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

[mickey-cops.livejournal.com]

((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.

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[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

The Doctor accepted the mess that poured over from the Master's mind without questioning, offing an unobtrusive mental hand when the Master floundered. His choice entirely, what (if anything) he wanted from it.

A soft snort, and no need to communicate -Easy. You'll have to do better than that.- any other way.

"Eight billion, six twenty five million, forty thousand, five hundred and six point six zero five zero four zero five two six eight."

[markoftherani]

A sharp retort died on the Rani's lips as they began to –that old game? she'd never been as good at it as they; she disliked it, in fact, for that very reason– exchange the numbers in the patterns that they seemed to know best.

She knew better, though, to ask what was going on. They'd tell her in time. –or not– Didn't mean she had to be gracious or patient about it. She folded her arms and waited.

[hear-the-drums.livejournal.com]

"Two million, two hundred and twenty-two thousand two hundred and forty one point one four two repeating." There. Feast on that one.

It was obviously helping. The Master opened his eyes and looked over at the Doctor with an exhausted expression. "TARDIS," he said, and though the inflection didn't suggest it, it was a sort of a question. He hoped they would both go along with it.

The Doctor's TARDIS had developed something of an affinity for him. –sort of terrifying, considering what he had done to her, but then she was every bit as (no, don't say that word)– Her energy would help.

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh that one was bloody good. So not fair.

"TARDIS," he agreed with a disgruntled expression, and glanced at the Rani to include her in the question/invitation. -he needs a nine and a six to complete the next pattern, he knows that straight off, but it's actually the ones that make this a really tricky puzzle, and if he could just...-

"Nine..." he started. "Nine... nine thousand and-" no. "Nine hundred twenty six thousand, nine hundred forty one point one four nine six two nine. Ha!"

He started off in the direction of Toon Town, picking his way a little more carefully than usually necessary, in the dark.

[markoftherani]

"Ninety-seven," the Rani retorted, which was her sort of lateral thinking at its best. Or worst, depending on how you looked at it.

As they set off in the dark, she followed them –exactly why was something she was not about to admit to anyone, least of all herself, but it had something to do with the darkness and the fear that she never acknowledged–. After a moment, there was an annoyed snort; she raised her braceleted arm and flicked a switch. A pale white light illuminated their path.

[hear-the-drums.livejournal.com]

The Master gave pause, then glanced briefly in the Doctor's direction. Very briefly, to be sure the Rani wouldn't notice.

That's not... right, I don't think. But he wasn't about to the be the one to say something, least of all now, and certainly not when he could finally see the ground. He hopped over a pile of debris.

"Fifty two thousand, eight hundred and thirty point zero three eight two five."

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Ninety seven point seven nine would... no. Ninety four point four nine is the nearest you can get, I think, But he wasn't going to say anything either. Trust the Rani to come up with the most sensible and useful number to relate, but entirely miss the play on mathematical palindromes.

"Five hundred and sixty one point one six five," he added, after a moment's thought.