http://mickey-cops.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mickey-cops.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] dizzy_land2008-12-03 03:29 pm

And the power of the people shall come to believe they do rule

((Continuing from this post.))

In the passageways beneath the park, where a group had gathered to break down a long-closed door, a laser beam was widening, and a broad circle began to blacken the surface of the wood, the locks melting and streaming down in shining rivulets, to puddle at the doorstep. The room was getting hot, now.

Outside, all at once, the rides all stopped. Animatronic figures jolted still; boats bumped each other confusedly; rollercoasters fell to the bottom of their tracks and did not continue up. The lights inside the buildings flickered off; the perpetual background noise of music and soundeffects went silent.

Below, the hole in the door began to crackle and spark around the edges, and for just a moment all the eyes trained on the door could see through it a fathomless darkness. An odd, organic silence filled the air; everyone's breathing and small movements were audible, but so too was a new absence of sound, as though the walls were all holding their breath.

And then the air around the door began to shimmer.

[identity profile] hear-the-drums.livejournal.com 2008-12-05 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
From above, the Master was still speaking the Doctor. I don't know. They always seemed to listen to you before. Losing your touch.

He glanced over at the Rani, hiding his start at her voice; he had not expected her to follow him. "We did what we were born to do," he said softly, staring up at the blank sky. "We anchored Time." He pointed up to where the sun should have been. "It was daytime when he came down. A few minutes ago it was daytime. When he came down, time sped up here. We were holding the timeline together through the link. We are right now."

They don't care, Doctor. They're too caught up in pointless bickering and panic.