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open RP: The Time Lords' Christmas Gift to the Park
One evening, shortly after sunset the TARDIS materialized suddenly beside the statue of Walt Disney in the center of the park. A moment later a tousled head popped out and glanced around in all directions. Then it disappeared back behind the blue wooden doors, although one remained slightly open. There was no one around to hear the voices within drifting out into the warm yet snowy darkness.
“Alright, ‘s all clear. Can you just get that side?”
“He's made for manual labour, let him do the dragging. My back can do without it, thanks.”
“Thbbbt bwip bwoop!”
“Oh. That's… just wrong. Someone get the other end.”
“You know, one more word out of you and I will splice your central processor and use it to make a microwave.”
“Ah, could you two stop arguing and give us a hand? Preferably before someone comes and the whole thing is ruined?”
“We'll continue this later.”
“Fiwip!”
“Oi! This is heavy!”
“Brip bridle eddle woo.”
A moment later the Doctor emerged from the TARDIS, carrying one end of a long box which looked to be made of various pieces of scrounged metal, wire, and what could possibly be various alien computer chips. It had panels and knobs and buttons on it, and its purpose was anyone’s guess. He maneuvered it carefully out the door, and Artoo emerged supporting the other end, followed by the Master holding a black dome-shaped object about the size of a large salad bowl in his hands.
It took about half an hour, as near as Time could actually be measured, to set up the five foot tall box, topped with the Master’s ‘salad bowl’ and arrange the surrounding panels. When everything was ready the Doctor cast a look in the Master’s direction, one hand on a switch. The Master put his own hand on a small button on the other side of the box.
A flick of the switch and the machine came to life with a pleasant hum. Something flickered in the darkness above their heads. Then the Master pressed the button, and the once empty sky was filled with the stars and constellations that belonged over Anaheim California on the 25th of December in the 21st century.
The Master folded his arms across his chest. He nodded once.
The Doctor nodded back, one hand drifting up to tug at his ear. Then he tilted his face towards the sky, and they watched the heavens in silence as the snow fell.
((Feel free to marvel from afar, thread amongst yourselves, come up and bug the Time Lords, or whatever! We might take a little bit getting back to you, as Master-mun may not have interwebs much in the next few days, but we will.
“Alright, ‘s all clear. Can you just get that side?”
“He's made for manual labour, let him do the dragging. My back can do without it, thanks.”
“Thbbbt bwip bwoop!”
“Oh. That's… just wrong. Someone get the other end.”
“You know, one more word out of you and I will splice your central processor and use it to make a microwave.”
“Ah, could you two stop arguing and give us a hand? Preferably before someone comes and the whole thing is ruined?”
“We'll continue this later.”
“Fiwip!”
“Oi! This is heavy!”
“Brip bridle eddle woo.”
A moment later the Doctor emerged from the TARDIS, carrying one end of a long box which looked to be made of various pieces of scrounged metal, wire, and what could possibly be various alien computer chips. It had panels and knobs and buttons on it, and its purpose was anyone’s guess. He maneuvered it carefully out the door, and Artoo emerged supporting the other end, followed by the Master holding a black dome-shaped object about the size of a large salad bowl in his hands.
It took about half an hour, as near as Time could actually be measured, to set up the five foot tall box, topped with the Master’s ‘salad bowl’ and arrange the surrounding panels. When everything was ready the Doctor cast a look in the Master’s direction, one hand on a switch. The Master put his own hand on a small button on the other side of the box.
A flick of the switch and the machine came to life with a pleasant hum. Something flickered in the darkness above their heads. Then the Master pressed the button, and the once empty sky was filled with the stars and constellations that belonged over Anaheim California on the 25th of December in the 21st century.
The Master folded his arms across his chest. He nodded once.
The Doctor nodded back, one hand drifting up to tug at his ear. Then he tilted his face towards the sky, and they watched the heavens in silence as the snow fell.
((Feel free to marvel from afar, thread amongst yourselves, come up and bug the Time Lords, or whatever! We might take a little bit getting back to you, as Master-mun may not have interwebs much in the next few days, but we will.
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Break forgotten after a couple of incredulous blinks, she drifted out unthinkingly towards a more open area where she could try to seek out familiar constellations. (She wasn't being especially careful about looking where she went.) It couldn't be real, even if it was just another one of the park's tricks, but nonetheless as she craned her head back and watched the steam from her cup rising up into the newly brilliant heavens, her eyes stung a little with held-back tears.
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“Wow,” he breathed after a long moment.
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That was the surprise, the one for everyone, that no one would see coming. She'd underestimated him. Again.
Damn.
She strolled up to the Time Lords and the droid, hands in pockets, a sweet, secret smile on her lips. There were things to say to both of them, each for his ears alone, and that would simply have to wait. For now, she simply said, "It's beautiful."
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“Merry Christmas, Una.”
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Probably something to do with the projection and light refraction.
He didn't say a word. He was fairly sure he didn't have to.
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And after a few moments of breathless wonder, she hurried to the opera house and burst in. "John! You must see this."
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He walked out onto the club's balcony, as he'd been doing nightly before going to bed (necessary, at least for a few hours, or he'd never have mustered up the power for everything he'd been trying to do) just to get his bearings and get a feel for the park's general ambience...and immediately caught a surge of excitement and wonder drifting in from several directions at once.
Puzzled, he looked around the snow-powdered Square, saw a few people out and about and...looking up? He followed their gaze and...
"...Crowley," he called back into the building after a moment, blue eyes shining, "my dear, do come out and have a look at this."
Miracles were his stock in trade, and he was fairly certain this one must be technological or magical in origin. Still, he had to admit, he was impressed.
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((Re-posted for correction))
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Crowley mirrored the angel's posture and froze.
"I haven't... not for years..."
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As he didn't sleep, he didn't miss the stars. He grinned to himself, and stared up at them.
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He looked up at the sky again, scanning for the familiar star, then shrugged. "We might need to wait for closer to morning," he said. "I think it's too late now." He looked back at the sky. "I'd ask if you wanted to stay up and watch for it, but you'd probably rather sleep, huh?"
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She hadn't actually looked up at the sky yet.
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... Wait. Geordi was bad at talking to girls, but even he wasn't usually that bad. He removed the apple from his mouth and tried again. "Oh, hi! I'm trying to see if I can triangulate where we're positioned from the new astral projections, and if that matches anything else about our location."
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"Hey, Rukia!" he shouted, waving frantically. "Look, stars! It's a Christmas miracle! Did you know sailors and Pokemon masters can travel by following the stars?" He pointed to a random star towards the east end of the park. "That's the north star and if I follow it I'll get to the north!"
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"Hey, Pearls! Come look at this!"
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"What is it, Mr. Nick?"
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Sneaking into their...it still felt weird to consider it theirs...sleeping space he barked with full Robin-command tone. "Get up, it's time to train!"
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