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taxonomites2011-01-18 11:20 pm
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[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.
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.
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"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."
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Gene doesn't have much patiences really, he's been sucked into some weirdy Sci Fi thing and he just wants answered. "Well?"
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"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."
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"Not sir, DCI, I think you'll find. DCI Hunt. And I'm not really in the mood to dick around playing games. So one last time, tell me what is really going on before I track you down and shove my boot so far up your arse, you'll need a team of ruddy professionals to remove it!"
Raising his voice and yelling threats - the Gene Hunt way of handling bizarre things.
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Frustratingly, the voice doesn't sound properly intimidated by the threat.
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"Right, go on then, what'd I do?"
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"Well, the good news is, you're not dead."
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"Then what's the bad news?"
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"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."
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Looking around, Gene frowned and tried to find the pedestal. What good would some device do? Really? He was more interested in the pedestal, he could try to smash the doors in with it.
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"How much clearer could I have been?"
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Still, he moves across and picks up the device with a small frown. What the bloody hell was it? "Could drop the accent, never could make sense of a bleedin' yank."
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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."
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"Well fan-bloody-tastic. How bout telling me what I do with it, you div?" Rolling his eyes, Gene gives it a good shake before randomly poking button. "And who are you anyway? Spaceman? King of Mars? The wizard?"
Woops! He accidentally selected maps, now he's just going to stare in confusion for a while.
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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."
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"Right, brilliant, and how'd I leave then?"
Well, he didn't know what was going on, if any of this was real but he went for his first instinct. Leaving and getting home. He hardly wanted to hang around Taxon, hardly sounded like a picnic.
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Martha decided to give him a moment to digest that before she mentioned the aliens.
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"Listen love, any chances there's someone here who knows what's going on? Like someone who can read a map and give me some directions?"
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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."
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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.
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"Tyler! What the bloody hell is going on?" He should of known! Something weird happens, Sam Tyler's there. Or so he believed anyway. It wasn't hard to mistake them, all things considered.
"Where are we then, if you're so ruddy smart? You're home planet? Always knew you weren't right in the head. After all, what kind of bloke actually likes cooking?"
Sounded alien enough to him.