Lacey Knickers
Planetoid
- Joined
- Aug 30, 2014
- Location
- Midwest USA
The Year 2514
The Astral Queen, a stricken passenger liner en route to the Terra 12 colony
The ship is doomed, and the Doctor knows it; he's done all he can, buying time for the surviving passengers and crew to reach escape pods. Now it's time for him to reach the TARDIS and make his own escape. Quickly he scans the surrounding area and himself with his sonic screwdriver and confirms what he feared; the amount of radiation leaking from the damaged, about-to-blow Singularity Reactor is now far beyond safe levels. He feels dizzy as he stumbles his way through the deserted corridors to the cargo bay where the TARDIS had materialized two days ago.
Once aboard his ride, he realizes how bad his symptoms are. Knowing what is to come, he tries to set the TARDIS controls, but his vision is failing and his motor skills are deteriorating. It's all he can do to confirm he's set course for Earth; there's no telling exactly where or when he'll arrive. As he pulls the lever to dematerialize, he collapses to his knees, semi-conscious, as the regeneration process takes hold.
The Time And Relative Dimensions In Space craft hurtles through the continuum, carrying her old friend to safety as the stricken passenger ship explodes. The timeship materializes early, however, high in Earth's atmosphere, spinning and crashing towards the surface.
The Year 1898
Earth
In a sleepy village in Victorian England, night has fallen, but the quiet is broken as a strange blue box, spinning on its vertical axis, plummets from the sky. It skips off the top of a garden wall with a loud crash, coming to rest on the grounds of a large estate, somewhat upright but leaning against a large tree.
A door in the side of the box opens, and a dazed woman stumbles out. She is tall, but not tall enough to fill her clothes, which are obviously tailored for a man; white shirt and black waistcoat that hang loosely from her frame; black trousers with cuffs dragging on the ground, and boots much too large for her feet.
Her auburn hair cascades unkempt to her shoulders, and she constantly seems to be shoveling it off her face, adding to the impression of a manic, unstable person. Blue eyes with a hint of gray dart about trying to take in her surroundings. She appears to be in her thirties.
Whether it's the ill-fitting pants and boots or her general disorientation, she falls backwards, landing unceremoniously on her bum in a sitting position. Letting out a frustrated snarl, she pulls her boots off one at a time and tosses them away. Struggling back to her feet, she again stumbles, this time on her too-long pant legs. She plops back down and struggles out of the pants, standing again. Her shirt is long enough, barely, to serve as a dress, or would in certain more liberal times.
“Too small! Too small this time! Well, not too small, been smaller before...I think...” she says aloud, then hesitates.
“All this hair...voice much too high...” She tries to turn back to the blue box and nearly tumbles over again. “...center of gravity in a very odd place...No, it can't be...”
Her hands begin to grope portions of her body, as if giving herself a medical exam, finally settling on her breasts.
“Oh, dear! I really am a girl this time!”
She continues, touching her arms and legs, counting her fingers and toes. She passes her hands over her face.
“Inventory complete, everything here, arms, legs, hands, feet, fingers, toes, nose, eyes, ears, pancreas, liver, lungs, hearts...” She grabs handfuls of auburn locks that have again fallen in her face, “and HAIR! SO MUCH BLOODY HAIR!”
The last words are shouted, bringing the sound of dogs barking in nearby kennels.
"No! No! Not more noise, less noise! Good doggies, quiet doggies!"
