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tushanshu_logs2013-09-18 04:16 pm
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The Doctor and Charles are singularly stupid
Characters: The Doctor (11) | Charles Xavier | Rory Williams | Rose Tyler | Ororo Munroe for the initial finding but then OPEN for all the scoldings.
Date: 9/18/2013
Location: Edge of the Fire Sector
Situation: Charles and The Doctor just tried something incredibly stupid. They attempted to telepathically speak to Tu Vishan. Bad, bad idea.
Warnings/Rating: PG
Upon reflection, this probably had not been as wise an idea as Charles initially thought it to be. Or at least, not without it’s drawbacks, which he quite possibly should have considered a little more closely.
However, the combination of the Doctor’s exuberance (the Time Lord was not getting out of this without owning up to his own encouragement of bad ideas) and the strength of the positive emotions Charles could pick up from his egg as well as the others, had proven too strong to resist. Honestly, Charles couldn’t think why it had taken him this long to consider the possibility of speaking directly to Tu Vishan.
Why continue to bother with the Emperor and her hostility, the kedan and their convenient blind spots when the source of answers was, quite literally, beneath their feet? As the Doctor was one of the only other telepaths Charles had encountered (in his life for that matter) along with being a brilliant and adventurous mind it had only made sense to reach out to the man and ask him along for the ride, so to speak.
Probably the wine he’d been drinking at the time, back during the Bacchanal had also contributed to the impression that this was a plan without any significant drawbacks.
Whatever the combination of events that had come together to encourage them on this path, the past two weeks had seen the plan come together as the Doctor and Charles had spent quite a bit of time, lost in the landscapes of their own minds. Well not lost precisely, they had always known where they were but Charles would reach out to talk to the Doctor, just ask a brief question and would find hours had gone by, before he returned to the reality of his own physical form.
There were just so many places to see, so much to do in the memories a 1000+ year Time Lord and Charles’ endless curiosity probably made it easier for them to mentally wander off lost in just ’one more planet, Doctor?? One more species?’
Today, though they had a set goal in mind and Charles had suggested they move through the Fire Sector, get as close to the turtle’s head as possible for the attempt.
“I’m fairly certain I could reach from my suite,” he said as he walked along, leaning on the cane at this point as the stroll from Water to Fire was a bit lengthy. “But why add a difficulty when we can reduce the distance by being in the correct sector?”
Perhaps it had not been his best idea, this whole turtle chatting. He was willing to admit that, even before he'd done it. The lack of knowledge of just what would happen was more than a little worrying, anything could result from doing this but when weighted against the lack of progress he'd made, it seemed worth it. One silly reckless chance to get what they needed. After all, if they could communicate with this creature then they could reason with it, words were always the best tool. They could find a way to understand what was happening and get home.
As much fun as this place was, it didn't exactly mean that he was prepared to settle forever. After all, one place forever was a nightmare.
At first, he wasn't sure if he really wanted Charles involved. Yes, he was the better telepath but he was still human. Still capable of getting hurt should it go awry. But the more they talked and the more they learnt of each other, the more he was sure that Charles knew what he was doing. The Doctor wanted to take some level of charge here but he didn't have the skills that his partner in crime did. In return for the occasional sneak peak at the wonders of the stars and what the universe held, he divulged in a little information on the mutation and what it really was. It seemed like such an intriguing concept. The power that Charles held was beyond that of most advanced humans of his age, definitely an impressive feat.
All together? Well, it sort of made the plan make sense. He had a strange amount of faith - though whether that was merely denial and desperation awkward meshed together, he wasn't sure.
"The closer we are, the less effort we put into forming the connection," the Doctor reasoned brightly as he walked alongside Charles, keeping himself as paceful as he could possibly be so he didn't leave the slower man behind. Which, by the way, was not easy. So you're welcome, Charles. "I think we should just minimise anything that could be an obstacle and aim for just the pure communication side of things."
The less trouble they faced, the easier it would be.
Of course it would be easy! Chatting to the infant turtles in their eggs was a delight! Well alright so there wasn’t that much actual chatting going on as the infant minds were still undeveloped and the impressions little more than those of a happy, content, developing baby.
But communication with Tu Vishan shouldn’t be much more difficult, right? Also, Charles agreed with the Doctor on the philosophy that talking, that communication was the best possible approach to any situation. Much better than unfocused violence or threats. Information and knowledge was proving to be vital in all this and if they could not get it from the Palace, than going to the source.
In the meantime, Charles was going to be silently grateful to the Doctor for the Time Lord’s attempt to keep pace with him. Even had Charles not been handicapped by his back, he would have needed to jog to keep pace with those long, flamingo legs, he just tried not to dwell on the fact that back, before the beach, he could have jogged without so much as losing his breath.
Silly thoughts, that had no place in his mind as they drew to a stop at the end of a mostly deserted side street. It was fairly non-descript beyond the fact that it was as close to the upper tip of the Fire Sector as they could manage without stepping on Palace grounds. It also appeared to be mostly off the beaten path, which mean they might not be disturbed.
“Right. I agree,” had agreed when they’d first discussed thishair-brained scheme and now that they seemed to be at a destination, he glanced around and quickly stepped on the sense of disquiet that wanted to rise in the back of his consciousness.
Turning towards the Doctor, Charles’ expression was solemn as he spoke.
“We’re just going to try for communication this time,” he said. “See if we can get in contact with Tu Vishan and if it goes well, we can decide our next step from there.”
Probably would be considered rude to just sort of invite themselves over for an extended chat without first making introductions, right? Alright, the statement might not have made much sense, after all if they could contact Tu Vishan, then they should make the most of that contact while they had it. Charles just might have been, briefly, sort of, stalling ... a little
Contact was all he wanted, nothing further or more elaborate yet, he simply wanted to know if it was possible. If he could introduce himself and have that position to negotiate or reason with the creature then they could actually make progress for once. He had tried everything he could think of but without a TARDIS or any sort of power being to speak with, he really had nothing else he could do.
"Of course, that's all we can hope for anyway. It might not even want to be chatty, seems like a bit of an aloof creature."
As long as he'd been here, the turtle had been an indifferent being, not seeming to care what they did or said. Perhaps it was removed from reality in some ways, not actually able to interact or entirely beyond their understanding. But opening the lines and attempting to bridge the gap would hardly hurt, right?
Turning to Charles when he overtook him, he spun around to face him with a bemused expression. He seemed almost -- unsure? Backing out before it had begun... never a promising sign. He had to be certain.
"Charles, are you sure you want to do this?"
Charles’ eyes had been focused further beyond the edge of the sector, as if he were trying to see to the turtle’s head. In his own opinion Tu Vishan seemed more … lonesome than aloof. A creature, the last of his kind, responsible for all these tiny lives on his back, there were times when Charles would sit and consider what that sort of responsibility might mean to a person.
Little did he truly understand (yet) how the Doctor could relate to that situation.
“Hmm?” He asked, yanked out of his pensive thoughts and after a breath, he nodded. “Yes. I’ve actually been thinking about this for quite some time, since we first found the eggs to be precise. It may be our best hope for getting something genuinely useful, we certainly are not getting even a quarter of the whole story from the Palace.”
Not to mention the fact that Charles was pretty sure he’d blown every bit of good favor he might have ever had with the Emperor during their last conversation. He didn’t have much to lose in attempting to go directly to the source, so to speak and his expression firmed with resolve.
“Mal … that being, we heard from, it’s a genuine threat to us, the kedan and the eggs,” and as an egg parent, Charles also had those protective instincts flowing and fueling thisbad decision.
Stepping up, he took a deep breath and set his cane down on the ground. Reaching one hand out towards the Doctor, he raised the other to his temple.
“It’s not too late for you to say no, Doctor. If you’re unsure?”
Hadn’t they had this conversation, in a series of fairly circular loops, the other night when they’d finally determined they were going to attempt this?
There was much to worry about and plenty to be concerned over but he was desperate. What else could he do? Being prisoner in one place for the rest of his days didn't appeal and, at the core, the Doctor was selfish. His life was on hold here, his future was staring at him through Clara and the curiosity alone was killing him. He was prepare to take whatever would come for this, even if he knew how dangerous this was. Not just for him, but for Charles.
He'd hate himself later, especially if anything happened to Charles. But a man of action was just what he needed and who else could use telepathy quite like his newest ally. With a determined look, he gently loosen his neck up to relieve the tension and reached out, grabbing onto Charles's offered hand with little hesitation.
Well, why not? What could they actually lose doing this? No one else could answer their questions and they were wasted here, doing nothing but waiting for the next clue, the next important key bit of information. It wasn't worth it any more. A slightly unsure smile spread on his face as he nodded at the other man to begin.
"You know, I never was one to give up this early," Then, with a faintly amused expression, he gestured for Charles to do go ahead. "Geronimo?"
Time to make the leap from planning to action. Always the best.
“Geronimo,” Charles chuckled at the saying as his fingers curled around the Doctor’s, giving the Time Lord the added boost of touch telepathy. “Geronimo, indeed.”
Finger to his temple, Charles took a breath and sank back and into his own internal landscape. First, he pushed a tendril towards the Doctor, it was easier now, after their weeks of shared telepathic conversations, the Time Lord’s mind becoming familiar (at least the parts the Doctor allowed the telepath to touch) and he could anchor to the man relatively easily.
With the bridge in place, Charles quickly shifted his focus and sent his consciousness winging outwards towards Tu Vishan. Picking the Doctor up on the breadth of his own power, it was easy for a telepath of Charles’ strength to carry them both as he sought the ancient consciousness of the turtle beneath their feet. Bringing his shields down, Charles opened himself up, putting his own sensitivity on high as he sought out Tu Vishan’s thoughts.
It took a swoop of the mental landscape, a banking turn and a repeat pass before an uprush of psychic wind pushed against Charles’ seeking. Without hesitation, he banked back towards that touch, arrowing down against breeze, seeking to pierce it with a gentle questing for contact.
There was resistance (perhaps a final attempt to push the seekers back before what was to come, came to pass) but Charles had the power to push and he did, popping the warning barrier. For a moment, it was silent. Perhaps the barest perception of something before the whirlwind rush of ancientoldsomuchTOOMUCH came racing from within the barrier and up towards the two, mortal minds.
Like the roar of an F5 tornado the backlash of power slammed up and into them, stealing Charles thoughts, rushing over his conscious sense of self.
DOCTOR!
He had barely the time to yell the name before instinct and subconscious took control from the overload on Charles’ conscious mind. Throwing his power outwards like a fan, absorbing as much of the blowback from Tu Vishan into his own shields, across his own power it still wasn’t going to be enough to completely buffer the Doctor from the raw, overwhelming strength of the turtle’s consciousness.
Still, Charles tried, his last moments of coherency put to the singular task of wrapping the Doctor up within the spidershot fractures of shattering shields, twisting their minds to curl his own around the Time Lord’s in a protective barrier. With every last bit of power he possessed, Charles aimed their conscious minds back towards their own bodies as they were forcefully smacked back and away from Tu Vishan by the turtle’s raw psychic powers.
Channeling through the link that Charles gave him, the Doctor tried his hardest to help share the burden of what they were doing, supporting Charles where needed. None of this proved easy, of course, but he'd expected it to be a rough road. At first it was like a brick wall, stubborn and unyielding. He'd been unsure if Charles had the power to push through but remarkably, he managed it.
The combined power of the two of them made this all so much easier.
Though perhaps that wasn't for the best. The warning had been pretty clear and the Doctor should of known that a barrier like that was there for a reason. No one put up protection unless they wanted to save themselves or others from the mental onslaught.
The sheer mental overload was hard to explain, he hadn't felt such a sensation since -- well, ever. This was beyond even the most advanced creature he'd ever met. It was like trying to cram something into a container that was far too small. It was just too much to handle. He had only a slight delay, mere seconds, enough to realise that something was wrong but not enough to be able to act.
Gripping Charles hand tighter, he attempted to take on as much as the burden as he could while trying to withdraw them both. It was far too late, the consciousness had invaded and it had nearly entirely taken over.
Charles!
In a moment of panic, he used the boosted telepathy to send out an SOS, aiming for the first person on his mind. Or people. His companions, the only ones who could save him. Any one of them. There were good odds that he'd get at least one in the target range. If not, Charles had a few names that stood out for help, Ororo being one of them. Helped the odds to send as much out as he could. They definitely needed someone.
It was all he could do before the sheer power of the consciousness took over and everything drifted into blackness.
[OOC: Purple text = Charles | Regular text color = The Doctor]
Date: 9/18/2013
Location: Edge of the Fire Sector
Situation: Charles and The Doctor just tried something incredibly stupid. They attempted to telepathically speak to Tu Vishan. Bad, bad idea.
Warnings/Rating: PG
Upon reflection, this probably had not been as wise an idea as Charles initially thought it to be. Or at least, not without it’s drawbacks, which he quite possibly should have considered a little more closely.
However, the combination of the Doctor’s exuberance (the Time Lord was not getting out of this without owning up to his own encouragement of bad ideas) and the strength of the positive emotions Charles could pick up from his egg as well as the others, had proven too strong to resist. Honestly, Charles couldn’t think why it had taken him this long to consider the possibility of speaking directly to Tu Vishan.
Why continue to bother with the Emperor and her hostility, the kedan and their convenient blind spots when the source of answers was, quite literally, beneath their feet? As the Doctor was one of the only other telepaths Charles had encountered (in his life for that matter) along with being a brilliant and adventurous mind it had only made sense to reach out to the man and ask him along for the ride, so to speak.
Probably the wine he’d been drinking at the time, back during the Bacchanal had also contributed to the impression that this was a plan without any significant drawbacks.
Whatever the combination of events that had come together to encourage them on this path, the past two weeks had seen the plan come together as the Doctor and Charles had spent quite a bit of time, lost in the landscapes of their own minds. Well not lost precisely, they had always known where they were but Charles would reach out to talk to the Doctor, just ask a brief question and would find hours had gone by, before he returned to the reality of his own physical form.
There were just so many places to see, so much to do in the memories a 1000+ year Time Lord and Charles’ endless curiosity probably made it easier for them to mentally wander off lost in just ’one more planet, Doctor?? One more species?’
Today, though they had a set goal in mind and Charles had suggested they move through the Fire Sector, get as close to the turtle’s head as possible for the attempt.
“I’m fairly certain I could reach from my suite,” he said as he walked along, leaning on the cane at this point as the stroll from Water to Fire was a bit lengthy. “But why add a difficulty when we can reduce the distance by being in the correct sector?”
Perhaps it had not been his best idea, this whole turtle chatting. He was willing to admit that, even before he'd done it. The lack of knowledge of just what would happen was more than a little worrying, anything could result from doing this but when weighted against the lack of progress he'd made, it seemed worth it. One silly reckless chance to get what they needed. After all, if they could communicate with this creature then they could reason with it, words were always the best tool. They could find a way to understand what was happening and get home.
As much fun as this place was, it didn't exactly mean that he was prepared to settle forever. After all, one place forever was a nightmare.
At first, he wasn't sure if he really wanted Charles involved. Yes, he was the better telepath but he was still human. Still capable of getting hurt should it go awry. But the more they talked and the more they learnt of each other, the more he was sure that Charles knew what he was doing. The Doctor wanted to take some level of charge here but he didn't have the skills that his partner in crime did. In return for the occasional sneak peak at the wonders of the stars and what the universe held, he divulged in a little information on the mutation and what it really was. It seemed like such an intriguing concept. The power that Charles held was beyond that of most advanced humans of his age, definitely an impressive feat.
All together? Well, it sort of made the plan make sense. He had a strange amount of faith - though whether that was merely denial and desperation awkward meshed together, he wasn't sure.
"The closer we are, the less effort we put into forming the connection," the Doctor reasoned brightly as he walked alongside Charles, keeping himself as paceful as he could possibly be so he didn't leave the slower man behind. Which, by the way, was not easy. So you're welcome, Charles. "I think we should just minimise anything that could be an obstacle and aim for just the pure communication side of things."
The less trouble they faced, the easier it would be.
Of course it would be easy! Chatting to the infant turtles in their eggs was a delight! Well alright so there wasn’t that much actual chatting going on as the infant minds were still undeveloped and the impressions little more than those of a happy, content, developing baby.
But communication with Tu Vishan shouldn’t be much more difficult, right? Also, Charles agreed with the Doctor on the philosophy that talking, that communication was the best possible approach to any situation. Much better than unfocused violence or threats. Information and knowledge was proving to be vital in all this and if they could not get it from the Palace, than going to the source.
In the meantime, Charles was going to be silently grateful to the Doctor for the Time Lord’s attempt to keep pace with him. Even had Charles not been handicapped by his back, he would have needed to jog to keep pace with those long, flamingo legs, he just tried not to dwell on the fact that back, before the beach, he could have jogged without so much as losing his breath.
Silly thoughts, that had no place in his mind as they drew to a stop at the end of a mostly deserted side street. It was fairly non-descript beyond the fact that it was as close to the upper tip of the Fire Sector as they could manage without stepping on Palace grounds. It also appeared to be mostly off the beaten path, which mean they might not be disturbed.
“Right. I agree,” had agreed when they’d first discussed this
Turning towards the Doctor, Charles’ expression was solemn as he spoke.
“We’re just going to try for communication this time,” he said. “See if we can get in contact with Tu Vishan and if it goes well, we can decide our next step from there.”
Probably would be considered rude to just sort of invite themselves over for an extended chat without first making introductions, right? Alright, the statement might not have made much sense, after all if they could contact Tu Vishan, then they should make the most of that contact while they had it. Charles just might have been, briefly, sort of, stalling ... a little
Contact was all he wanted, nothing further or more elaborate yet, he simply wanted to know if it was possible. If he could introduce himself and have that position to negotiate or reason with the creature then they could actually make progress for once. He had tried everything he could think of but without a TARDIS or any sort of power being to speak with, he really had nothing else he could do.
"Of course, that's all we can hope for anyway. It might not even want to be chatty, seems like a bit of an aloof creature."
As long as he'd been here, the turtle had been an indifferent being, not seeming to care what they did or said. Perhaps it was removed from reality in some ways, not actually able to interact or entirely beyond their understanding. But opening the lines and attempting to bridge the gap would hardly hurt, right?
Turning to Charles when he overtook him, he spun around to face him with a bemused expression. He seemed almost -- unsure? Backing out before it had begun... never a promising sign. He had to be certain.
"Charles, are you sure you want to do this?"
Charles’ eyes had been focused further beyond the edge of the sector, as if he were trying to see to the turtle’s head. In his own opinion Tu Vishan seemed more … lonesome than aloof. A creature, the last of his kind, responsible for all these tiny lives on his back, there were times when Charles would sit and consider what that sort of responsibility might mean to a person.
Little did he truly understand (yet) how the Doctor could relate to that situation.
“Hmm?” He asked, yanked out of his pensive thoughts and after a breath, he nodded. “Yes. I’ve actually been thinking about this for quite some time, since we first found the eggs to be precise. It may be our best hope for getting something genuinely useful, we certainly are not getting even a quarter of the whole story from the Palace.”
Not to mention the fact that Charles was pretty sure he’d blown every bit of good favor he might have ever had with the Emperor during their last conversation. He didn’t have much to lose in attempting to go directly to the source, so to speak and his expression firmed with resolve.
“Mal … that being, we heard from, it’s a genuine threat to us, the kedan and the eggs,” and as an egg parent, Charles also had those protective instincts flowing and fueling this
Stepping up, he took a deep breath and set his cane down on the ground. Reaching one hand out towards the Doctor, he raised the other to his temple.
“It’s not too late for you to say no, Doctor. If you’re unsure?”
Hadn’t they had this conversation, in a series of fairly circular loops, the other night when they’d finally determined they were going to attempt this?
There was much to worry about and plenty to be concerned over but he was desperate. What else could he do? Being prisoner in one place for the rest of his days didn't appeal and, at the core, the Doctor was selfish. His life was on hold here, his future was staring at him through Clara and the curiosity alone was killing him. He was prepare to take whatever would come for this, even if he knew how dangerous this was. Not just for him, but for Charles.
He'd hate himself later, especially if anything happened to Charles. But a man of action was just what he needed and who else could use telepathy quite like his newest ally. With a determined look, he gently loosen his neck up to relieve the tension and reached out, grabbing onto Charles's offered hand with little hesitation.
Well, why not? What could they actually lose doing this? No one else could answer their questions and they were wasted here, doing nothing but waiting for the next clue, the next important key bit of information. It wasn't worth it any more. A slightly unsure smile spread on his face as he nodded at the other man to begin.
"You know, I never was one to give up this early," Then, with a faintly amused expression, he gestured for Charles to do go ahead. "Geronimo?"
Time to make the leap from planning to action. Always the best.
“Geronimo,” Charles chuckled at the saying as his fingers curled around the Doctor’s, giving the Time Lord the added boost of touch telepathy. “Geronimo, indeed.”
Finger to his temple, Charles took a breath and sank back and into his own internal landscape. First, he pushed a tendril towards the Doctor, it was easier now, after their weeks of shared telepathic conversations, the Time Lord’s mind becoming familiar (at least the parts the Doctor allowed the telepath to touch) and he could anchor to the man relatively easily.
With the bridge in place, Charles quickly shifted his focus and sent his consciousness winging outwards towards Tu Vishan. Picking the Doctor up on the breadth of his own power, it was easy for a telepath of Charles’ strength to carry them both as he sought the ancient consciousness of the turtle beneath their feet. Bringing his shields down, Charles opened himself up, putting his own sensitivity on high as he sought out Tu Vishan’s thoughts.
It took a swoop of the mental landscape, a banking turn and a repeat pass before an uprush of psychic wind pushed against Charles’ seeking. Without hesitation, he banked back towards that touch, arrowing down against breeze, seeking to pierce it with a gentle questing for contact.
There was resistance (perhaps a final attempt to push the seekers back before what was to come, came to pass) but Charles had the power to push and he did, popping the warning barrier. For a moment, it was silent. Perhaps the barest perception of something before the whirlwind rush of ancientoldsomuchTOOMUCH came racing from within the barrier and up towards the two, mortal minds.
Like the roar of an F5 tornado the backlash of power slammed up and into them, stealing Charles thoughts, rushing over his conscious sense of self.
DOCTOR!
He had barely the time to yell the name before instinct and subconscious took control from the overload on Charles’ conscious mind. Throwing his power outwards like a fan, absorbing as much of the blowback from Tu Vishan into his own shields, across his own power it still wasn’t going to be enough to completely buffer the Doctor from the raw, overwhelming strength of the turtle’s consciousness.
Still, Charles tried, his last moments of coherency put to the singular task of wrapping the Doctor up within the spidershot fractures of shattering shields, twisting their minds to curl his own around the Time Lord’s in a protective barrier. With every last bit of power he possessed, Charles aimed their conscious minds back towards their own bodies as they were forcefully smacked back and away from Tu Vishan by the turtle’s raw psychic powers.
Channeling through the link that Charles gave him, the Doctor tried his hardest to help share the burden of what they were doing, supporting Charles where needed. None of this proved easy, of course, but he'd expected it to be a rough road. At first it was like a brick wall, stubborn and unyielding. He'd been unsure if Charles had the power to push through but remarkably, he managed it.
The combined power of the two of them made this all so much easier.
Though perhaps that wasn't for the best. The warning had been pretty clear and the Doctor should of known that a barrier like that was there for a reason. No one put up protection unless they wanted to save themselves or others from the mental onslaught.
The sheer mental overload was hard to explain, he hadn't felt such a sensation since -- well, ever. This was beyond even the most advanced creature he'd ever met. It was like trying to cram something into a container that was far too small. It was just too much to handle. He had only a slight delay, mere seconds, enough to realise that something was wrong but not enough to be able to act.
Gripping Charles hand tighter, he attempted to take on as much as the burden as he could while trying to withdraw them both. It was far too late, the consciousness had invaded and it had nearly entirely taken over.
Charles!
In a moment of panic, he used the boosted telepathy to send out an SOS, aiming for the first person on his mind. Or people. His companions, the only ones who could save him. Any one of them. There were good odds that he'd get at least one in the target range. If not, Charles had a few names that stood out for help, Ororo being one of them. Helped the odds to send as much out as he could. They definitely needed someone.
It was all he could do before the sheer power of the consciousness took over and everything drifted into blackness.
[OOC: Purple text = Charles | Regular text color = The Doctor]
Finding the Doctor and Charles
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At the pace she's blurring through the city streets, it doesn't take as long as it could to find the Doctor and Charles. She takes quickly and easily to checking alleyways and various side streets, glancing this way and that before continuing along. Apparently Rose has developed Doctor senses in relation to this new face of his, too. She'll always be able to find him, no matter what.]
Doctor!
[She calls out his name in a gasp of alarm, skidding to a halt before where he's laying. She instantly gets to work checking him over, although she's not much use where first aid and the like is concerned.]
Jack, what's happened to him?
[A pause, and she glances up at Jack in concern. She knows he's followed right along after her, how could he not?]
Both of 'em, they're just -
[She cuts herself off as she gets worked up, and scoots over to check Charles over. She's got no idea what to do, except get them to someplace they can be checked over.]
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I don't know, Rose. I-
[He's not looking at her yet, running another scan- but there's nothing. Nothing to be seen, no enemy to fight that might have done this to the two men. So, after a moment, his hand relaxes, shifting away from his waist, and he turns and joins Rose at their side.]
I'm not sure what could have done this to them, but we should get them somewhere safe. I don't like the idea that they've been left out here like this.
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The mind hadn't been familiar, but there'd been a link there -- a touch of the Professor and that's what spurs her birds-eye search. It takes time, enough that she regrets not stopping at a console to raise the alert with Kurt or Kon. Maybe T'Challa could have help? Ororo doesn't like calling in reinforcements, but she knows they're better with the search patterns than she is and could've shaved off critical minutes off her search or--
Wait, there.
She's flying fast and hard over Fire when she sees some motion in an alley. It's hard to see, so she drops down fast to get a better perspective. Little about her's fun and games here, her eyes pure white as she keeps touch with the weather, static rippling in the air with the hint that its big cousin, lightning, could come to play. The whole visual ought to keep bystanders off her case in the event that it's not the professor.
Ororo touches down and takes a few steps before she sees, for sure, that it's Charles here -- and someone else. Someones else, by the sight of Rose and Jack. Instinct and experience have her quick on the defensive as she points to Rose.]
Hands off the telepath, lady, cause whatever you're doing? It stops now.
[Suspicion? Suspicion. She risks a look to the gent, recognising him from a post long ago, but who knows if it's the same 'him' that she spoke to. Either way, he's in just as incriminating a position as the woman is -- in here eyes, at least.]
Scold the Doctor
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And after a day and a half of agonies of anxiety, she knows what she has to do. Clara Oswald will not like anything best her. No one will know that she's afraid because she won't let herself giving any hint that she is. So she makes a plateful of homemade jammy dodgers (they don't sell them here) and walks over to the Doctor's flat.
She allows herself one deep breath before she knocks on the door.
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He'd spent the afternoon lazing on the sofa, trying to contact Charles in between nursing a killer headache. Frankly, it was boring. Dull. Unendingly dreadful. Being in pain was just not practical or useful.
Hence why he was very eager to shoot off the sofa and towards the door the moment he heard a knock. He pulled it open, an awkward smile on his face as he greeted his companion. He was not a picture of composure right now and his bowtie had been lost on the floor somewhere last night but mostly, he was the same old Doctor. Just a little raggedy.
"Clara! Hello! Come in, come in."
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"These are for you."
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Setting the plate down, he grabbed one and took a bite. He really did act like they were a grand treat, even the home brand cheap kind. "These are brilliant! Wonderful. Still sort of warmy. I like that in a dodger. Makes the jam stickier."
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"I'd never made them before. Just sort of... whipped them up."
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Case in point. "Did you hear about -- the thing? That I did. With the turtle."
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Everything else though? Every Wednesday."
Then the smile slides off her face and she bites her lip.
"I heard."
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Except himself. Because he didn't want to be out of trouble. Life was rarely fun when it was nice, normal and safe.
"Before you get all shouty and start making that frowny face - yes, that's the one - I just want to say that it was a mistake. I should of known better but I didn't. It shouldn't happen again."
Shouldn't but not wouldn't. He couldn't exactly cancel it out.
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Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. She doesn't want it to break and or waver in front of him. She's struggling to keep it together and the pieces are starting to slip from her hands.
"Nor was I going to say-. I was worried."
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He offered a slight smile, not wanting her to get upset. Smiles usually coaxed something happier out of people, something cheerier. He never could cope with his companions getting upset. He knew he was somewhat reckless and he caused a lot of worry but he never did find it easy to face up to those who might care just what happened when things went awry.
"I'm fine, anyway, little bit of a headache. Nothing that won't go away. I'll be running about in no time."
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Except when things are too much and he can't get back on his feet. That's when trouble starts. He's fine now. But what about next time? The image of him on the ground and dying in her arms is seared into her mind's eye forever.
But she gives him a smile back, it's tired and small but still a smile
"I'm glad you're alright."
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That was all he wanted. More so for others than himself. He didn't stupid thing to himself so everyone else could be fine. Leaving the turtle meant a lot to so many and if he could do that? He wouldn't hesitate. Even if it hurt. The only goal he really had his was to leave. By any means.
"I think I'll be taking it easy, as they say, for a little while. Just till the headaches go away."
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Better late than never >.>
And the worse part? He just couldn't understand how it could of gone that wrong.
Very tentatively and the best he could, he sent out a very weak psychic message to his unfortunate partner in crime.]
That didn't go to well, did it?
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He was currently wishing he was still unconscious. Never in his life, even when his powers had been overwhelming as a child, had he been this sick from them. It was akin to a migraine that felt both external as well as internal and had seen him pitching the contents of his stomach, more than once.
Tea was about all he could keep down, the scant addition of a very bland bit of toast and even that threatened to come right back up when the Doctor's mind touched his own. It was akin to someone placing a finger on a raw, exposed wound and Charles groaned even as he grabbed at his head.
Internally his mind heaved against the light psychic touch, reined in by sheer, bloody minded will power alone.]
Are you normally given to gross understatements, Doctor?
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[He hadn't wanted to bother Charles this way but the idea of getting up and physically going to see him just made his stomach turn. He was not one for staying down but this was a whole new game and he was definitely out of commission after that one. A little bit of a new experience there.
He tried his best to do his next prod to be a light and as quiet as possible. The last thing he needed was to make things worse for Charles.]
Just wanted to see if you were okay?
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In fact there was a pause between the Doctor's latest psychic touch and when Charles responded. This was due to the active use of telepathy being such that he had ended up back in the bathroom, heaving up his tea and crackers.
When his stomach stopped revolting is a bid for unification with his aching head, Charles groaned and stretched out on the bathroom floor. The tiles were blessedly cool against his cheek, one hand anchored to the base of the toilet kept the world from spinning completely off it's axis, though he had to open his eyes and fix his gaze on the small rubbish bin in order to wrestle down the worst of the spinning.
Brilliant. [If a telepathic 'voice' could be roughened, Charles' managed it.] Haven't enjoyed the water closet floor like this since my first year at Oxford. Brings back rollicking good memories.
[It would also seem that his word choices were suffering along with his head. It was actually a valiant attempt at not cursing roundly.]
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[He still couldn't get over how little he'd considered this. The turtle had just seemed distant and unaware but perhaps it was entirely removed and hence beyond them. Or it had one hell of a defence system up. Either way, he should of known.
Rassilon, he seriously hated when he didn't know everything. Things like this happened. For all he knew, it could be magic or something.
How could he compete with magic?]
I don't think we'll try that one again.
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[Unspoken was the desire for the Doctor not to bother with apologizing. It had been Charles' idea in the first place, the Time Lord had merely been along for the ride.
There was a grudging acceptance of the wisdom for not trying again but also a lingering sense of burning curiosity. The telepath wasn't angry that he didn't know everything but he was just that much more intrigued by the possibilities.]
I do wonder if there isn't some way...
[Yes, he's plotting. Head him off at the pass, Doctor.]
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[He was too busy trying to get out, to save his friends and return them to where they belong, he totally forgot caution. Or he pleasantly ignored it. He knew that Charles had every bit of freedom in this plan but it hardly helped that he'd enabled such an insane idea.],/small>
Charles, do you really think it's a good idea to go down this road again? It's a little bumpy and pot-holely.
[And ends with the worst telepathic hangover in the universe. Come on, Charles, stop plotting. You know how easily he gives into stupid yet seemingly logical plans.]
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