and placed her into a mechanical body?" That was the closest explanation KITT could fathom at this point in time. "And are you saying that you don't actually know what she's saying to you? You take educated guesses?" How on Earth - any planet, really - did the Doctor propose to understand his ship? If all he had was guesses, he might as well have been talking to a dog or cat. And ah, the Doctor just confirmed that for him.
"In other words, you really have no idea what she's thinking or feeling."
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Now, he's pouting. Good job, KITT, make the Doctor Pout.
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Don't pout, Doctor. It's not a good look for you.
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He feels he owes some form of concession.
"Thank you."
Cherish it, KITT it doesn't happen often. He looks around. The reminder is getting to be too much.
"I believe I have disturbed you in your room far too long. But since you share it, you wouldn't mind if I came to visit them, would you?"
And maybe sleep near them, since he's pretty certain he won't be able to sleep properly away from them.
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When he does speak, his voice is warm, understanding.
"Of course, Doctor. I would welcome your visits. I can even accommodate you if you wish to stay for a while. I've been told my seats are very comfortable."
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With that he starts to make his way to the doors. "I'll... see you around."
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"I know you will." His voice now is kindly amused. "And I will look forward to it."
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