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taxonomites2010-07-06 08:25 pm
not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-07-06 08:25 pm
[holo]
Sometimes, if you’re not paying attention or too busy working out the bigger-picture puzzle, you might miss the pieces that are right in front of you. The Doctor uses that against people more often than she falls prey to it herself, but say, for the sake of argument, that she allowed herself to be a little too distracted doing Doctorly things: even then, ‘Too distracted’ doesn’t generally mean ‘wandered into a chamber that oughtn’t be in 1980s Earth without even noticing’. The former implies a certain amount of harmless absent-mindedness, and the latter is just horrifically careless. So. In realizing her sudden change of location, the Doctor will assume that other forces at work. (Probably.)
She stands up on the raised platform first and wiggles her fingers at the ceiling for a moment – of course there’s a reason for that, she’s checking for some sort of motion sensing tripwire that might send her back where she came from – which nicely leads her to realise someone’s implanted a bracelet into her wrist. She probably didn’t just stumble onto a transmat, then, unless it’s a highly advanced transmat capable of materializing additional objects without interfering with the original pattern. Regardless, she has a bit of work to do now.
Basic assumptions: she can’t have gone too far on a level of transportation technology that didn’t even leave her nauseous; she’s in the same basic time period (she’d know if there was a time jump involved); and there has to be someone behind this, presumably watching her (or what would be the point?). And to support her theory, there’s a device on a pedestal next to her, probably for communications. She fiddles around with it for a moment until she finds what she can only assume is the broadcast setting.
“Tax.” She glances back at the Tablet. “Taxon? If you insist. I’d just like you to know that this is completely wrong for this time period on Earth, so if you’re attempting to masquerade or blend in – you won’t do well with this.” She straightens out her tone and posture out a bit, moving on to business. “All right, then, I’m the Doctor. I’m guessing you know who I am since you’ve brought me here, and I can only hope there’s a good reason. I certainly don’t have all day, so you might consider getting things started.”
But first, because the Doctor is the Doctor and prone to scientific curiosity no matter what, she can’t help but add in an aside of: “- And if we get through this and turn out to be friends, I wouldn’t mind having a look at your transportation system. Very tidy, didn’t even leave me dizzy. Well done.”
She stands up on the raised platform first and wiggles her fingers at the ceiling for a moment – of course there’s a reason for that, she’s checking for some sort of motion sensing tripwire that might send her back where she came from – which nicely leads her to realise someone’s implanted a bracelet into her wrist. She probably didn’t just stumble onto a transmat, then, unless it’s a highly advanced transmat capable of materializing additional objects without interfering with the original pattern. Regardless, she has a bit of work to do now.
Basic assumptions: she can’t have gone too far on a level of transportation technology that didn’t even leave her nauseous; she’s in the same basic time period (she’d know if there was a time jump involved); and there has to be someone behind this, presumably watching her (or what would be the point?). And to support her theory, there’s a device on a pedestal next to her, probably for communications. She fiddles around with it for a moment until she finds what she can only assume is the broadcast setting.
“Tax.” She glances back at the Tablet. “Taxon? If you insist. I’d just like you to know that this is completely wrong for this time period on Earth, so if you’re attempting to masquerade or blend in – you won’t do well with this.” She straightens out her tone and posture out a bit, moving on to business. “All right, then, I’m the Doctor. I’m guessing you know who I am since you’ve brought me here, and I can only hope there’s a good reason. I certainly don’t have all day, so you might consider getting things started.”
But first, because the Doctor is the Doctor and prone to scientific curiosity no matter what, she can’t help but add in an aside of: “- And if we get through this and turn out to be friends, I wouldn’t mind having a look at your transportation system. Very tidy, didn’t even leave me dizzy. Well done.”