Gallifrey Plot
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The TARDIS has landed. That much was made obvious by the soft, musical chime one could hear through almost the entire ship.
Eight looks up from pondering a small object. He slips it into his pocket. It's now or never, really. They know he's here. He uncurls from the chair he's been occupying and makes his way into the TARDIS interior.
Eight looks up from pondering a small object. He slips it into his pocket. It's now or never, really. They know he's here. He uncurls from the chair he's been occupying and makes his way into the TARDIS interior.
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Date: 2007-09-20 02:32 am (UTC)"I will do anything within my power to help you. I was helped more than a few times, and I owe my sanity to your Lord Rassilon. My..." He looks over at Savannah. Well, shit. "... daughter is here with me. I'd request if at all possible that she be kept safe." You know, if. There's always an if.
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Date: 2007-09-20 03:29 am (UTC)This is why Jack Harkness is here, actually. He let this whole mess slip to the Doctor's eighth regeneration - the Time War and how it ends - and, in the aftermath, promised to stand beside him when the Doctor made his decision regarding Gallifrey. Here they are, probably attempting to change history (technically before it happens), and ... he's pretty relaxed about that, actually, for an ex-Time Agent who perfectly understands the repercussions of what's going on.
He leans forward in his chair at the table, all-business (look, he's not even flirting with the gorgeous Lady President of Gallifrey!), and glances between the Doctor and the President. "You know I'm in, Doctor. Whatever I can do, whatever needs to be done, I can do it." Oh, he's confident, though no entirely sure if he should mention (in this particular setting) that he's faced Daleks before and feels, at least, a little more knowledgeable than most humans by the experience.
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Date: 2007-09-21 12:51 am (UTC)"I'll explain later."
Looking at Gabriel, he glances at Savannah, and then returns his gaze to him. "I don't know what can be done to keep her completely safe. But we'll do everything we can."
Then his gaze shifts to Jack. Are there words? Probably not. Just the eye contact alone says enough.
"But what do they know of our enemy? Do they know how the Daleks fight?" the Castellan asked.
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Date: 2007-09-22 08:55 pm (UTC)"I've met a Dalek. They have plungers, right? And can't go up stairs?"
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Date: 2007-09-25 10:37 pm (UTC)And speaking of tactful, Jack sort of sits with his mouth slack from almost speaking while Savannah cuts in with ... what!? The Captain shoots her a look. A rather indescribable look of confused ... is that horror?
Right. Right? He schools his attention back towards the Lady President and Castellan. "I've fought Daleks before." The confidence in his voice, of course, is going to make up for Savannah's questions. Hopefully.
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:52 pm (UTC)Oh please, don't let that get us thrown in the Gallifreyan equivalent of the brig.
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:55 pm (UTC)Clearly, this will end well.
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Date: 2007-09-28 08:38 pm (UTC)"Uhm...sorry?"
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Date: 2007-09-29 12:55 am (UTC)"Eh... alternate universes... well, to all of it, really...."
Romana's gaze turns very solemn. "I think you'd best explain, Doctor. How can this man have met Lord Rassilon and this girl think so lightly of Daleks?"
So the Doctor explained these things. Or, at least, he explained the Nexus. In rather a lot of Temporal-physics-ese, which probably made all the sense in the world to the Time Lords. After all, they've long known of the possibility, even the existence of alternate realities for centuries.
"So you're saying that in this Nexus, there's a reality in which Lord Rassilon is still alive?" Romana repeats slowly.
"Yes." At least the Doctor can be definite on this one.
"And a quantum restriction that renders deadly things harmless?" the Castellan is having a little more difficulty wrapping his brain around the second concept.
"Yes. It makes things a bit ... too controlled, sometimes. As you can see." Dratted AVF and temporal elasticity.
"Your companions certainly do come from a unique world," Romana observes.
"Worlds," the Doctor corrects.
"Worlds, yes."
"That's as may be," the Castellan says. "I think a little education is in order. Everyone here must know the risks involved."
"What are you planning on doing, throwing her into the front?" the Doctor asks with indignant sarcasm.
A frown results at that. "Nothing so barbaric. The point would be wasted, besides."
"Forgive my sarcasm, but 'a little education' sounds disproportionately ominious," the Doctor counters.
"Perhaps it does." The Castellan sighs. "But the point stands. We cannot afford anyone remaining ignorant of the realities. She'd best be told everything. And as soon as possible."
"I agree," Romana puts in quietly. "Do it carefully. But everyone who doesn't know, must know, Doctor."
"I've tried, but experience, as you know, is a much more memorable teacher than words--"
"Do you want them to see, then?" the Castellan interrupts. The two look at him.
"Do you want them to see what's left of Dronid?"
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Date: 2007-10-04 05:06 pm (UTC)"If we're here, and we're to help out, I for one would like to know exactly what is going on, and what is at stake. I realize you've tried to fill us in as quickly and as thoroughly as possible, but we're from another world... and things in the Nexus are often strange and outrageous. It makes a person somewhat ill-prepared for harsh realities." He pauses, looking around the room again.
"The truth is often harsh, but it's undeniable. I think we should know."