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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[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.