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annexedlogs2022-09-06 11:41 am
twelfthsong) wrote in annexedlogs2022-09-06 11:41 am
[Open/Catch-all] Don't you let them see your troubles
Who: The Doctor and you!
What: A new place, lack of tech and friends means the Doctor is reluctantly getting his bearings while internally freaking out
When: Over the course of September
Where: Central Command, The Mage's Sector, Electric Heart + Mini Missions
Content Warnings: None, but will update if anything arises
the worst neighbour ever — central command
[A grounded, TARDIS-less Doctor is a bored Doctor. With no missions on the horizon and a reluctance to even participate in them, the Doctor has reverted to what he's always done when he gets bored: build.
Any neighbouring rooms in the residential parts of Central Command would have likely heard a lot of noise over the last couple of days including, but not limited to: dragging, banging, whirring, wielding, shouts of success, annoyed muttering and pacing at varying times throughout the day. Maybe you've been woken up by said noise or maybe worse, kept up by it. Either way, there's a very simple piece of paper that reads, "Do Not Disturb" slapped onto his door. Attempts to get him to shut up usually don't work and he might even poke his head out every once in a while to tell someone to go away because they're the ones disturbing him or give them some earplugs before shutting the door in their face.
The finale of it all results in a small 'boom' from behind the closed door to his room. It's enough to make some of the walls shake, the lights flicker, and moments later a tall man wearing goggles throws the door open coughing violently as smoke begins to spill out.]
Where are the extractor fans when you need them? I should have installed those first.
get in loser we're going to do research — library @ the mage's sector
[Typically when he lands in a place that he doesn't have any information on he'll do his research. Well no, that's a lie. He'll usually just dive right in and get to know a place via the locals if there are any because nothing is better than first hand experience. There are plenty of locals, but, ah yeah the talking bit. He's had his fill of talking to people which means that research is a very valuable and secondary option. That's how he stumbles upon the library in the Mage's Sector. It isn't quite as extensive as the one in the TARDIS - nothing ever will be - but it's got enough books here to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.
It's a good thing that this place doesn't close because once he's sat himself down with a large stack of books in a comfy armchair with a desk in front of him the Doctor isn't keen on moving. Passersby might notice that the titles and topics vary; all of them are about the Broken World and its history, the planet's vegetation, fauna, and local animals, technology, and the customs of the planet - but there's also one slipped in there that very obviously reads, 'Horsemanship For Dummies'. Is his notebook filled to the brim with notes about horse training? Maybe. It's none of your business. Linger long enough nearby and he might ask/tell you:]
Could you keep your breathing down?
guitar hero — vr @ the electric heart
[If you've never seen a Time Lord going through a mid-life crisis (can you even have a mid-life crisis when you're 2000 years old), now's your chance.
The Doctor has been shredding - quite literally - on the VR's version of the electric guitar all day. He's somehow found a pair of Rayban-esque sunglasses and is currently jamming out to a tune that some might recognize. Turns out that it's tied to a game that looks a lot like a familiar Earth rhythm-based game and he's doing an eerily good job of keeping up with the fast chords and beats he has to hit. By the time the song ends, the points total up on the screen announcing him as the current high score holder. While no one is playing with him (yet), there's definitely room for people to join in on another guitar (axe battle anyone?), drums, or any other instrument you fancy (is that a trombone flickering in the background?).
Maybe it isn't a visible mid-life crisis, but trust us he's definitely brooding about something because he doesn't seem the least bit pleased about securing the high score as he punches in 'Doctor Mysterio' into the name section.]
wildcard — pick your own adventure!
[The Doctor can be found in various places across the Witches Camp scavenging for parts, building things, or putting in time between the library, Central Command and studiously avoiding the infirmary. Need someone to bicker with? Do you also want to tell him his hair is unruly? He's your Time Lord.]
[ ooc: prose is absolutely welcome, I'll follow your lead. I'm also happy to throw up private top levels as a general catchall for the rest of the month. Feel free to reach out to me via journal pm or discord for plotting! ]
What: A new place, lack of tech and friends means the Doctor is reluctantly getting his bearings while internally freaking out
When: Over the course of September
Where: Central Command, The Mage's Sector, Electric Heart + Mini Missions
Content Warnings: None, but will update if anything arises
the worst neighbour ever — central command
[A grounded, TARDIS-less Doctor is a bored Doctor. With no missions on the horizon and a reluctance to even participate in them, the Doctor has reverted to what he's always done when he gets bored: build.
Any neighbouring rooms in the residential parts of Central Command would have likely heard a lot of noise over the last couple of days including, but not limited to: dragging, banging, whirring, wielding, shouts of success, annoyed muttering and pacing at varying times throughout the day. Maybe you've been woken up by said noise or maybe worse, kept up by it. Either way, there's a very simple piece of paper that reads, "Do Not Disturb" slapped onto his door. Attempts to get him to shut up usually don't work and he might even poke his head out every once in a while to tell someone to go away because they're the ones disturbing him or give them some earplugs before shutting the door in their face.
The finale of it all results in a small 'boom' from behind the closed door to his room. It's enough to make some of the walls shake, the lights flicker, and moments later a tall man wearing goggles throws the door open coughing violently as smoke begins to spill out.]
Where are the extractor fans when you need them? I should have installed those first.
get in loser we're going to do research — library @ the mage's sector
[Typically when he lands in a place that he doesn't have any information on he'll do his research. Well no, that's a lie. He'll usually just dive right in and get to know a place via the locals if there are any because nothing is better than first hand experience. There are plenty of locals, but, ah yeah the talking bit. He's had his fill of talking to people which means that research is a very valuable and secondary option. That's how he stumbles upon the library in the Mage's Sector. It isn't quite as extensive as the one in the TARDIS - nothing ever will be - but it's got enough books here to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.
It's a good thing that this place doesn't close because once he's sat himself down with a large stack of books in a comfy armchair with a desk in front of him the Doctor isn't keen on moving. Passersby might notice that the titles and topics vary; all of them are about the Broken World and its history, the planet's vegetation, fauna, and local animals, technology, and the customs of the planet - but there's also one slipped in there that very obviously reads, 'Horsemanship For Dummies'. Is his notebook filled to the brim with notes about horse training? Maybe. It's none of your business. Linger long enough nearby and he might ask/tell you:]
Could you keep your breathing down?
guitar hero — vr @ the electric heart
[If you've never seen a Time Lord going through a mid-life crisis (can you even have a mid-life crisis when you're 2000 years old), now's your chance.
The Doctor has been shredding - quite literally - on the VR's version of the electric guitar all day. He's somehow found a pair of Rayban-esque sunglasses and is currently jamming out to a tune that some might recognize. Turns out that it's tied to a game that looks a lot like a familiar Earth rhythm-based game and he's doing an eerily good job of keeping up with the fast chords and beats he has to hit. By the time the song ends, the points total up on the screen announcing him as the current high score holder. While no one is playing with him (yet), there's definitely room for people to join in on another guitar (axe battle anyone?), drums, or any other instrument you fancy (is that a trombone flickering in the background?).
Maybe it isn't a visible mid-life crisis, but trust us he's definitely brooding about something because he doesn't seem the least bit pleased about securing the high score as he punches in 'Doctor Mysterio' into the name section.]
wildcard — pick your own adventure!
[The Doctor can be found in various places across the Witches Camp scavenging for parts, building things, or putting in time between the library, Central Command and studiously avoiding the infirmary. Need someone to bicker with? Do you also want to tell him his hair is unruly? He's your Time Lord.]
[ ooc: prose is absolutely welcome, I'll follow your lead. I'm also happy to throw up private top levels as a general catchall for the rest of the month. Feel free to reach out to me via journal pm or discord for plotting! ]
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I was walking through the market past the horse. She didn't think I could hear her. [He huffs.] But that's not the point. The point is I've wasted too much time already trying to figure out how to teach a horse manners when I should have been reading about this place.
[And then he notices the book on the table in front of the scruffy looking man.] Have you found anything that they haven't told us about during that orientation?
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Nothing overly revealing. [ He said with a sigh. ] Most of what I've found discusses the magic, or power use that can be found here. There appears to be two schools of supernatural ability, one more mystic and the other more meta-human.
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[Basically it's an, okay, and? But he huffs after a second realizing okay yeah scruffy old guy might have a point. Not that he's going to admit it.]
I'm not as versed in magic as I am the technology. [He flips through his notebook to the page where he's clearly gone and tried to make sense of it on paper showing it to him.] It didn't respect the laws of physics and my people didn't like that. They'd love that I have it now.
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Shifting his chair a little closer, Obi-Wan tilted his head to study the other man's notes. There was genuine curiosity and focus in his expression, an innate desire to learn; even from a relative stranger. ]
My Order is built on a foundation of faith in a nebulous power we attribute to what could be considered scientifically measurable phenomenon. [By the time you take into account midi-chlorines, and the way the a planet lush with natural life could be a Force nexus.]
Those of us sensitive to this power, it is called the Force in my world, can use it to perform some of what this world attributes to magic. [ He pointed towards a note that seemed to discuss a spell that resulted in a shimmering hand that could push or pull at a distance from the caster. ] Like this one.
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The Doctor's body language has a similar quality to the other man's as he intently listens to what he has to say before realizing that he's heard about the Force before. He glances at his note for Mage's Hand before looking back at the man.]
I heard a bit about the Force from someone named Ezra. Are there other spells you've learned about so far that are similar? Something that can heal the wounds of others perhaps?
[There had been a spell that had been mentioned in one of the books that had mentioned that that had been a point of interest for him. Healing was something he wasn't a stranger to although it was a little different when it was his own life force into someone else.]
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As the other man's body language spoke of interest and curiosity, the grumbling from earlier was completely forgotten and Obi-Wan simply scooted closer. He was openly happy to share his own research and questions with someone who had similar curiosities. ]
Yes! [ Obi-Wan smiled warmly. ] Ezra is from my dimension, probably about eight years ahead of myself.
I actually have not spent any time learning these spells. I am still wavering between whether or not to remove the chip the Sylphid implanted. If I do remove it, I will have my connection to the Force reestablished, which will do more for me than any spell in these books.
[ His voice is not that of a braggart; merely speaking matter of factly. As for the Doctor's question...]
I believe there are some low level spells, [ he said as he began to rummage through some books, in search of said spells. ] But there is another from my world, four thousand years before I was born; she is very gifted in Force Healing. I would probably go to her before trying to learn any of these spells myself.
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Really? I wouldn't have guessed. [He tilts his head to the side slightly to take a look at him.] Now that you mention it, you two do look slightly similar in age.
[Seeing as he was in the same debate himself about whether or not to remove his chip, he's curious.] What's stopping you from removing the chip then? From what I've been told the Force is a wonderful thing for those that are sensitive to it. [He motions to the books before picking up another one, his mind veering off thinking that he had read about a healing spell somewhere too.] The potential for learning other knowledge?
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Obi-Wan laughed softly and gave his head a shake. ]
Don't tell Ezra that. According to most of those who are here from my world, I am an old man. Nearly fifty even. [ Obi-Wan makes a joke of it, but there is something in his eyes. Something that suggests he is an 'old man' who comes from a profession where people usually die very young.
At the question he sits back and exhales a long breath. Reaching up a hand, he brushes it through his hair. ]
Usefulness. [ He offers, after a moment. ] As I understand it, this chip being of Sylphid origin, would allow for me to go back into Sylphid territory without immediately raising alarms. [ Though they have only just met, Obi-Wan's gut instinct is such that he suspects the Doctor can understand the value of being able to infiltrate behind enemy lines. ]
I've spent the previous ten years of my life cut off from the Force, for reasons. I know I can function without it, my training is such that I am more powerful with it, but I am not helpless without it. [ Obi-Wan stared off for a moment, thinking about the most recent mission; thinking about the two parts to it. ]
I am unsure which part of this rebellion I want to participate in. I spent three years as a General, on the front lines of a war, but I was raised to be a keeper of the peace. I can't get past the question of whether I would be benefiting our new hosts, or simply allowing myself a selfish desire by limiting my utilization.
[ He looked back to the Doctor and gave the man a wry smile. Unspoken apology for the exposition, but truthfully the Doctor was the first person who had asked him this question. ]
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[Time moving in a linear fashion had never been his friend.
The exposition though is a welcome thing. Everyone else he's asked the question to had either just responded with a simple yes, no, or maybe. He couldn't extract any other information from that apart from a simple tally count and really, how useful was that in the grand scheme of things?]
It sounds like we're grappling with a similar question. [The Doctor leans back in his chair, examining him. He didn't want to get too into his involvement with his wars - it was too much, too personal. But he figures that the man could assume based on what he had said that he'd at least fought in one.] Although you sound more inclined to help them than I am.
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As the Doctor leaned back so to did Obi-Wan. As far as he was concerned one war was more than enough for him, though he was forced to admit that in defeat he was still fighting a war of sorts. A cold war, made up of subterfuge and long term movements across the board.
It was possible, for a being as old and experienced as the Doctor, the Time Lord might see hints of that story in hazel grey eyes. Other, less experienced beings would miss the far away look, but the Time Lord...
Regardless Obi-Wan shook it off and brought himself back to the here and now with a slight frown. ]
I have dedicated my life in the aid of others. [ The words sounded pompous, but the soft and almost reverent tone hopefully conveyed that Obi-Wan did truly feel his calling was in such service. ] I must admit that I am not entirely comfortable taking up arms against an enemy I know nothing about. The Witches appear to be honest, but many beings with nefarious purposes appear to be honest.
[ Palpatine for instance. ]
I feel a pinch of regret that I cannot bring myself to trust our hosts without these concerns in my heart. [ Obi-Wan turned towards the piles of books, then back to the Doctor with a wry turn of his lips. ] Perhaps I was hoping for conclusive proof in these books.
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[They're talking about one thing, but the Doctor never stops watching or listening. There's definitely something in the man's gaze that he catches, but he's never been the type to pry into this kind of thing.
The more he listens, the more realizes that they're in a similar position - they're both people that want to help and see it as their duty to help when it's needed. Which means, he thinks, they're probably both idiots.]
But whereas the other man seems to say his words with reverence, the Doctor can't help but think bitterly about his own name. Inwardly he scoffed. What kind of man was he if he constantly lost people and couldn't keep his promise to them?]
Books can be altered to fit the narrative of whoever it is that wrote them. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case here too. [His gaze flits from the books to the man.] But it's what we have at our disposal short of speaking to the people that kidnapped us and they haven't been very friendly so far. [But where else did that leave them? He poses another question to the man.]
What would you do if it turns out the Witches are being dishonest?