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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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It's okay. The Doctor does what he can to get people's attention and it never goes how he plans. Or the attention he gets is the wrong kind.

"Then I will do the same. I wonder how much noise we'd need to make to get him to appear?"

Helena sometimes gets the wrong kind of attention as well, but that tends to be because she goes about things in the wrong way at times. This, though, requires some thought.

"Perhaps it is less the amount of noise and more saying the right thing to attain his attention. Though that also requires learning more about him and what potentially can acquire said attention." She shrugged a shoulder. "Though if you wish to be technical, I believe we already have his attention. After all, he pulled us each here individually for some reason. Perhaps that is something we can use to acquire his further attention."

He looks thoughtful.

"Fair point. But how can we get him to appear, or materialise, or whatever it is he does? Right here. Right now. Or as soon as possible."

Helena pondered for a moment. "Considering he brought us here, he seems to enjoy playing with people. People in such a position enjoy their power and control over a situation. Perhaps finding a way to get around him would be the quickest way to get him here? By which I mean finding out a way to either get back to where we came from without him sending us there, or to simply utilize power similar to his."

Perhaps the former would be the easier of the two. As she didn't have any special abilities, she couldn't tell if being here dampened someone's powers. But to her, if the TARDIS could function again or something like it be functional, they could get around Q's power and most likely make him show himself.

"You've been here awhile. What happens when we make planet fall or stop somewhere for refuelling?"

He may be plotting an idea, but he needs more information first. And then, he'll have to learn patience. He hates patience.

"I have not experienced a planet fall yet while I have been here, so that I cannot say. Though I have heard that the planets that are more friendly we have more leeway on exploring it and interacting with the locals." To say that Helena was impatient to experience an alien planet was putting it mildly.

The Enterprise wasn't anywhere near as bad as being on the Egime had, so she wasn't going stir crazy. But she really did want to have an actual sun in the sky and be able to experience day and night. It might help with her insomnia problems.

He pauses in thought. "I see. Well, that's something at least."

He looks around. Almost lost. Almost. He's used to having a great deal more freedom than this. "And in between? We just... stay here?"

He might die of boredom.

"Indeed we do. There are holodecks, a shopping area, an observation deck and some other areas to keep one occupied. Though I have to say, this is a vast improvement on the last starship I was on. This one at least has windows." She would never stop picking at the fact the Egime had no windows. It had left its mark on her, after all, and Helena was more than surly about it.

And possibly more surly than normal considering she was tired of having sleeping issues. Normal insomnia she could deal with. This? Not so much.

His lip curls a little in derision. "Primitive. Not really enough to keep someone like me busy."

He might start tinkering with the ship. Just because he can. "Yes. Windows - that way we can see how much space there is out there when we're stuck in here."

Helena chuckled softly. "This ship is a vast improvement over the last ship in the last part of the multiverse that I was in. That one had no windows and even less to keep one entertained." It had been lucky that the Egime had a few decks to it, otherwise Helena may have gotten a case of claustrophobia.

Instead, her circadian rhythm had been thrown off and made her insomnia all the worse.

"My ship doesn't have any windows."

Well, no functional ones anyway.

"Just acres of room and the ability to travel time and space..."

He doesn't care about windows. It's being 'stuck' that's the problem. And he's not even stuck on his own ship, which is worse.

Her eyebrows rose a bit and her gaze drifted to the blue box for some moments. "So it's bigger on the inside." A statement, not a question, as she pondered what he said about it. "And it can travel through time and space. The amount of engineering to go into such a machine must be positively brilliant. I was only ever able to send my mind backwards through time, physical time travel was an impossibility in my world."

Now that did it. Sorry Doctor, but Helena was fascinated by the technology of the TARDIS. At least she'd be able to follow the technical explanation of it for the most part and not make fun of it?

"It's more impressive when you can actually see it."

And just a tiny hint of grumpiness that she can't see it. But when she mentions how she travelled in time, well, he knew she was talking rubbish compared to how he meant it. Luckily, he won't actually say that out loud.

"Simple for Time Lords. Comes with being the oldest and mightiest."

Well. Simple for most Time Lords. The Doctor, usually sums it up as 'it just does.' Of course whether this is because he can't explain it to anyone else, or because he doesn't actually know himself, is a matter for debate.

"It certainly sounds positively wonderful and fascinating." Helena was definitely the type that would admire the TARDIS. And she'd undoubtedly ask scores of questions about how it worked and the mechanics of creating such a machine that was bigger on the inside.

And her time travel method wasn't the best, but it was as close as she could come to physical time travel without the aid of an Artifact that would have a horrific price to pay for using it. Of course at the time she'd been obsessed with traveling to her past and saving her daughter, Helena wouldn't have cared about the price she'd have to pay. But now she was cursed with a price for even having tried, which was having seen her daughter die while she'd been powerless to stop it from happening. That image was seared into her soul and she still had nightmares about it over a century later.

"Ah, but of course. It is positively fascinating though. The mechanics to even create such a machine in the first place must be both mind-boggling and brilliant." And unlike some people, Helena would dive headlong into trying to understand the science behind it if she could.

The Doctor goes back to one of the TARDISes and again rests a hand on it. "Oh, it's not just the mechanics. Any old thing could be configured into a time or space ship. A part of the TARDIS, though, is a living, sentient being. 'Grown, not built'. I used to say that quite a lot."

And it's that part that he misses more than anything. Sure it's his home and where he is most comfortable and safe, but to lose his connection to the one constant companion he's had since he's left Gallifrey? And to not really know what having multiples of her around is doing to her? It's almost more pain than he thinks he can handle.

Even when the Master had turned her into the Paradox Machine all those years ago, he could still hear her.... He sighs heavily.

That was certainly interesting to hear. Helena tilted her head a bit, looking the TARDIS over again. "So it's organic. That is beyond brilliant." It was a compliment, and she couldn't think of a word to use to accurately describe the level of awe and intrigue she had for it. She would've loved to see the inner workings of the TARDIS, see what it looked like on the inside. But that of course wasn't an option here, and she wasn't going to even try to do anything without being invited to.

Helena did have respect for such boundaries when she was not the owner. Though such restraint did nothing for keeping her curiosity under control.

And she could see the Doctor was troubled, to say the least, about the current state of the TARDIS. "With any luck, answers will be found and you will be able to have her back the way she should be." Her tone was gentle and sincere. She knew what it felt like to be separated from someone or something that was so important.

Except it touches a nerve to have his emotions acknowledged by another person. "It's not brilliant!"

His voice was low, but there was a strong sense of anger behind it. "Do you have any idea what it's like? To have her here, but not have her here?"

On the first 'here' he stroked the TARDIS again, but then he turns and on the second 'here', he gestures to his head. And there he goes again, getting emotional and angry.

"I need one thing! Just one!"

He stalks closer to Helena, but if she looks carefully at him, he's not angry at her and won't take any action against her.

"Get me to 'Q'."

That's all he needs. Then all of this would be over.

The anger was not unexpected. Looking back, perhaps Helena should have chosen her words more carefully. As it was, as he spoke and stalked closer to her, she didn't back away nor did she even really flinch at the turn of emotion in his voice. No, she simply let him have it out, especially as she watched him, she did pick up on the fact that he wasn't angry at her. She wasn't the one who had done this to him and the TARDIS. She had simply made the mistake of touching a nerve.

Though she wouldn't begrudge him for this response. She had more than a similar reaction when her nerves were touched at times.

She looked up at him unwavering. "Then it is time to pool resources and get Q's attention to a degree that make him show himself." From what Helena had already experienced of this place, the information at hand was immense, and to sift through it all in order to find traces of Q would take too long. "Beginning with those here who seem to have an idea of who he is."

That makes him pause. Doesn't exactly drain the anger, but it forces him to quell it enough to think.

"The only people who seem to know anything useful, we can't get ready access to..."

He pauses in thought. "But the question is: do we need that? I get the feeling Q and I have a lot in common. Which means, getting his attention, should be easy enough."

Now he's pacing. Anger sometimes kicks his brain into gear. "We already know everything we need to. So what do we know? One: he doesn't intend to harm or kill us. At least not yet. So, you are an all-powerful creature, able to prevent reality from collapsing as different universes intermix. Why would you do that? Why bring them together in the first place?"

At least it quelled enough to get him to think. And at the questions, she let herself think on the matter. She didn't know details about Q himself or those in charge here, but she knew the underlying reasons the Nysgods had for creating the Grasp that ultimately pulled people to Niflheim. And she also well knew Q's type, if just in a less super-powered type.

"He could have brought us out of boredom, which is plausible but probably not the actual reason. No, he probably has some greater plan at play than to simply bring us here and watch us try to make our way here. Which means he has plans for us, or perhaps more importantly, plans for those in charge that just happen to involve us. Leaving us with already having his attention. It is a matter of making enough of a threat towards him or the disruption of his plans to achieve that more personal and direct link to him."

After all, didn't all villains like to boast now and then? Didn't they feel the need to flaunt their plan and how no one could possibly ruin it? What was the point of making this show of power, but remaining distant after all?

Helena herself wasn't actually wanting to return to her home world, but she had to say that Q needed to be confronted and drawn out of whatever hiding place he was in.

The Doctor nods his head in approval for the direction Helena is thinking. Good. Clara isn't around, he needs someone to think.

"So, two options then: either we're brought here for entertainment or we're placed here to test this specific ship and crew. Either way, he thinks he's in charge. But there's one big difference."

They are. They have all the control they need.

"Whether for entertainment for for testing, we're the most importing thing here. All of us. The entire ship. So, what happens if we were taken out of the picture? Do you think that would get his attention?"

Because if there's one thing the Doctor is good at, it's making noise.

Edited (added a sentence.) 2015-12-03 07:25 (UTC)

Helena is more than happy to think. Sometimes she was guilty of over-thinking things. But she would rather over-think than not think at all. Otherwise, what was the use of having a brain if one wasn't going to use it?

"I think that would more than get his attention. Though taking us out of the picture is the tricky part. Unless the ship is docked, we're traveling through space." She paused momentarily as she thought a moment. "Though commandeering some shuttle craft or whatever may be available in the dock of this ship may be our best bet. Spreading our numbers out would certainly give Q reason to come to us."

And then another thought occurred to her. "Though considering he brought us to this ship specifically, what if he has tied us to it with some invisible boundary we cannot cross or some invisible tether that will pull us back here? The last realm I was in, if we strayed too far from the device that brought us there, it would automatically transport us back to it. Q might have a similar method built in if we try to get too far from this ship."

He smiled at her options. But given the loss of his TARDIS, he's not thinking of anything 'safe.' He's never liked 'safe.' Too many companions over the years had yelled or slapped him, because the more dangerous the situation, the 'happier' he was.

"I was thinking of something a little more dramatic. He sees himself as a god, so a few puny humans would hardly get his attention. And, as you say, we might have to stay with the ship...."

So, what other option is there? He's not going to say it yet. He wants to see how far Helena will push this. Is she as mad as he?

When he put it that way, Helena's mind did go to more drastic measures. After all, she'd been known to be reckless and go to extremes in the past. The situation didn't always call for said recklessness, but she'd gone there anyway.

Helena wasn't one to back down from danger. Her job with the Warehouse had been danger on a daily basis. So, of course, something popped into her head.

"Then something a little more attainable to us, and something that might actually make him come to us. Taking control of this ship, for example." Whether or not that was something that he'd thought of remained to be seen. But if there was no other way that could assure Q showing himself, Helena was certain a number of them forcing their way to wherever the controls for flying this ship were and taking control would certainly do it.

"Take control of the vessel!"

Have a manic grin.

"Though, doesn't have to be drastic. We would need a few key people to know, to be aware of our plan. Just not everyone. For instance, if we could get the Captain or the First Officer involved, but not anyone else, that would give us enough latitude to take over, but still have someone on our side to not end up in the Brig."

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And she said the thing because it was too perfect to pass up

Glad I could oblige

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ooc: Sorry for the latness holidays were crazy and I've had the Cold of Death since Christmas

No worries! Hope you feel better soon.

I can think today, at least, so I'm taking that as a win.

I agree XD

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