Part Two - Conferring

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OOC: Follows Part One - Meeting."... and deposited us here. Crossed about, oh, twenty or thirty miles or so in the last fifteen seconds, didn't we? That's how it works, remember? Sort of pinching space and traveling through

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Her head was filled with information that didn't make the least bit of sense, but as soon as the doors opened and she saw the sun, Elizabeth didn't care. She stepped outside and sat on the sand that covered what she could see of the island.

She was safe. The strange man who only called himself "The Doctor" had, in fact, rescued her. He had also called her "Lizzie" about eight times during the course of their conversation, but she breathed in the clear air.

Sir, I've no idea what you really are, but thank you." He had said compensation was not required, but then again, she was not home at Port Royal just yet.

"There's one thing that I still don't quite understand, Doctor," since that was how he had told her to refer to him. "Why would this TARDIS that you've got smash into a vessel and deposit you there?"

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"Oh, you're welcome," he said while idly pushing sand around with the toe of one trainer. "Silicon," The Doctor muttered to himself, "whoever'd think this is where you'll get pearls and computers." He nudged some sand into a pile. "There we go. That lot'll be MySpace."

He looked up at Elizabeth, brought back out of his thoughts. "Right, yes," he said, remembering. The Doctor drew his sonic screwdriver out of his breast pocket, activated it, and began to move the glowing, whirring tool around.

"The TARDIS' instruments found something in your place and time that doesn't belong here. Something not of this world..." The screwdriver whirred more intently, and The Doctor followed that direction. "Something very dangerous."

The tool beeped, having found the object in question. The Doctor looked up to realise it was pointing directly at Elizabeth's chest. "Interesting."

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"Interesting?"

She most certainly did not like the tone of his voice when he said that word. Usually, it was a word she liked to hear, but the way The Doctor had put it -- added to the fact that whatever he held was pointing towards her chest -- caused a slight panic.

"I'll have you know, sir, that my bosom is not dangerous at all, nor otherwordly, but..." Her eyeline followed his, and she finally saw what he was looking at. Not her bosom, but the gold that glittered there.

"This?" She held it up. "It's nothing. The ghosts called it cursed Aztec gold. Unless the Aztecs were 'not of this world', I think you're rather mistaken."

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The Doctor looked back at the young woman, puzzled. "Well, Lizzie, I'm sure it's fine enough, but-- did you say 'cursed Aztec cold'?" He laughed, considering the coin closely. "No, no, the Aztecs were human, and from this planet." The Doctor paused. "Well, the Aztecs were, but they did have a few friends from out of town who came through now and then. Visited some other folks here, too."

He shook off the lecture. "Never mind." Raising his sonic screwdriver again, The Doctor took a few readings from the ornate coin. His eyes went wide. "Rassilon's beard, the coin's the thing I've been looking for! Amazing. I never expected it to be that small," The Doctor continued, addressing mostly himself, "but then I suppose it really doesn't matter how big the jar is, just how bright the firefly."

Standing, The Doctor held his hand out. "You don't mind if I have a closer look at it, do you?"