Another Doctor In Town -- DrWho RPG

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Three was a bit startled by this little dark-haired lady who ran up to him and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry my dear, I don't think we've met yet...though I'm sure you're perfectly lovely whenever we do." He gestured to the various people around them. "And I'm afraid there's far more that just 'both' of me here at the moment." He considered this rather loosely organized version of himself critically. It was a disappointment to think his precise and proper fashion sense would lapse again so quickly, but at least he wouldn't lose any of his height...in fact, they appeared to be exactly the same.

Two looked up at Three and Four who were obviously measuring each other. "Uppity bean-poles," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He turned to Jamie. "Come along, my boy. Shall we take the helicopter again?"

"Nooo," Jamie said. "I canna carry this rock and hang on to that whirlybird again. Can't we take a car this time?"

"Oh yes," Victoria said. "Maybe we can ride in the yellow one again!"

Benton grinned at the smiley-face on the Master's bag and sat him down in the jeep. He looked around, waving an arm. "Any volunteers to ride with the Master? Don't all rush in at once..."

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The Brigadier stuck his head into the door of the lab. "Doctor?"

"Yephh?" Six looked up from where he was sharing a cake with Peri. That is, where he was eating the cake and Peri was doodling in the frosting on a plate for lack of anything else to do.

"I...er... enjoying your cake?"

Six swallowed and smiled at him generously. "I always enjoyed UNIT's cooking. The very best. Nothing like it. Care for some cake? How are the rest of me holding out, by the way? We've heard nothing, but there's been a few odd twinges here and there."

"Twinges? I don't understand," Peri said, picking a bit of frosting from her decollotege.

The Brigadier politely averted his eyes. "No thank you, I've already had my tea. They seem to be accomplishing their goal... er, Doctor?"

"Yes?" He took another huge bite of cake.

"Aren't you going to, well, cobble up something to help with all this? Do a bit of monitoring or fixing something up? I thought given an entire lab to do as you like with, and a TARDIS as well..." he gestured over to the box in the corner.

Six snorted. "Why should I? There's enough of me working on it already."

The Brigadier considered this and looked at all the piles of dishes on the worktable. "Ah. Well. You know, you really don't quite seem yourself."

"What? Of course I'm myself," Six said.

"What does he mean?" Peri whined. "I don't understand!"

"Shut up, Peri!" Six said. He picked up a bun and poked it into her mouth.

The Brigadier glowered. The Doctor he knew would never treat a lady like this. It was the final strike against him.

"Doctor," he said, "Or whoever you really are, I'm afraid I must place you under arrest!"
 
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Master Happy Bag Face! LOL
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Ha ha ha that's great :D

Happy New Year both of you

though a bit of a boring New Year without much new Doctor Who ;) (I envy any of you who actually get to watch the Christmas special and such, stupid Sci-Fi channel.....)

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"Yes maybe we should" agreed Barbara "But can both of us go if we leave the Doctor here?" she didn't think they would be able to get him to go with them yet."

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"We'll go with you Benton," Five volunteered. "That will leave room for others in the helicopter and he can't do much with the bag over his head and such."

Nyssa followed him "Mainly he can't do much with his electronic toys taken away."
 
"What...?" Six blustered in self-righteous disbelief as several beefy UNIT men came in to take him out of the lab. "What is the meaning of this?"

The Brigadier shook his head as the large man was half-dragged, complaining and shouting, down the hall. He turned to Peri. "I do hope you'll forgive me, Miss, but I'll have to place you under observation as well. Just a precaution, you understand, until we can ascertain the true identity of that man."

"But he is the Doctor!" Peri said, spitting out the bun. "I don't understaaaand!"

"Yes, well," the Brigadier said, escorting her out. "I'm sure all will be clear once the real Doctors get back." He ignored her protests; in his opinion it wouldn't take much to deceive this particular companion. His working theory was this supposed 'Doctor' might be a cohort of the Master, or maybe even a very strange version of the Master himself. Maybe his endless desires for world domination had changed to merely dominating the kitchen.

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"You... you don't know me?" Sarah asked, stepping back from Three.

"No, not yet." Four said in serious voice. With a sudden change of mood he turned to his other incarnations. "Well I just got here, are we leaving already?" An enormous grin was across his face.

"We need to get the Master back to UNIT." Jo explained.

"I expect that my sixth incarnation is being useless in the lab but we should check on him." Seven said.

Ten nodded "Knowing me, I agree."

"Who's this one?" Rose asked Nine, motioning to Four.

Zoe walked up to the yellow roadster. "I don't think we can all fit in here." She said. "There's six of us and four seats."

The Master shook his head, trying to get the bag off but it was no use. His failed attempt to escape only made the UNIT men more cautious with gun ready at all times.
 
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"Doctors!" Benton said to the crowd in general. "Is there anything in that barn that needs to be destroyed? We still have our bazooka."

"Oh, no, I think we got everything we needed. By all means, go right ahead!" Two said cheerfully.

"No doubt it would only cause too many questions if left laying about," Three nodded in rare agreement with him.

Benton grinned and signalled to his waiting men. "Bazooka team! Fire at will!"

Everyone gaped with varying expressions as the barn abruptly blew apart into a multitude of red-painted boards and bits of machinery, all roiled in a cloud of old hay.

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"Nicely done, Sergeant," Three said and turned his attention to his car, quickly claiming the driver's seat. "Come along, Jo. Good grief, how many do you expect poor old Bessie to carry? Oh, very well..." The little yellow car was filled to the brim with people as he cranked her engine.

The helicopter lifted up over the trees, setting down near the smoking remains of the barn. "Jamie!" Two shouted over the sound of the blades, seeing Victoria had climbed into that ridiculous yellow car. "Climb in!"
 
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"He's the fourth of me," Nine told Rose, "now come on, we need to get into one of these things if we're going to get to UNIT at all." He pulled her with him and headed toward one of the helicopters.

"Come on then Doctor," said Martha to Ten, "we don't want to get left behind now do we?" she felt she had to stick with her doctor now that Rose was with Nine.



ooc: I got to watch the Christmas special!

Sorry it took me a while to answer, I was on vacation.

But I got to watch some Fourth Doctor while I was gone, I like Harry.
 
Welcome back! Yes - Harry is cool - definitely an underappreciated character, I think.

Benton guided the jeep down the road, pushing the speed limits a bit. Having the Master in his care, even if he was bagged still made him nervous. He hoped Five was still as capable of dealing with Master-induced nonsense as his other versions were - to be honest, he was doubtful...he seemed so congenial and generally nice - but if there was anything Benton had learned over the years, it was to never underestimate the Doctor.

The wind whipped past the open jeep. Benton looked in his mirror and was rather disconcerted to see the smiley-face on the Master's bag was rotating around and around his head as it turned in the wind.

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Victoria frowned as she realized Jamie wasn't going to be with her in the little yellow car, though she had to admit Zoe and Jo weren't that bad for company when they weren't being competition. Three followed the jeep down the muddy track and onto the main road, glancing up as Seven happily shot overhead in the gyrocopter once again.

"I really ought to outfit Bessie with some wings," he mused. "They could fold out from the sides... no, wait. That would make her look like Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang. Maybe just build some kind of jet-car...." Ahead of them the Master's bag-smile disconcertingly kept looking back at them every time it rotated round and round.

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"Looks like everyone's leaving. How are we going to bring the TARDIS with us. I mean, everyone else said that theirs aren't moving so it would only be logical for yours to be broken as well." Sarah said.

"We can hook it up to that helicopter with cables." Four said, motioning to the flying machine that was ready to take off at any moment.

"And us?" Sarah asked. "Don't tell me we're going to hang from cables as well!"

"That would be silly." Four remarked with a grin. "We'll stay inside the TARDIS."

"Oh. Why didn't I think of that." Sarah smiled and stepped inside, letting the Doctor explain things to the pilot.

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Jo was glad to be with only her Doctor again, rather than a plethora of them. Though Bessie was rather crowded with Zoe, Victoria, and Ace, it felt less crowded than it had back at the barn.

"What did they used on that explosion?" Ace asked.

"Bazookas." Jo said, yawning. Her day had been long, though it was only afternoon and the sun was still high.

"It's a pity. There was quite a bit of good equipment in there." Zoe sighed.

"We got what the Doctor said he needed." Ace help up a piece of equipment.

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"Sir," Mike Yates entered the Brigadier's office. "There's news about the Doctor."
 
Jamie sat in the helicopter with the others, clutching the ill-fated rock on his lap - it was pretty heavy and he had to keep shifting it to keep his legs from falling asleep. Two kept looking at it curiously and mumbling, but didn't volunteer to help. Jamie hoped whatever it was that was strange about this rock it wasn't going to be affecting him.

They watched as the helicopter cables were being firmly hooked to the TARDIS and the pilot finally started to lift off, the dark-haired girl and the tall, weirdly bug-eyed Doctor now inside it. He was a strange one, that Doctor, Jamie thought, not that his own Doctor wasn't a little strange sometimes too....

The helicopter lifted up, leaving behind the haze of smoke from the ruined barn and the tiny figures of the UNIT men who were packing up the bazooka and supplies. The blue box dangled neatly beneath it.

"Higher!" Two suddenly called to the pilot. "You'll catch the TARDIS in the trees!"

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ooc: how are Ten, Nine, Rose and Martha getting anywhere?

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Five found the spinning of the paper bag on the Master's head a bit disconcerting as well as distracting, but not quite as distracting as a TARDIS attached to the bottom of a helicopter and practically being driven into the trees.

Nyssa looked back to see what Five was looking at, "what do they think they're doing? They're going to have to lift up much higher if they're going anywhere with the TARDIS swinging from the bottom, there were some higher trees earlier on too and they'll be sure to run into those as well."

"Well let's hope they notice that," Five agreed, "there's not much we can do from down here. Unless you can contact them from down here Benton?"
 
ooc: It's up to you! :p Some are probably in the helicopter (at least two) and someone could be in Bessie (which is overfull) - I suppose someone could even have potentially talked their way into Four's TARDIS, though it's unlikely he'd want to let himself in, Sarah-Jane might be sympathetic.

Benton glanced at the vibrating, hand-drawn smiley, which was looking straight at him, and found Five's request a welcome distraction from this other distraction. "Yes sir," he said and reached for the radio.

"Trap One to Eggbeater, Trap One to Eggbeater...over."

There was a pause then static. "Pffssss.... Eggbeater....ssss.... we read."

"Eggbeater, you're too low! The Doc's box is going to hit the trees, over!" The paper smiley slowly rotated around until it seemed to be looking back at the helicopter. It would have been eerie except it kept going around until the Master appeared to be smiling at Nyssa instead.

"Pssssffff....cable....sssst...trees....zzzfffff." came the garbled reply. It sounded like several voices were all talking up there.
 
ooc: I can do a couple of those then :D

Nyssa moved the bag so it was facing back again and held it there, she'd had enough of its spinning.

"Thank you Nyssa," said Five a bit distractedly as he tried to decipher what they were saying on the radio.

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Nine lost Rose somewhere in the shuffle and ended up squeezed in the jeep, which he did not think he was going to enjoy. The crowd of girls was not his first choice of fellow passengers.

Martha meanwhile had also lost Ten, assuming he would find Rose, and had talked her way into Four's TARDIS which she was now regretting.
 
Rose looked down at the TARDIS from the helicopter that she had some how ended up on. She was glad that at least one of her Doctors was with her, and wondered about the other.

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Four abruptly opened the doors and leaned out. "Higher!" He shouted to the helicopter. He put his hand to his head to stop his hat from flying away. His scarf, coat, and hair flew chaotically around him.

"Sarah," He said, as there was no action.

Sarah went over to the door and shouted with him. "HIGHER! HIGHER!" They both shouted as loud as they could. The helicopter rose just in time to stop them from hitting a tree. The bottom of the TARDIS scrapped across the top of it.

The Doctor waved up at the pilot and then closed the doors again.

"We were nearly crashed into those trees." Sarah said, leaning with on hand on the console. She leaned over and picked up a few twigs that had ended up inside.
 
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Martha stood by them once the doors had closed, truthfully UNIT hadn't changed all that much over the years but she hoped her UNIT was more competent than that.
 
"Well, that was a near thing now, wasn't it?" Two said, watching over the edge so intently that Jamie reached out his free hand to grab at his coattails lest he tip right out.

Jamie looked over at Rose a bit self-consciously. "He needs lookin' after sometimes," he explained, firming his grip on the coat. Two, his dark hair flying about madly, didn't even notice.

"Not even a scratch. Well, not too many anyway," he called back into the helicopter, as if this should've been of great concern to all of them.

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Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart had just sat down to rest his feet a moment and finally finish his now-cold cup of coffee when he glanced out the window of his office and groaned. In the distance it was plain to see there was not only a small helicopter and a large helicopter, but the larger one had a very familiar blue box dangling beneath it.

"Oh no. Not another one..." he said and swigged an aspirin down with his coffee. That psuedo-Doctor in the holding cell downstairs had yet to let up with his long, blustering, insulted lectures and the Brigadier had finally pretended he had work to do just to get away from it for a while, sending poor Captain Yates to deal with the multicoloured maniac in his stead.

"Well, at least we'll soon have an answer about whether he's the Master or not," he said to himself. "Gads, what a day."

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Mike stood by the cell attempting to ignore the multi-coloured man's ranting and contradictions. "If you could please be quite for just a minute it would much appreciated." He finally said, ears tiered of hearing what the man had to say.

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Four looked at the scanner and smiled. "We're well above the trees now." He noticed only at that time that there was another passenger aboard. "Oh hello. Have we met? What are you doing here?" He said, striding over to the young girl who stood by the wall.

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The Master leaned toward Nyssa. "It's rather stuffy under this bag and I'm afraid I'm having quite a hard time breathing." He said quietly, coughing in a small way as not to let Five hear. "Perhaps you could let this bag off of me. For only a moment of course. We wouldn't want anything to happen and I am sure that our friend here would disapprove. I won't harm you."

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"Hasn't changed much." Rose laughed. She glanced over the side at the dangling police box. "Does he ever do that thing where he won't tell you where your going, though he knows himself, and then leaves it to your to guess?" She asked.
 
Jamie laughed at that. "Know where he's going? Him?"

"I heard that!" Two grumbled as he sat back in his seat again. "And I do too know where I'm going, at least where I intend to go. Usually. Don't listen to him, my dear."

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"Be quiet for a minute?!" Six exclaimed, his voice echoing around the cinderblock walls of the holding cell. "Be QUIET for a minute?! Here you've locked me up for absolutely no reason, you've accused and vastly insulted me with the worst case of mistaken identity that my poor ears have ever had the audacity to receive, you've allowed my pot-pie to go cold and all you can say is you want me to be QUIET for a MINUTE?!" He marched up and down the tiny room indignantly. "WELL, I can see UNIT hasn't changed one whit! Are you planning to shoot me as well? Would make as much sense as the rest of this. A dozen regenerations of the Master could be lurking around these walls right now and what do you do? You lock ME up. ME!! Hello? Your OWN Scientific Advisor? The one who can stop him? Are you listening? I don't think you're listening to me... Captain Yates, take your fingers out of your ears this instant, I'm TALKING to you...!"
 
The Master leaned toward Nyssa. "It's rather stuffy under this bag and I'm afraid I'm having quite a hard time breathing." He said quietly, coughing in a small way as not to let Five hear. "Perhaps you could let this bag off of me. For only a moment of course. We wouldn't want anything to happen and I am sure that our friend here would disapprove. I won't harm you."
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Nyssa had been ignoring the Master but she couldn't help but notice his comment about finding it difficult to breathe. She knew the Master couldn't be trusted but she could understand how it would be hard to breathe under that bag. Rolling her eyes she loosened the bottom of the bag.

"And that's it, there is no way on this earth or any other that I'm taking that bag off anymore." She hissed at him, glancing at Five who was talking to Benton to see if he had noticed.
 
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