http://alwaystheguv.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] alwaystheguv.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2011-01-18 11:20 pm

[Holo] Arrival Post

The last thing he clearly remembered was the gunfire, the sheer racket it was all making as they made a break for it. Tyler was just across from him, so close and the only one to back them up. Should have known the useless sod couldn’t make a shot if his life depended on it. That was if he even wanted to make the shot, anyway, he honestly has no idea what was going on. Sam had betrayed them, wonder that, just what he needed to deal with during a shootout. He was sure he’d been shot himself, he felt that flare of pain but he couldn’t feel it any more, he couldn’t hear his team, he was pretty sure he was blacking out. Well that was rubbish, what good would that do anyone?

Opening his eyes, it took him a few moments to full wake himself up. He never expected to see such a bizarre setting around him when he finally did, it was like one of those poncy sci-fis but without the rubbish tin foil and card board sets. Everything looked real, he was almost afraid to touch anything. Almost being the keyword here, he was happy enough to stomp around like a bull in a china shop, as always, trying to get a better look at the weird device on the ceiling before backing up as slow as he could. This made no sense and he honestly didn’t want to know. He just wanted out.

“Bollocks. I’m dead, aren’t I?” So much for dying in the boozer like he’d always dreamed. Ah well, win some, lose some. This was either a very vivid hallucination or he was dead, there was no way this was real. Perhaps he was just tripping the light fantastic? “What is-- Tyler?!"

When something weird was occurring, it was bound to have something to do his not-so-right in the head DI. This was the polite way of putting it, really. Sam Tyler was the master of weirdy things.

Checking his pockets, he couldn’t feel the outline of his gun anywhere. That was not good, none of this was-- and what the hell was on his wrist? It looked like some awful jewellery a prozzie got on the cheap to try and dress herself up a bit. Lovely. And it wouldn’t come off, of course, that was the crowning touch. “If this really is the afterlife… I hope you know I’m bloody disappointed! No pearly gates? Bloody great, that is.”

Looking across at the small device thingy on the side, Gene didn’t dare make a move closer. He’d never seen anything like that before. His first instinct was to attack but there was nothing to attack. So he was just going to stick to yelling like he always did. Just to regain some power here, if that was at all possible.

[Voice]

[identity profile] imperial-long.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
The accent of the voice that answers Gene is British, although probably that of a right sodding ponce by his estimation.

"Good afternoon, or whatever time it is for you. You are actually not dead, although the explanation for what has happened may be difficult to swallow."

[voice]

[identity profile] imperial-long.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A soft laugh on the other end of the line. "Not a patient chap, are you?

"Very well then. You, like everyone else here, sir, have been... taken, from your own home and familiar surroundings, to this place, which is a strange city that we believe is run by beings extra-terrestrial. I do not necessarily expect you to believe this at this point.

"More immediately relevant information would be such things as how to get out of this room, and thence, how to obtain such things as food for yourself. I'm afraid you may well be here for the long term, as that seems to be the rule here."

[Voice]

[identity profile] imperial-long.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Detective Chief Inspector Hunt, I'm sorry, but this is not a game. And unless you are willing to listen to some basic instructions, you will not be able to exit the room, much less track me down and inflict your boot upon my personage."

Frustratingly, the voice doesn't sound properly intimidated by the threat.

[voice]

[identity profile] imperial-long.livejournal.com - 2011-01-19 23:34 (UTC) - Expand

[voice]

[identity profile] imperial-long.livejournal.com - 2011-01-21 09:13 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [holo]

[identity profile] imperial-long.livejournal.com - 2011-01-22 11:10 (UTC) - Expand

[Visual]

[identity profile] garg-elisa.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
The face that appears on the tablet screen is definitely not human. Humanoid, but not human.

"Well, the good news is, you're not dead."

Re: [Holo]

[identity profile] garg-elisa.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"The bad news is you've been abducted by aliens, possibly for some kind of study, possibly because they're just jerks. We haven't figured it out yet."

Re: [Holo]

[identity profile] garg-elisa.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Elisa angels her tablet back a little bit, giving a better view of her wings. "Trust me, I wish I was making this stuff up. But I'm not."

Re: [Holo]

[identity profile] garg-elisa.livejournal.com - 2011-01-21 00:45 (UTC) - Expand
selfmadman: (Default)

[voice]

[personal profile] selfmadman 2011-01-19 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
This voice is American, measured and assured.

"Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. There's a pedestal in the room with you. On that pedestal is a device. Picking it up will open the door."
selfmadman: (Default)

[voice]

[personal profile] selfmadman 2011-01-19 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
If Gene's busy trying to bust down doors (best of luck), he likely doesn't catch the snick of Don's lighter. When the voice next speaks, though, it's around a cigarette and in tones that border on the incredulous.

"How much clearer could I have been?"
selfmadman: (Default)

[voice]

[personal profile] selfmadman 2011-01-19 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, it's the only one I've got."

Your vicarious smoking experience continues, Gene, as Don takes a pull on his cigarette and sends a jet of smoke toward the ceiling.

"Right now that thing you're holding is"--a pause as he rummages for a word--"projecting an image of you to anyone in this city who cares to tune in."

[voice]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-01-19 18:19 (UTC) - Expand

[visual]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-01-19 23:31 (UTC) - Expand

[visual]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-01-20 03:36 (UTC) - Expand

[visual]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-01-22 04:58 (UTC) - Expand

[visual]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-01-24 04:09 (UTC) - Expand

[voice]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-01-31 00:00 (UTC) - Expand

[voice]

[personal profile] selfmadman - 2011-02-08 17:09 (UTC) - Expand

[Visual]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not dead," said Martha, keeping her voice calm and measured. (It was a doctor's job to stay calm, after all.) "Trust me."

He seemed to be angry rather than scared, she noted, but being kidnapped by aliens was a new experience for most people and it was her job to do what she could to explain the situation.

... knowing her luck, he'd write her off as mad as soon as she opened her mouth.

"You've been brought to a city called Taxon. I'm Martha. Martha Jones."

[Visual]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," she said, with nothing but sincerity in her voice, "But you can't. You can get out of the arrival room - that's where you're standing now - but you can't get out of the city."

Martha decided to give him a moment to digest that before she mentioned the aliens.

[Holo]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can get a map up on the tablet," she explained, "That's the device I'm using to talk to you. Just press the button that looks like a globe and it'll show you the city."

Despite his disbelief, Martha gave him a soft smile.

"I'd be happy to give you directions, but it depends on where you want to go. They've got everything you could need in the city. Except freedom. We don't know who's holding us here or why, just that they're alien and not immediately hostile."

[Visual]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-21 22:29 (UTC) - Expand

[Visual]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-22 21:48 (UTC) - Expand

[Visual]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-24 21:16 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-26 22:20 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-27 21:42 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-30 20:08 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-01-31 20:50 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-02-03 21:54 (UTC) - Expand

[Action]

[identity profile] allthatlife.livejournal.com - 2011-02-06 23:08 (UTC) - Expand

[visual]

[identity profile] beholdthedrums.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The Master very briefly remembers this man; frustrating is what he was. The Master never got a name from him, nor did he ever find out much other than the name "Tyler" used towards himself - certainly something that didn't make sense to him in the slightest.

Perhaps Taxon has given him the chance at a round two.

"It's not the afterlife," is all the Master says in way of greeting, not quite looking at the tablet.