first vworp

[cricketycricket]

[a great wind kicks up in the lobby this morning, stirring the curtains and any of the dirt tracked in by daily traffic. there's a familiar whooshing, vworping sound, and the TARDIS materializes squarely in the center of the lobby, just as though someone MEANT to land it there, with a dull, echoing thud.

the door creaks open, and Five strides out, far too occupied in the business of talking over his shoulder and unrolling his hat to notice where he is]

-- and furthermore, Peri, you shouldn't wander off. I know that Sarn was a completely unique situation, but you were supposed to be resting, and I --

[he stops, and looks around finally]

Oh, dear. Best stay in for now, Peri, until I find out where we've --

[he pokes his head back into the TARDIS, a bit surprised at the lack of whinging coming from within] Peri?

[with a great heave of a sigh, he closes the TARDIS door and leans on the exterior] ... It's always the new ones, isn't it.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Why she always happens to be in the lobby when these things happen is beyond her. But, okay, another friend acting oddly. She can deal. So Galadriel approaches with an air that's somewhere between cautious and helpful.]

Lakare? Are you quite well?

[cricketycricket]

[he glances around, wondering who this lovely woman might be speaking to, and then he realizes --]

Oh! I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else. [he'll smile and hold out a hand] I'm the Doctor.

1/2- with accidentally ironic keywords

[inafadingcrown]

Please, I know very well who you are.

[She doesn't take his hand. Not at first. Instead she just looks at him, some unreadable expression on her face.

He doesn't know who she is. Whether it's a loss or whether he's come and gone without her noticing (had she really been so neglectful?) it burns. He's perhaps the person here she trusts most completely. Who knows her best. In a way, he has been her rock because even ancient elves need something constant, though if she would never admit it.]

[inafadingcrown]

[But that doesn't last long. If nothing else, Galadriel is loyal. Memories or not, the Doctor is a dear friend. And now he appears to be in need of some assistance. She owes him that much.

So she'll force a small smile and take his hand. Funny. At their last introduction, she was so very unaccustomed to handshakes.]

Forgive me. I am Galadriel. [And she'll spare him the list of titles she regaled him with last meeting too.]

To explain as simply and quickly as I may, you have been here before, though you seem not to recall. I consider you a dear friend and I hope you had considered me the same.

[encryptedlock]

Uh, Peri hasn't been here for like two years, Doctor.

[cricketycricket]

[hearing bad news from complete strangers is nothing new, but --]

Two years!? Oh, NO, what've I done...?!

[he rushes back inside the TARDIS. which, by the by, is back to the original white-on-white look, too...]

[encryptedlock]

[Yeah, we're starting to get a little worried now.]

Uh. You've been here doing a lot of things?

Doctor, is everything all right?

[courageous_wit]

Erm, Doctor? Is everything all right?

[cricketycricket]

Well, not everything, there's always got to be something wrong, but I appear to be in one piece ... hold up, who are you, and where's your voice coming from ...?

[courageous_wit]

[did he leave and she didn't notice? Hermione, pay better attention, girl!]

I'm Hermione Granger. I'm speaking to you by means of the journal that should be somewhere on your person. I have a journal of my own and the two communicate with each other, sort of like a telephone slash social network.

[youfallback]

[Carolina will be heading into the lobby mostly on coincidence, pausing when she sees the Doctor. Thaaaat is not the TARDIS she knows.]

Doctor?

[cricketycricket]

Yes, I'm the Doctor, hello. ... Am I expected? Late? Ridiculously early? I don't recall having had to be anywhere...

[youfallback]

[Oh. That stings slightly, but amnesia's not too unusual around here.]

You've been here a while, longer than almost anyone else.

[Pause, before continuing calmly,] My name is Agent Carolina. We've worked together before.

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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is relaxing in the lobby with a large stack of books and a glass of milk when suddenly she hears the TARDIS's distinctive sound. Looking up, she immediately notices something is off. Very off.]

Giving a new arrival the tour?

[cricketycricket]

Well, if you insist, certainly. I always do enjoy a good tour. You're more than welcome to finish your drink first, though. And your book, that's a good one. I shan't spoil the end for you.

Dictated forever

[whichwayyoulean]

...Uh, Doc? I think you left your journal on. Or open. Whichever.

[cricketycricket]

Doctor, thank you, not Doc, I'm not a structure for anchoring floating transport. ... What do you mean, journal...?

dictated

[eat_me_beat_me]

Doctor? What's wrong?

[cricketycricket]

Well, in its most basic sense, Peri, it's the opposite of right, but I should think you'd know tha--

[he looks up. no companion. and wait.]

You're not Peri. Still American, but decidedly not Peri. Where are you? And for that matter, where am I, and where's she gone?

[vampirize]

New ones?

...You do realize that we can hear you talking to...whoever Peri is, right, Doctor?

[cricketycricket]

I do now, thank you. Perpugilliam Brown, aged 17, American girl, short dark hair, equally short pants, horribly insensible shoes for running about in. Don't suppose you've seen her, whoever you are?

[psych0p0mps]

[Eatin' ice cream in the lobby. What? The sun's up now, so it's almost bedtime. She looks up at the VWORPing and waves, though.]

Morning, Doctor.

[cricketycricket]

Good --

[grief those are some interesting horns]

-- morning.

[the smile only falters the slightest bit, barely noticeable, and then he's moving toward her] I must say, I like your idea of a breakfast.

dictated bc I'm assuming this is dictated? :')

[payback]

Oh, did someone from your home arrive, Doctor?

but of course, I take all tags <3

[cricketycricket]

Ah, yes.

[he looks around, trying to find the source of the voice]

Me.

Hello?