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Doctor Who

[relativedimension]

TARDIS

[somethingwild]

Now aren’t you interesting.

[relativedimension]

[With a click, one of the door opens just a crack. Hello, Newt.]

[somethingwild]

Merlin’s Beard! Now, this is extraordinary.

[Newt enters slowly, taking in the frankly magnificent insides of what he assumed was merely a phone booth.]

This must be some sort of magic.

[relativedimension]

[A hologram appears, depicting the author Arthur C Clarke, who says...]

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

[somethingwild]

[Newt, not easily startled, jumps a bit at the appearance of the hologram. Once he regains himself, he makes his way over to the image, even more curious now.]

A very interesting philosophy. And one that would certainly cause a stir of debate.

[relativedimension]

[He can call if magic if he likes, she's not too fussed. He used the expression "Merlin's beard" so that's clearly something he's familiar with.]

[The hologram disappears (she's hardly gonna talk through the face of Clarke), and instead, accompanied by an inquisitive ping, a picture of Merlin appears on the monitor.]

[somethingwild]

[Newt blinks, eyes widening, at the way the first hollogram vanishes and then emerges as Merlin himself. He only just manages to refrain from exclaiming "Merlin's beard!" again.]

Oh, er. Hello?

[relativedimension]

[Well, she was attempting to spark some information from him, not having him try to engage in conversation. She's terribly out of practice when it comes to human interaction. She gives an annoying wharrk noise. The picture remains unmoving.]

[somethingwild]

[There's something oddly reassuring about the wharrk noise, no matter how sudden it is. Newt tilts his head, studying his surroundings with care.]

Do you need help with something? How can I help?

[relativedimension]

[Hmm. Well, technically, yes. Is there a point in asking him? She can feel his good intentions, but that doesn't necessarily mean he'd be any help.]

[Still, she'd try anything at this point. The previous images disappears, and some text appears on the screen instead, flashing insistently.]

PILOT MISSING
REPLACE PILOT

[somethingwild]

[The image vanishes, leaving Newt confused for a moment until the words appear.]

Your pilot is missing? The one who...drives you? Or flies you?

Do you want me to help find your pilot?

[relativedimension]

[There's a ding! and the text changes, just a little bit, to:]

LOCATE PILOT

[Is that a good enough affirmation? She can never tell.]

Re: Doctor Who

[the_raven_boy]

[Bran doesn't watch much telly: there's school, and harp, and sheep to tend to, and the reception is poor outside Tywyn. But John Rowland and Mrs. Rowland have a set, and he has a few ideas about police boxes. Especially as he hasn't seen any, here.]

Well hullo.

[He pauses, then knocks twice, politely.]

[relativedimension]

[There's a pause, because she's not familiar with Bran. Him being courteous enough to knock helps though, and she opens the door with a click.]

[the_raven_boy]

[The door opens on its own, and he tentatively runs his hand over the wood door. Behind it could be anyone, anything, and the things he has seen since meeting Merriman Lyon do not aid in that thought.

He is the Pendragon, he reminds himself, steeling, and has nothing to fear. He pushes the door open.]

Hello? Oh--- Oh.

[It is bigger on the inside. So much bigger that it baffles. Somehow, he was not expecting it. And so much different, bigger, more beautiful than it might ever look on television, as though the television is just a poor make-believe version just the way it might be of King Arthur. Perhaps it is.]

If this is a TARDIS, where's the Doctor, then?

[relativedimension]

[The console makes a sad chime at the mention of the Doctor. She hasn't seen him for some time now. And while that is hardly a new occurrence, it's never particularly enjoyable. That's probably why she's more willing to open her doors; loneliness. Well, and boredom.]

[She nudges gently at his mind, just surface-level, not enough for him to notice, but enough for her interest to be suddenly piqued (and flattered -- she always appreciates being admired).]

[He might know her, but she knows something of him too. There's a ping, and the screen above the console now shows information about King Arthur. The one from her universe, though, not his.]

[the_raven_boy]

[The console chirps sadly, and Bran starts. Speaking to him, she is, and he puts his hands on the console gently.]

You're alone here too. I'm sorry. I have a friend, Will, who was supposed to be with me, too, but you can see how that's turned out, now.

[The hologram appears and he gapes, then laughs.]

How did you -- !! Yes, that's my father. Well, a story of him. I was hidden away in another place and time, and so I am a Davies, just as much as any Pendragon...but a Pendragon as much as a Davies, too, I suppose.

[He pauses. Space and time.]

You can't take us away from here, can you? It's only, there's a terrible evil that it's important I help fight.

[relativedimension]

[Well, that's interesting. Granted, she doesn't find it quite as interesting as the Doctor would. He cares more about human stories than she does. Now, him being hidden away in a different time, that's more intriguing.]

[At his question however, she gives a error sound, and the screen shows..]

TEMPORAL MALFUNCTION
VORTEX INACCESSIBLE

[Followed by extensive information in circular Gallifreyan.]

[lady_wandering]

Where is he?

[relativedimension]

[Well, the TARDIS certainly has no qualms about opening her doors for Romanadvoratrelundar. And while she doesn't necessarily register the outward difference, there is an immediate and definite incongruity when it comes to her age.]

[Pleased to have a friendly Time Lord mind inside her again however, the TARDIS can overlook that for the moment. Even if she can't answer Romana's question. The console makes a sad bwarp sound, and Gallifreyan text appears on the monitor.]

PILOT MISSING
REPLACE PILOT

[lady_wandering]

[Looking around, Romana orients herself to the different surroundings.]

I see, we've changed the desktop again? I rather like this. It's nice. Console is a bit cluttered, but I can make do.

[She frowns at the message on the screen. That isn't information she wants to receive.]

I am not replacing him, for one, he'd never let me hear the end of it. And, I suspect, neither would you. We shall have to find him then. Can't be that difficult. Where and when did you last see him?