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dramadramaduck2012-12-04 02:17 pm
hulloeverything) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-12-04 02:17 pm
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[accidental video]
[The feed cuts in on the doctor standing in a hotel room. It looks like your typical hotel room. Nothing special at all... except of course for Rory desperately trying to keep the door shut as something pounds on it, roaring on the other side. Amy kneels on the floor beside him, nearly in tears. A little girl who looks very much like a younger Amy (because, well, she is) sits silently on a suitcase by the window]
Doctor, it's happening. It's changing me. Changing my thoughts.
[The Doctor crouches next to her, staring intently at her] I can't save you from this. there's nothing I can do to stop this.
What?
I stole your childhood and now I've lead you by the hand to your death. You know the worst thing is I KNEW. I knew this would happen. this is what always happens.
[a minotaur smashes the door open, sending Rory into the wall with it. Ignoring the creature stepping into the room, the Doctor touches Amy's shoulder, making her look at him]
Forget your faith in me.
[Amy stares at him in shock as the minotaur starts to huff and howl behind them. The Doctor takes a breath, trying desperately to keep the sorrow out of his voice as he continues. This hurts him more than it hurts Amy right now but it needs to happen... he needs to do the one thing he knows will save her.]
I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored. [He gently touches her face] Look at you. The glorious Pond. The girl who waited for me. [He smiles softly, fighting back the tears brimming in his eyes] I'm not a hero. I really am just a madman in a box. And it's time we saw each other as we really are.
[He leans forward and gently kisses her forehead as the minotaur continues to huff, looking like the energy is being pulled out of him. He stumbles backwards back into the hall]
Amy Williams. It's time to stop waiting.
[Giving a tearful Amy one more smile - full of all the respect he holds for her - Eleven gets up to look for the Minotaur. He finds the creature collapsing in the hallway. The lights flicker and seem to spark before fading entirely, leaving them in near darkness. Eleven crouches by the beast, holding his head and stroking his face to comfort him.]
I severed the food supply, sacrificing their faith in me. Gave you the space to die. [he shushes him, gently easing his hand over the creature's face. The hotel seems to fold in on itself, like pixels folding together and disappearing leaving then all standing in a black console room with blue glowing lines along the floor. A a blue box - the TARDIS - stands nearby.]
What is it? a minotaur or an alien? Or an alien minotaur. Not a question I thought I’d be asking this morning.
I mean, it's both, actually. Yeah. [He moves to the console, reading the glowing yellow characters as the stream by] Here we go. A distant cousin of the Nimon. They descend on planets and set themselves up as gods to be worshiped, which is fine until the inhabitants get all secular and advanced enough to build bunkers, prisons.
Correction. Prisons in space.
Where are the guards?
No need for any. It's all automated. It drifts through space, snatching people with belief systems, and converts their faith into food for the creature.
[Amy steps up next to him, looking at him curiously] It didn't want just me. so you must believe in some god or someone or they'd have shown you the door, too. So what do Time Lords pray to?
[the Doctor opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times, contemplating replying. That's one hell of a loaded question, one that he is far from prepared to answer. So he does the next best thing... changes the subject] According to the in-flight recorder, the programme developed glitches. Got stuck on the same setting. The fears from the people before us weren't tidied away.
[The minotaur huffs and groans from the floor and everyone turns to look at him.]
What's it saying?
An ancient creature drenched in the blood of the innocent. drifting in space through an endless shifting maze. for such a creature death would be a gift. [He crouches and takes the minotaur’s hand] then accept it. and sleep well.
[He stands to move back towards the console when the minotaur continues. He freezes in place and hesitantly translates] I wasn’t talking about myself.
((OOC: Long overdue canonbump for Eleven! Amy, Rory and regular text is Eleven.))
Doctor, it's happening. It's changing me. Changing my thoughts.
[The Doctor crouches next to her, staring intently at her] I can't save you from this. there's nothing I can do to stop this.
What?
I stole your childhood and now I've lead you by the hand to your death. You know the worst thing is I KNEW. I knew this would happen. this is what always happens.
[a minotaur smashes the door open, sending Rory into the wall with it. Ignoring the creature stepping into the room, the Doctor touches Amy's shoulder, making her look at him]
Forget your faith in me.
[Amy stares at him in shock as the minotaur starts to huff and howl behind them. The Doctor takes a breath, trying desperately to keep the sorrow out of his voice as he continues. This hurts him more than it hurts Amy right now but it needs to happen... he needs to do the one thing he knows will save her.]
I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored. [He gently touches her face] Look at you. The glorious Pond. The girl who waited for me. [He smiles softly, fighting back the tears brimming in his eyes] I'm not a hero. I really am just a madman in a box. And it's time we saw each other as we really are.
[He leans forward and gently kisses her forehead as the minotaur continues to huff, looking like the energy is being pulled out of him. He stumbles backwards back into the hall]
Amy Williams. It's time to stop waiting.
[Giving a tearful Amy one more smile - full of all the respect he holds for her - Eleven gets up to look for the Minotaur. He finds the creature collapsing in the hallway. The lights flicker and seem to spark before fading entirely, leaving them in near darkness. Eleven crouches by the beast, holding his head and stroking his face to comfort him.]
I severed the food supply, sacrificing their faith in me. Gave you the space to die. [he shushes him, gently easing his hand over the creature's face. The hotel seems to fold in on itself, like pixels folding together and disappearing leaving then all standing in a black console room with blue glowing lines along the floor. A a blue box - the TARDIS - stands nearby.]
What is it? a minotaur or an alien? Or an alien minotaur. Not a question I thought I’d be asking this morning.
I mean, it's both, actually. Yeah. [He moves to the console, reading the glowing yellow characters as the stream by] Here we go. A distant cousin of the Nimon. They descend on planets and set themselves up as gods to be worshiped, which is fine until the inhabitants get all secular and advanced enough to build bunkers, prisons.
Correction. Prisons in space.
Where are the guards?
No need for any. It's all automated. It drifts through space, snatching people with belief systems, and converts their faith into food for the creature.
[Amy steps up next to him, looking at him curiously] It didn't want just me. so you must believe in some god or someone or they'd have shown you the door, too. So what do Time Lords pray to?
[the Doctor opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times, contemplating replying. That's one hell of a loaded question, one that he is far from prepared to answer. So he does the next best thing... changes the subject] According to the in-flight recorder, the programme developed glitches. Got stuck on the same setting. The fears from the people before us weren't tidied away.
[The minotaur huffs and groans from the floor and everyone turns to look at him.]
What's it saying?
An ancient creature drenched in the blood of the innocent. drifting in space through an endless shifting maze. for such a creature death would be a gift. [He crouches and takes the minotaur’s hand] then accept it. and sleep well.
[He stands to move back towards the console when the minotaur continues. He freezes in place and hesitantly translates] I wasn’t talking about myself.
((OOC: Long overdue canonbump for Eleven! Amy, Rory and regular text is Eleven.))
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Me? Nah, I'll be fine. Minotaur trying to kill us by devouring our faith? That's bound to happen sometime when you're nine hundred and seven years old. [cough cough or so he says]