Revolution · #10

The Doctor couldn't open the front door of the TARDIS. (Apparently he'd missed the stormtroopers, but not CJ's call.) At least, not right away. It took a good ten minutes and some rather dodgy work with the sonic screwdriver to melt enough of the snow in front of it for him to be able to peek outside...

And see a rather excessive amount of white on the ground. Far more suited, to say, Alberta, than to northern Virginia. Not to mention the cold. Chances were good that the power was out elsewhere. As in, places that didn't have a sentient time vortex for a power supply.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. Particularly when he checked Earth radar for himself...and found that there hadn't been storms anywhere else on the East Coast. For days. And that the National Weather Service stated that the weather should be 45 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny, for all rights and purposes.

Trouble indeed. And he wasn't about to leave CJ and Jack in the middle of it.

So he headed back to the wardrobe room and began digging...there were those coats he'd got when he'd stayed with the Inuit people a while back...snowshoes...


Twenty minutes later, he has his sonic screwdriver, flashlights electric torches, a wee space heater (from outer space, actually), some cans of food, a human standard first aid kit, a thermos of coffee and one of tea free radicals and tannins!, and a few blankets packed. Marching into the living room (and resembling a Sherpa), he stands and looks at his sword for a long time. There could be trouble if he takes it up to the school--but the last time they had inclement weather, there were zombies. And a sword sure as hell was handy then.

So he takes that too, and heads out into the cold.


((The Doctor is on his way up to FH. That said, it might take him a while to get there, especially as I'm heading out for a bit. Feel free to join him if you're somewhere between the school and the park. And christ, this plot is making me feel cold regardless of the fact that it's 50 degrees and sunny here...))

The kitchen fairly reeks of garam masala, as Ten is cooking up the ever-so-traditional British dish of chicken tikka masala. He doesn't know any human who doesn't like it (though there was that unfortunate incident with UNIT and the Telamarian ambassador...), so hopefully Geoff won't find unacceptable.

There are papadums frying, mango chutney setting out to cool, and the cooker's filled with saffron rice.

All it needs is a poet.

And beer.

The Doctor suspects he's received a message meant for Jack. In an attempt to forward it on to him along with a rather stern reminder, he ends up sending it to Janet Fraiser instead. And in calling Parker back, he ends up with Barbossa.

Unfortunately, he gets an idea and tries to call CJ. And then another idea and calls Methos.

The TARDIS has rather tasteful white fairy lights and a wreath on the outside this year. Inside, she is humming cheerfully and smells of freshly brewed coffee and pine needles.

The Doctor is also humming cheerfully as he mixes up a pudding for Christmas and does a bunch of other things that are allegedly necessary for the holidays. CJ is attempting to help and being told no. Jack...is being Jack, and Adam is supposed to be around here somewhere. (Ten hopes he hasn't been sucked into the heart of the TARDIS, because that would just make the holidays suck.)

There are crackers (of the popping kind) and a live tree that's come from the winter garden that needs to be decorated, and a menorah set out for tomorrow along with blue and silver garland. All very tasteful, because CJ doesn't need another injury from headdesking.

Presents...Ten's running a bit behind on presents, because he was in Richmond most of the week. But he may pop out to Alexandria yet...



((For those who would be here--you know who you are. People in town who know any of the TARDIS residents are welcome to stop by. MASSIVE SP because of the holidays, I just thought I'd get this out there because I myself won't be free again for another 30 hours or so. Please use the comment threads.))

[The Doctor wakes up, feeling vaguely better, but not much. After blowing his nose about five times, he staggers out of bed, pulls on his bathrobe dressing gown, and picks up the half-empty box of Kleenex.

Stumbling into the living room, he can smell the wine despite his stuffy nose. This is not a good sign. Stepping over the photos scattered across the floor, he spots a Victoria's Secret box on an end table. He squints at it, slightly bewildered, then picks it up and looks inside. After a moment, he nods slowly, puts the lid back on, and carries it with him to the kitchen to get the passed out CJ a glass of water. She's going to need it.

He places the water glass on a nearby table, covers CJ with a blanket, and then stumbles off to poke at the...memory thingy. This is probably not the best time to remind her that drinking heavily is not an effective coping mechanism...]

[The Doctor is not the sort of person who prays, for obvious reasons. He's not exactly that kind of believer in a higher power. But he can hope fervently towards a very large pantheon of gods, goddesses, Rassilon, and the Face of Boe. And right now he's hoping for several things:

-that Adam and CJ will not be late
-that Jack will not complain about the food
-that Jack will not hit on any of the waitstaff
-that everything will go well and not be awkward

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's hoping that CJ will be wearing the black Vera Wang, but that's just a personal wish and not something that he feels the need to get any deity involved in.

He glances over at Jack, who is toying with a leaf and looking bored, and refreshes his efforts towards Hope #1. It is a lovely exterior, really, but he can see where a 17 year-old would get tired of it.

At least the menu tonight is good.]


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There was a danger
And the danger was
To fall in love
-Stevie Nicks


[Ten slips out in the night when they're all asleep, leaving a note, of course, scribbled hastily on a napkin. He needs the open air and the sky, and even though it's cloudy, he needs the stars.

He can't help but feel both lost and completely aware that this is where he should be.

The rain isn't heavy and he doesn't bother with an umbrella. Instead, he puts his hands in the pockets of his brown overcoat and stares up into the rain, under one of the lurid orange streetlights along the park paths. And he watches the raindrops and the strange mauve colour of the clouds reflecting the light from the city...for a long while.]



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