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poly_chromatic2013-01-04 01:18 pm
verylast) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-04 01:18 pm
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( video 11 )
[ In hindsight, attaching his network device to the TARDIS mainframe might have been an awful idea. Because this way the feed is taking in the entire scene playing out inside her very corridors from high up, like the device is now part security camera.
It's a mess of noise and confusion, the Doctor backed slowly down the corridor by rotting figures in Gallifreyan robes. One of them is holding a Dalek stalk between bloodied and black fingers, but he's not the one the Doctor can't look away from. Half of Rassilon's face is missing, empty skull staring at him impassively. tongue rolling in his jaw as he speaks. ] You killed us.
[ The Doctor stumbles as he skids back, away from Rassilon's outstretched hand, leaving a scrap of fabric in his grip. ] You killed us.
[ Suddenly a door slams out of nowhere, the TARDIS closing off that part of the corridor herself. Her inhabitant leans heavily on the walls, a hand idly curled into a soothing gesture. ] Thank you, dear. [ Jumping when something heavy hits the door. He can still hear the screaming coming from the other side, face a mask of pain. ] I'm sorry, I had to, I had to.
[ An alarm blares and he turns immediately, running down the corridor.
Moments later, his post now shows the console room. He's leaning against it, bruises already blooming against his jaw. A klaxon screeches from somewhere and the TARDIS lights seem dim and unhappy. He'd made sure the Master and Amy were gone, made sure he was the only one inside the TARDIS and now his hands move over a set of keys with purpose. A line of green letters appear just below him on screen Security override: TARDIS lockdown imminent. ]
I can't let them out. [ He sounds apologetic. ] I don't know what they'd do. This is the only way. [ More firm. ] Stay in groups, stick together, don't go wandering off. Don't let them scratch or bite you. Don't let them inside your heads. [ A sigh, his shoulders dropping. He can hear the sound of feet dragging, can hear a whisper somewhere behind him. Donna. 'You let me down.' ]
Amelia? Stay safe.
[ And with that he reaches over to turn the feed off. ]
It's a mess of noise and confusion, the Doctor backed slowly down the corridor by rotting figures in Gallifreyan robes. One of them is holding a Dalek stalk between bloodied and black fingers, but he's not the one the Doctor can't look away from. Half of Rassilon's face is missing, empty skull staring at him impassively. tongue rolling in his jaw as he speaks. ] You killed us.
[ The Doctor stumbles as he skids back, away from Rassilon's outstretched hand, leaving a scrap of fabric in his grip. ] You killed us.
[ Suddenly a door slams out of nowhere, the TARDIS closing off that part of the corridor herself. Her inhabitant leans heavily on the walls, a hand idly curled into a soothing gesture. ] Thank you, dear. [ Jumping when something heavy hits the door. He can still hear the screaming coming from the other side, face a mask of pain. ] I'm sorry, I had to, I had to.
[ An alarm blares and he turns immediately, running down the corridor.
Moments later, his post now shows the console room. He's leaning against it, bruises already blooming against his jaw. A klaxon screeches from somewhere and the TARDIS lights seem dim and unhappy. He'd made sure the Master and Amy were gone, made sure he was the only one inside the TARDIS and now his hands move over a set of keys with purpose. A line of green letters appear just below him on screen Security override: TARDIS lockdown imminent. ]
I can't let them out. [ He sounds apologetic. ] I don't know what they'd do. This is the only way. [ More firm. ] Stay in groups, stick together, don't go wandering off. Don't let them scratch or bite you. Don't let them inside your heads. [ A sigh, his shoulders dropping. He can hear the sound of feet dragging, can hear a whisper somewhere behind him. Donna. 'You let me down.' ]
Amelia? Stay safe.
[ And with that he reaches over to turn the feed off. ]
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Not even a name, then? Come on, I'll tell you mine.
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My name's Jenny.
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I'm the Master.
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What is it with you guys and the ambiguous names?
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It's an exile thing. [There's a lot more to it, but he doesn't feel like sharing it.]
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