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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.

Date: 2008-12-05 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
"Troublemaker of the multiverse, you mean," matching the smile in his eyes with one of her own. A little self-deprecation in there too.

She sobered at his account. Memory now of a hard hand on her throat, her own sharp desperate intake of breath, and suddenly she was deeply angry, all the pieces falling in place: anger at all of them, the Doctor, the Master, and not least at herself.

"Has he harassed you since then?" she asked. Hoping for a no, hoping it was only the once, however terrible it may have been.
Edited Date: 2008-12-05 05:29 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-21 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Llamas, Sam discovered just then, can't shrug.

"He couldn't figure me out that quick," he admitted, glancing away. "It's..." He couldn't quite get himself to tell her that it wasn't a big deal. "I'm sure he's going to have better things to do after all this."

He glanced in the direction of Club 33. "I should go find someone to, um... fix me."

Date: 2008-12-21 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
The better things comment elicited a little snort of laughter. "Sorry," she said quickly. "It isn't funny, it simply—" She sighed. Well, there was the answer she'd been afraid of. She wasn't sure exactly what she meant to do about it, but clearly words were going to need to be exchanged with at least two time travellers.

She gave him a worried look. "You sure you'll be all right? That you'll be able to find someone to ... to help?"

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