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Characters: The Doctor, Ace
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: The Doctor's Cottage
Relative Date: Immediately following this log and preceding this log
Status: PM to join for the sake of continuity.
Unfortunately for Ace, the Doctor was near to oblivious at the discomfort she was probably feeling. To him, the running was easy, so he gave little thought at the moment to how it might be effecting someone else. She kept up with him very well and that's all that mattered. Anything else would have needed to be pointed out by someone slightly more empathic.
"Just over here," he called out and slowed his pace down to a brisk walk. There was only one structure in sight and it didn't look much like a residence at all. Maybe ages ago, when it was in better shape it might have served its purpose to some poor family living in the English countryside, but now the only thing truly impressive about it, was its roof, which was nearly intact.
The Doctor's eyes fell down to the ground as they steadily approached the cottage. A fresh carcass of a dead unicorn was lain outside his door. It was a gruesome scene framed by red blood that spoiled the ground in an apparent drag mark from the woods. The mid-section of the animal was torn away exposing the chewed remains of its ribcage. The thing was terrified when it died and that expression reflected still on the animal's big brown eyes.
Whatever killed it was long gone, but the Doctor couldn't ignore the intense feeling of wrongness that still lingered in the air. He couldn't stop staring at it.
There were so many things to gawp at she wasn't quite sure where to start. There was the unicorn. There was the house, if you could call it that this side of the stone age. There was the bloody great mess. There was the unicorn. The mirror-shades hid most of her reaction.
'Nice place,' she commented sardonically. 'You finally fix the chameleon circuit? Have to say I liked the Police Box better. And what's with the decor?' She edged cautiously closer to the unicorn. 'This is Earth, right? Not some seriously elaborate galactic theme park? I mean... the stars look right for Earth and all.'
The Doctor stood there motionless. He was far from superstitious, but there was something about this he didn't like. Why'd it have to end up here? Though on second thought, these unicorns weren't exactly the poster-child of innocence as they were most often depicted, so maybe there was no symbolism to start with.
"My TARDIS isn't here," he said finally and then with a deep sigh of regret, "I'm trapped here just like everybody else." He frowned and drew his hand to the back of his neck. "It is Earth, yeah, but... but nothing. I don't know, Ace." He looked away from the beast and into her mirrored-glasses. "I haven't been able to figure this one out," he admitted to his reflection.
She stared... well, that clinched it. And it was too strange to think about right now. She let out a short breath of a laugh. Right... I'm stuck at some castle with dinosaurs and unicorns and what I find strange is that the Doctor is admitting he's at a loss? She shook her head and lowered her eyes to the unicorn.
'So, what do you think? More raptors? Or something else entirely?' She wondered just how many mythical or prehistoric creatures were running around this place as she picked her way round to crouch and examine the wound. Her head swam with the movement. Then she got a good look at the wound and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her stomach twisted at the memory... Black cats bounded away from the bare ribs of a horse as a hissing voice asked 'Are you hungry, sister?'
She launched herself back to her feet, reeled, and staggered. Tripping on one of the large stones she found herself sitting rather abruptly upon it.
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: The Doctor's Cottage
Relative Date: Immediately following this log and preceding this log
Status: PM to join for the sake of continuity.
Unfortunately for Ace, the Doctor was near to oblivious at the discomfort she was probably feeling. To him, the running was easy, so he gave little thought at the moment to how it might be effecting someone else. She kept up with him very well and that's all that mattered. Anything else would have needed to be pointed out by someone slightly more empathic.
"Just over here," he called out and slowed his pace down to a brisk walk. There was only one structure in sight and it didn't look much like a residence at all. Maybe ages ago, when it was in better shape it might have served its purpose to some poor family living in the English countryside, but now the only thing truly impressive about it, was its roof, which was nearly intact.
The Doctor's eyes fell down to the ground as they steadily approached the cottage. A fresh carcass of a dead unicorn was lain outside his door. It was a gruesome scene framed by red blood that spoiled the ground in an apparent drag mark from the woods. The mid-section of the animal was torn away exposing the chewed remains of its ribcage. The thing was terrified when it died and that expression reflected still on the animal's big brown eyes.
Whatever killed it was long gone, but the Doctor couldn't ignore the intense feeling of wrongness that still lingered in the air. He couldn't stop staring at it.
There were so many things to gawp at she wasn't quite sure where to start. There was the unicorn. There was the house, if you could call it that this side of the stone age. There was the bloody great mess. There was the unicorn. The mirror-shades hid most of her reaction.
'Nice place,' she commented sardonically. 'You finally fix the chameleon circuit? Have to say I liked the Police Box better. And what's with the decor?' She edged cautiously closer to the unicorn. 'This is Earth, right? Not some seriously elaborate galactic theme park? I mean... the stars look right for Earth and all.'
The Doctor stood there motionless. He was far from superstitious, but there was something about this he didn't like. Why'd it have to end up here? Though on second thought, these unicorns weren't exactly the poster-child of innocence as they were most often depicted, so maybe there was no symbolism to start with.
"My TARDIS isn't here," he said finally and then with a deep sigh of regret, "I'm trapped here just like everybody else." He frowned and drew his hand to the back of his neck. "It is Earth, yeah, but... but nothing. I don't know, Ace." He looked away from the beast and into her mirrored-glasses. "I haven't been able to figure this one out," he admitted to his reflection.
She stared... well, that clinched it. And it was too strange to think about right now. She let out a short breath of a laugh. Right... I'm stuck at some castle with dinosaurs and unicorns and what I find strange is that the Doctor is admitting he's at a loss? She shook her head and lowered her eyes to the unicorn.
'So, what do you think? More raptors? Or something else entirely?' She wondered just how many mythical or prehistoric creatures were running around this place as she picked her way round to crouch and examine the wound. Her head swam with the movement. Then she got a good look at the wound and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her stomach twisted at the memory... Black cats bounded away from the bare ribs of a horse as a hissing voice asked 'Are you hungry, sister?'
She launched herself back to her feet, reeled, and staggered. Tripping on one of the large stones she found herself sitting rather abruptly upon it.