golgathor: > Make small talk with the Doctor while you hurdle through time and space in regards to your situation of angels.
Taking a seat in the TARDIS, you release an overwhelmed sigh. Everything you’ve learned in such a short time - the existence of time travel, of other planets and species you never even dreamed could exist, and all of it at the fingertips of this strange, gangly man - has contradicted so much you formerly believed.
You can sense the look of disappointment on his face as his hands dance across the console, pulling levers and hitting switches left and right. It’s much like seeing a child that’s been denied sweets, really. As much as you hate to leave so soon, after seeing only so little and yet so much, you’ve got more important affairs to take care of.
Weeping Angels. The name sounds poetic, but if what you’ve heard is true (and you’re ready to believe it all at this point), they’re anything but. You ask about them again.
With a final pulling of a lever, everything lurches and the Doctor turns to you with a slight frown. He explains to you that the Angels want the energy from the TARDIS to live off of, to harvest and exploit. It’s all very complicated business, and he’s had a run-in with them before.
He looks at you, perplexed, and says he doesn’t quite understand their obsession with continuously sending you back in time - normally they’re done after one go - but he assures you that Torchwood and himself especially will be keeping a close eye on you and your family.
golgathor: > Make a rash decision. This is the biggest choice of your life. Do you go with the man and traverse this strange new planet, or do you decide that you want to go home and see if your family is alright?
Reality hits you and takes you for a crash landing.
Yes, this planet is beautiful, but you still have your family to worry about back home.
“Take me back home.” you demand, your voice wavering a little.
The Doctor looks at you with dejection. You talk again before he can get a word out.
“If those things that sent me to 1800 or whatever are still back home, then my family is in trouble. Didn’t Torchwood call you because it was out of their control in the first place?”
“Well yes, bu-“
“Then stop stalling and take me back home!”
The Doctor obviously doesn’t like taking orders, but he sees your point. He leads you back to the TARDIS, taking his place back at the controls.
Next stop: London, June 2nd, 2012.
I’m really very surprised by all of you who have enjoyed reading/participating in TQ! And first off, I would like to say thank you! Without you, there wouldn’t be anything! Thank you all for being so amazing!
Secondly! It has come to my attention that we’re approaching almost 100 followers!
For such an occasion, we would LOVE to do something very VERY special!
We would love to create a voiced comic video!
But here’s the thing:
We’re in need of a Doctor voice actor!
It’s still a bit early, but I feel if the casting call is held now, Kam, Alex and I will be able to put everything together in time for a 100th follower special.
If you’d like to audition:
- Pick your favorite 11th Doctor line, any is fine! (If it’s short, feel free to pick more than one. Anything to help us get a feel for your voice acting skills)
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- Deadline July 18th 11:00PM MSTGood luck!
alegbra: Ask Doctor about planet.
“Do you know of the aurora borealis?” The Doctor asks you.
“Of course,” you reply. “aren’t they caused by solar flares?”
“Sometimes. Other times they are created by the Luxiatorum, light beings that make their home here on Terramirum. Now, those bulb trees over there?” he points to a bulbous plant that emits a brilliant yellow, practically golden light. “Those are their homes.” He smiles and walks over to one, beckoning you over. “Touch it, see what happens.” he encourages you, still beaming.
You lightly touch the bulb and your hand begins to glow. The Doctor laughs as he does the same.
“What’s happening?” you hold your hand out as far as you can.
“They’re identifying us. Judging our intentions.” The lights turn a beautiful lavender and begin flying around your head. “And it looks like we passed.”
“So those things make the northern lights?” You ask, watching as a large group of the Lexiatorum fly above in various beautiful shades.
“They love traveling to Earth and showing off. They don’t really mind that you all think it’s something else, either. They’d prefer it that way, actually. They’re so very delicate.” He explains.
golgathor: > Determine whether or not you actually believe this strange man.
You have no reason to doubt him now. Every last bit of evidence proves that there is so much more to this Doctor than you thought before.
You tell him you do believe, but he had best watch what he does. Your trust isn’t something to toy with.
enfants-morts-deactivated201211: Cry for a moment out of confusion!
You stifle back tears.
This is so much to take in at one moment!
You’re on an alien planet, and you’re not even sure how physics works anymore!
You look at the Doctor in distress.
“Do you believe me now?” he cocked his head, fairly proud of his first impression.