May 19 2010, 04:33 PM
[[double post sanctioned by Darkblade. The majority of episode done in PM so posting here as one post instead of several small ones with Harryb412's permission.]]
Special 1 ~ The Tenth Doctor Dies
A scrawny chap in a brown-and-blue pinstripe suit hopped about excitedly around a circular room with a giant pillar and control center in the middle of it, "What did she do to me? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, THINK!" He grabbed a sledgehammer and banged the control pillar, "Come on, you worthless thing... give me some answers! What did she do?!"
He pulled out a smallish silver thing with a blue tip and held it out in front of him, the blue tip pointing toward him, and pressed a button. A high pitched whirring sound emitted from the silver thing and he ran it nearly the full length of his body, hit another button which made the rod extend, and then muttered, "Oh, that doesn't do me any good." Nearly snarling, he thrust the rod toward a screen on the control pillar and the whirring began again. As results appeared on the screen, the man's face drew tight and he sunk into a seat, "No... no, no, no.... I-I can't... I have to..." his jaw tightened and he jumped out of the seat--pressing buttons and moving levers almost immediately. The circular room was filled with loud noises and began to buck, "say good bye. After all... it won't be me anymore... I don't know who I'll be."
"Had a bit too much celebrating?"
"Something like that, yeah..." he nearly fell to his knees.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah... no, I'm--I'm fine. You get on."
"By--by the way... what year is it?"
"I... I think it will be a great year for you."
The girl smiled and left and he was left alone--again. Steps heavy and vision blurring, he made his way to a blue box and stepped through the doors into the circular room, tossed his overcoat to the side, and fell to the ground, "I'm not ready," and exploded into light.
Within the light, the man changed form--his features became slightly more delicate, his hair slightly longer and darker... and when it stopped--he was someone new. Standing, this new person placed felt the new face with new hands, "Well... that's... that doesn't feel quite right but..." and took a step toward the closet and froze, "WHAT'S THIS NOW?!" moving the new hands to the new chest. "That is just NOT RIGHT! How--how am I--is this even possible? I can't turn into a--a.... a GIRL." Patting her hands on her entire body, the once-man continued toward the closet in a frenzied sort of manner, muttering about the wrongness of the change.
A couple of hours later, she came out in somewhat baggy jeans, a loose-fitting tshirt, a rather eccentric tie, and a blazer, "Thank goodness I forgot that bag of Donna's... at least I'm not completely unsupported. Now then, beauteous TARDIS... distract me. Take me somewhere magnificent."
Episode 1 ~ Zombie's Pulse
William walked down the deserted road, wondering where everyone was and then deciding it didn't particularly bother him. His music blasting from the large green headphones kept him from hearing the lifeless figures who shuffled close behind until, that is, there was a silence between the song end of one song and the start of the other.
Will looked over his shoulder and saw about 10 or so people shuffling towards him, they didn't look alive, but then... How are they moving? Will thought to himself.
He stopped walking and waited for the 'people' to catch up, not bothering to try and talk to them, he could see that they would not respond. When one of the lifeless figures were close enough it lunged at Will, trying to grab him. Will stepped back a little and saw the figure flop onto the floor and slowly get back up.
William is hard to surprise, and this only left him a tiny bit surprised, he decided he didn't want to be lunged at again and quickly started to walk back to his home.
The blue box landed in a clearing full of people. Its inhabitant exited in a flurry of excitement and ran into a boy with headphones, "Well, now, what are you in such a hurry f-" then the shuffling noise caught her attention, "Oh... well, this... seems familiar. Why is it always zombies or... or possessed people or... manikins? Every new regeneration, it seems." She yanked one earphone out of the boy's ear, "Alright then, follow me. Run. No stupid questions. Everything I say. Got it? Good. Come along then," and took his wrist before breaking into a sprint toward the nearest building.
William didn't have much time to think as he was yanked away by the strange, and seemingly hyper, woman. He tried to get his legs up to speed with the woman's so he didn't trip every few steps, but he was distracted by trying to hold his headphones where they should be, on his head.
Will didn't know what was more confusing, the shuffling not-quite-alive people or the blue box that appeared out of no where or the woman who cam hurtling out.
The confused boy didn't have enough time to see what building he was just dragged into, but judging by the inside it was some sort of office building.
"Where are we?" Will finally decided to ask.
"Not a clue. I'm a visitor. How would I have any idea? Now then... what do you know? Is anyone else talking and no--" there was a bang against the door. "Right then... head toward the back." She pulled out the rod with the blue light and pointed it at the door, running it along the door frame.
Will seemed to ignore, or possibly forget about, the womans questions and replaced them with his own: "What are you doing?" He asked.
"I have absolutely no idea. Why aren't you doing what I said? Either go do what I said or answer a torrent of questions you don't seem to have any chance at actually answering considering you are all but glued to your--what do they call them this century?" she peeked outside and muttered, "let's see.... Spring of 2010..." and returned to normal volume, "an MP3."
William decided that it was best to do as he was told and so went to the back of the room.
"Should I head out the back of the building?" He asked, but not seeming to get a response from the strange woman, who was still involved with zapping the door with the strange rod. "Hello?"
Will heard a what sounded like someone tripping over on the floor above, "I don't think we are the only ones in here." He informed the woman.
The woman turned, finished with the door, "Well of course we aren't. More fun that way!" She ran back toward the young man's voice and, seeing him skidded to a stop and turned her jovial, slightly manic gaze on him, "Right then--what's your name?"
"Urm, W-Will, William Harben" Will said, he then hurried to the door at the back of the room "I think it is best we leave" He says after hearing more noise from the floor above, At this point he had switched from his headphones to his earphones, with only one in his ear so he could listen to the woman and whatever else may be around. "And what is your name?" He asks the woman.
"You can call me the Doctor. Now... Will--are you ready to run?" a crooked smile exploded across her face and she grabbed his hand and burst into a run, pulling him joltingly along behind her until such time that he got his head together and ran with her.
Will started to run behind the Doctor, dodging past desks and chairs whilst wondering where everyone was.
"Why are we running, if those... People seem to be shuffling?" William finally decided to ask as they started to get near the back of the building.
"Ooh~ they only seem like they're shuffling. Kind of like turtles, zombies--deceptively quick with a mean, gummy bite. AH! A door!" she thrust her free arm out with the rod and a high pitched sound emitted from it again... the lock on the door exploding a bit, "Magnificent! Come along, Will."
"But turtles are always slow, aren't they?" Will then considered how the Doctor had arrived next to him and decided to change his question "Unless you've seen different turtles?"
As they burst through the final door of the building the light blinded Will for a second until his sight had adjusted, they seemed to be in an empty alleyway except it was full at one end with what the Doctor described as "Zombies"
"Oh, now, Will... there are loads of turtles. As I said deceptively quick." The Doctor winked and began running toward the other end of the alleyway as the "zombies" let out a collective moan. "Alright, Will--have anywhere to go? An enclosed space with a computer and only one entrance? And a mirrar. I need a mirrar."
"Well, yeah, if you don't count windows as entrances.." Will replied "But why a mirror?" He followed the Doctor as they ran betweedn the buildings away from the zombies.
"Nope. Can't have windows. Even a monkey could get in a window if it tried hard enough. I've seen it happen. Granted... it was a purple monkey from Trandel VI but... it is a monkey... but I suppose if you don't have anywhere without windows... do you have tomato paste?"
"Tomato paste?" Will questioned "I think so.. Why?" The Doctor and William left the alleys and stood facing a road "Which way?"
"Which way?! Are you mental? We're going to your house, aren't we. I don't know the way. Come on, lad! Use that brain! Tomato, paste, place to hide, and a mirrar. Lead on or I'm just gonna keep talking
As interested as Will was to hear what the Doctor had to say he started to lead left towards his house, hoping that there were no "zombies" blocking their path. Luckily there wasn't and William's house became visible in the distance.
The Doctor followed Will into his dorm and began hopping about with her blue-shining rod, waving it over the windows, doorknob, and vents. Finally, she turned back to Will, "Tomato paste? Where is it? And do you have any fish?"
"Tomato paste?" Cupboard, somewhere. Kitchen." Will pointed through the kitchen door. "Fish'll be in the freezer if there is any." William was confused "What do you need them for anyway?"
The Doctor grabbed the tomato paste, smeared a whole bunch on the window, then some on her face, and thrust the jar into William's hands, "Your turn! Freezer, you said? Are they raw fish or the lovely little fried fingers?"
"Urm, I'm not sure, probably fried fingers, maybe both" William stood shocked at what the Doctor had done to the window, and herself he then dared to ask "My turn for what?"
"Smear some on your face!" she called back, opening the freezer door and pulling out some fried fingers to cook. "These things are just delicious... and I'm FAMISHED. Changing always does that to me. But this one was major." She turned back to see him still confused, "Do I have to smear it for you? Come on! Quick... in case they aren't swayed by the sauce on the windows. I just wish I could put some on the door...."
"But... Really? On my face?" William stood, almost too shocked to move. "Tomato paste... My face?" Will shook his head "Nope, nuh-uh."
The Doctor sighed, walked up to Will and smeared tomato paste on his face, "There, now we're both properly safer. Next time, do what I say. No stupid question. Mirrar?" There was a thud on the door downstairs, "That's... probably not good. Do you have a heavy duty water gun? And before they get up here... where's the mirrar?"
Will stood there stunned. "Th-the mirror is.. Err, in the bathroom." William said pointing. He peeked downstairs out the window to see if he could spot whatever was bashing the door, unfortunately the angle made it so he couldn't.
"What do you need a mirror for anyway?"
The Doctor headed toward the bathroom, "I haven't seen this face yet. Can't save the world not even knowing my own face, now can I? Now then... how long has this~ Oh.... that's--huh.... thick eyebrows..." she placed her hands on her boobs, "and those are big... bigger than I'd figured. How long have people been zombies? And why weren't you affected?" She spun on her heels, "Do you have telly? Or internet?"
"I'm not sure, I first noticed the, uh, zombies around the time you... Appeared." William spun around as the Doctor checked herself out, "There is a computer in my room." Will pointed to a door opposite the bathroom.
William thought for a second, and then asked: "Why haven't you seen your face yet?"
The Doctor headed toward the door, "I already said that I changed... that's why I'm hungry. Would you check the fish fingers? Is there a password?" she sat down at the computer and pressed the on button to get it out of standby mode.
William tapped in the password then went off to check the fish fingers, he took them and put them on a plate "They seem to be done." He said as he placed the plate in front of the Doctor.
"So what do you mean by 'changed'?"
The Doctor took the fish fingers, began eating them, and tapping away at the computer, speaking with mouth half-full of fish fingers, "Well, you see, I am supposed to a man and there was a terrible accident so~ oh... here we are. Will, do me a favor..." the Doctor pulled out a splitter and handed it to Will, "plug me in."
Will plugged the Doctor in before what the Doctor had said sunk in, then it hit him.
"You're supposed to be a man?" William was confused "Sounds like a bad accident."
The Doctor put on Will's extra set of headphones with one side off his ear, "Right then... Will, turn up the music... keep one ear phone in--the other one out." She pulled out the rod again and pointed it at the computer, moving it in a counterclockwise circular motion. As she did this a zombie appeared at the window and knocked on it, "Ah... perfect timing." A gravely, high-pitched whir emitted from the computer speakers, "Don't worry if you get a bit dizzy... I'm sure that's possibly to be expected." Outside, the zombie fell away from the window, "Ah... lovely. I think I just rezombified him. Any guesses as to what this means, Will?"
William was confused for a sec, but answered anyway. "It means that they can... Er.. Be rezombified?"
Will looked at what was going on with the computer and decided that it confused him more than not seeing what the Doctor doing. "So, what is it that you are doing exactly?"
"There was a two hour broadcast of that whir. Everyone--in the world, I think... except for you were affected. Do you wear those in the shower? So... the untapped music is what shields you.... and you don't even have to be completely shielded." The zombies reached the door and began banging, "Alright, Will... are you up for a little experiment?"
"I guess I am, it isn't as if I have anything to do..." William wondered what kind of experiment and how the Doctor figured out what had happened so quickly, "Oh, and I don't wear these in the shower." He said pointing at his headphones.
"How'd you figure that there was a broadcast?"
"Mmm... it's still saved in your computer's memory... see there--" the Doctor pointed to the screen without looking at it. He'd brought up a command screen filled to the brim with code. "Now then... Will, just in case... put both headphones in." She pointed the rod at the computer's speakers--each in turn--and secured the headphones on her own head and pressed a button. Classical music with an undertone of similar sound to the zombification sound blasted from the speakers and several thuds were heard outside.
The Doctor grinned and leaped out of the computer chair, shouting, "Stay back from the door, Will... and keep the headphones on!" and she opened the door....
In the hallway, nearly twenty people slumbered peacefully in a pile. She squatted beside them and pulled a stethoscope from her blazer pocket. She listened to a few of the people's hearts and looked at a few irises, "Their hearts are speeding back up to normal... and they're satisfactorily lucid for slumberers. Now we just need to get across town."
Will stepped carefully over the sleeping people and he and the Doctor left the building.
"So where are we heading now?" William asked as he followed the Doctor across the town, almost struggling to keep up with the Doctor's quick pace at the same time as putting his spare earphones in his pocket.
"Broadcast station. We were only able to cure those people at the door.... and I don't know if those responsible for this are still watching. There might be a new broadcast at any time..." she glanced to the right and thrust a hand behind her, "Take my hand, Will... and RUN!"
William did as he was told and began to run, just about keeping his headphones on his head and turning the music down so he could listen out for further instructions, "And where may this station be?" Will asked. "Because I, honestly, have no idea."
Will looked around and saw that nothing was after them, "Why are we running? Nothing is chasing us..."
The Doctor merely pointed up where countless zombies had made it to roofs and a few had apparently been changed while cleaning windows or painting high up walls, "They can jump. The station is across town, like I said. Handy-dandy screwdriver will lead the way!" Saying this, she took out the rod and turned it on, pressed a few buttons then grinned and began running faster, following the screwdriver's blips.
"But if they jump won't they die?" Will asked as he got pulled along even faster, this time almost dropping his headphones which he clung on to for dear life.
Right now he was confused about many things, like the Doctor's strange rod. And how an accident could be so strange as to turn a man into a woman, but it was mainly why -and how- everyone was turned into zombies.
He didn't know which to ask about so he kept running.
"Nah, zombies are like cats. They'll land on their feet and keep lumbering quickly after us." They ran for some time before she exclaimed, "AH! We'll have to take a detour..." an army of zombies had appeared in their way. spinning on her heels, the Doctor turned toward a nearby alleyway and the screwdriver began whirring at a much higher pitch than comfortable, "I know, I know! But we can't go that way! The tomato paste is beginning to dry!"
William thought for a second and then asked "How exactly is tomato paste helping us against the zombies anyway?"
He dodged litter and bins as the pair raced through the alley, zombies trailing behind -and above.
"And how far away is the station?"
"Oh, it terrifies them... like blood they can't digest. And depending on the type of zombies... tomato can make their tummies explode. Rather disgusting... a pain to wash out of your hair. But they've all grown smarter! No more exploding tummies. Isn't that magnificent?" She shook the screwdriver and looked at it, "About 9 blocks... not that far when running for your life. Good exercise!"
William kept running, not far until him and the Doctor reached the station. "I guess it is... No more dead people. How many zombies have you dealt with before then?" Will asked, assuming that the Doctor was expierenced in this sort of thing.
"Oh, I've lost count over the years... somewhere around... 100.... yeah, 100 encounters. Maybe a 100 times a 100. But really, no time to tally, figuring out my experience! There's been so much and I'm not always sure what to classify things... AH! BACK ON TRACK! Those zombies are no match for us. Don't you worry, Will. And get that tomato paste off your face. you look simply ridiculous." At some point while they were running and she was talking, the Doctor had completely wiped away the now useless tomato paste.
William wiped off the tomato paste with his shirt and caught up with the Doctor who had got a little ahead and was already at the broadcast station.
"I guess we go inside now then?" Will asked the Doctor.
"No, Will, we stand on the roof with foil on our heads and wish with all our might that everyone hears the pretty music and is spared being zombies. We go in a side door," the Doctor bolted to the side of the building, whipped out her screwdriver, and seemingly exploded a door. Propping it open ever so slightly for him to follow behind, she ran on into the main broadcast room and began messing about with the equipment--sometimes by messing with switches and knobs... but mostly with her odd, glowing, noisy screwdriver.
William was unsure what to do at this stage so he decided to look around the broadcast room, but finding nothing that seemed terribly interesting. Until, that is, he saw a strange bleeping device in the corner of the room.
"Err, Doctor!" He called. "You might want to see this!"
The Doctor looked up for a second to check out the strange bleeping device, "Yes, yes, Will... I expected that'd be here--it's what they used to break in and transmit. Why don't you step back now... and come over here. We don't want to draw any early attention to ourselves by messing with that thing... it might set off an alarm. You didn't touch it, right?"
May 25 2010, 10:34 PM
((For everyone's reference--Kisuke's character, Oguri, is not there. We will completely ignore its attempts to talk to us if Kisuke keeps Oguri awake and of sound mind as he is right now. I've PMed and gotten no response. Kisuke, change the post. If you refuse to do so, this counts as an in-RP warning. You are, at the moment, power-playing--ignoring the environmental rules of the RP. If you would like to PM me back about how it would be possible for your character to have survived the Zombie Pulse like Will did, then do so--until then, you are breaking the rules of the episode... and therefore roleplaying in general.))
The Doctor was turning knobs, flipping switches, pressing buttons, and using her screwdriver on computer screens seemingly at random... but within just a few minutes, she exclaimed, "AH HAH!" and classical music with an automated undertone began to play, "You hear that, Will? That is the sound of LIBERATION! Magnificent~! I brilliant. Of course... now whoever did it in the first place is probably going to be angry. I always kind of like it when they get angry. I get use my stern tone and stern face." the Doctor demonstrated her stern face then broke into a grin. "Look at the shiny, beautiful, bleeping... thingy over there... it's~ well, I think it's more than a broadcaster. Perhaps a transport? 'Cause you see--it's changed. MAGNIFICENT. That's interesting." She hopped over the panel built into the circular desk and ran over to the bleeping device. She dropped to a squat in front of it and felt its entire surface, "Ooh... and it's cooling down... transportation devices don't normally do that... do they? Will, what do you think?" Without waiting for an answer, she licked the device then clenched her teeth and pulled away, "Don't think I want to know where that thing's been.... Right, so... my earlier assessment of stay away was most probably a good one. Will, get down... hide behind the desk. It might not have a nose... though, if it has really good ears... it would hear that music you're always playing. Maybe the supply closet? No~ it still might have a nose... perhaps even a good one... then it would still smell you and just be more angry that I'm hiding you. Right, stand beside me, then. Turn off the music... and try to look brave. Like you know what you're doing... and have the faintest idea who I am. Got it?"