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thoughtformed2014-02-17 06:58 pm
coimiceoir) wrote in thoughtformed2014-02-17 06:58 pm
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Ring around the rosey... [Closed Log - Ongoing]
Who: Aisling and the Doctor
What: TARDIS malfunction
When: Monday, Feb 17th
Where: Deep inside the TARDIS
Warnings: TBA
Aisling woke up sprawled across the floor of a room... filled with row upon row of warriors. She froze, disoriented and as wary as a fawn upon finding itself alone in an open meadow. Still as a stone she sat, hardly breathing, for long minutes on end. But none of the warriors moved.
Very slowly, she straightened, getting to her feet. Ah... These men and women were made of a sort of hardened clay. They were statues. Pottery men and women, wearing armor and weapons in so many different styles that she was certain they must have something to do with the Doctor.
...Yes. She had come to the TARDIS to see him. To bring him something. What had it been? The dim lights shining overhead suddenly seemed too bright. Too sharp. There was no where to hide, no where to regroup. She didn't know where she was; there was no sound but her own breath. And she was totally alone.
What: TARDIS malfunction
When: Monday, Feb 17th
Where: Deep inside the TARDIS
Warnings: TBA
Aisling woke up sprawled across the floor of a room... filled with row upon row of warriors. She froze, disoriented and as wary as a fawn upon finding itself alone in an open meadow. Still as a stone she sat, hardly breathing, for long minutes on end. But none of the warriors moved.
Very slowly, she straightened, getting to her feet. Ah... These men and women were made of a sort of hardened clay. They were statues. Pottery men and women, wearing armor and weapons in so many different styles that she was certain they must have something to do with the Doctor.
...Yes. She had come to the TARDIS to see him. To bring him something. What had it been? The dim lights shining overhead suddenly seemed too bright. Too sharp. There was no where to hide, no where to regroup. She didn't know where she was; there was no sound but her own breath. And she was totally alone.