http://noheatnikki.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] noheatnikki.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-10-08 10:11 pm

Case #1 [holo | location: the sanctuary]

Kate had been circling the crime scene, taking in every nuance to aid in her investigation. She had knelt down to inspect a footprint in the dirt, when the dirt suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a cool silver floor.

"What the hell?"

She stood up, looking around. Everything had changed. The crime scene was gone, replaced by a circular room. She spun around, confused. Where was the door? Jumping down from the platform, she sprinted to the wall, stretching her hands out to feel for a door.

"Hello? Hey, anybody here?"

She pounded on the wall, though stinging hands were her only reward. As she inspected her hands, she noticed the silver bracelet on her wrist, and immediately tried to pull it off. Heart beating rapidly, she realized it wouldn't budge.

She circled the room, panicking slightly. On her second pass around the small room, she noticed the small table. On it laid what appeared to be a remote control, but upon closer inspection it looked to be some kind of cell phone. Maybe she could call for help?

She picked it up, but there did not appear to be any way to dial. She touched various places on the screen, but nothing seemed to happen. Then she heard a sliding sound, and looked up to see a door open a few feet from her. She immediately set the device down, heading for the door. It slid shut again before she could make it.

"Dammit!"

She kicked the door for good measure, then walked back over and picked up the remote/phone/whatever it was.

The door opened. Kate looked from the door, to the device, then back to the door. She set the device down again.

The door closed. Kate picked the device up again, then grinned as the door opened.

"Ok, ok. I get it."
syncopath: (Trying my patience)

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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-12 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
The Master sighed a little. "Ensuring that everyone returns home, of course." And then he quickly added, "Including yourself." In case that wasn't obvious.
syncopath: (OH NO WHAT IS HE PLOTTING)

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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-12 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned to himself. "Unfortunately, there are some here who are working to prevent the rest from leaving. Who only serve to divide us. Oh, it's not entirely their fault, of course. They're only afraid. Mired in superstition, you might say. But it is becoming a problem."
syncopath: (templed fingers)

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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-13 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Rassilon, she wasn't the brightest bulb, was she? "I suppose that's up to you, isn't it? Whether you want to return home or not. At some point it will be prudent for you to pick a side. Your true captors... or your saviors."