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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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We'll have to experiment with ones we get back from people. Implanting it again seems like a moot point because we might be better off tampering with it inside someone but if they could wear it in a piece of jewelry or accessory that could serve a similar purpose. [He whips around, piece of chalk in hand to look at Tech.] How were you going to get them? Through the medical lab? Or someone else doing their own self surgery?
[Did he think self-surgery was the smartest idea considering where the chip was? No. But it had definitely crossed his mind at one point.]
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It would be too risky to implant it again anyway. We are dealing with the inside of people's heads, after all. Nor do I think that tampering with it while it's inside of someone's head to be a good idea.
The rebels have clearly been dealing with them enough to know something about them. I'm going to ask if they have any samples and what information they have.
...I'm not sure I'd recommend self-surgery, or at least certainly not without the appropriate equipment.
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[He crosses something off on the board that suggested otherwise.]
I wouldn't either. But I think most people even with limited medical experience would be able to tell you that. [He seems to mull something over looking at the half baked schemes on the board.] What we really need is a closer look at the Sylphid technology at their facilities.
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He looks back at the rest of the things the Doctor's written, nodding thoughtfully.]
I agree. I think our only real chances to do so are during missions. The last one we were sent out to handle didn't really give too much insight on anything specific to their technology, but then in all fairness, they seem to have made use of whatever was here and things have only developed from that. Unfortunately I don't think we'll really get a true understanding of potential differences between what the rebels use here and what the Sylphid have unless we get into their main city itself.
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His jaw tightens slightly.]
I wasn’t planning on going on any missions but that might be enough of a reason to.
[He looks at Tech, tearing his eyes away from the chalkboard.]
What’s your stance on hurting other people?
[There seems to be some kind of cautious gauge to his question, as if he’s trying to make sense of the type of person Tech was in the field.]
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[It also served, strangely enough, as a distraction of sorts, being thrust into familiar circumstances despite unfamiliar methods.
He blinks at the abrupt question, meeting the Doctor's eyes with a look slightly confused but equally curious.]
I don't take pleasure in it, if that's what you're asking. But I'm a soldier, and if the odds are not in our favor, I will do what is necessary to protect myself and whoever else I am with.
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They were in the middle of a war. What was he supposed to expect? As much as he was enjoying Tech's company so far, words weren't something he could take at face value until he saw it in action.]
Just had to check. I've met people before that take a little too much pleasure in it. I'd be happy to tag along with you if you need a mission partner. Just no killing if we can avoid it.
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If we can avoid it. [Tech nods.] I do not think the Sylphid will be as lenient. If I had my blasters I could switch to a stun-setting. Most of the weapons available here seem to be catering to physical ammunition over charges. But I've been keeping an eye out.
I would not mind accompanying you along any missions that come up. I do wonder if there might be any other opportunity in which we'd be able to do some investigating of our own outside of a mission, but I think we'd still have to rely on rebel resources- contacts at the very least.
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Have you had any success with making connections with the rebel contacts?
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I'm sure there should be something to work with. And if I do find an energy-based firearm then it will simply be a matter of configuring the output.
[And then he shakes his head at the question that comes up.]
No. I'm not sure that's something so simply done, especially if these contacts are working in enemy territory and can't have their cover compromised. The rebels here likely give that on a need to know basis.
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[In other words, they'll get to be absolute menaces to their hosts and he'll enjoy every minute of it. After all what better way is there to distract yourself from everything you ran from than by being a local neighbourhood menace?
He clicks his teeth at Tech's answer.] That just means more time for riding the armoury. [He throws the chalk down onto the chalkboard, eyes shining.] Shall we?