Spiral Static {Birthday Event}
Mar 6, 2014 21:34:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 21:34:40 GMT -5
It had been meant to be a simple stop. Visit an old friend he'd not seen for at least the last two regenerations, sip some tea, laugh about old times, and be on his merry way. But wouldn't you just know it? Nothing ever goes the way The Doctor plans. Ever. For starters, they had arrived nearly six thousand years after he'd meant to, secondly, the area seemed to be experiencing some form of apocalyptic winter. Either that or he'd gotten the time of year wrong as well. And to make matters worse, the moment he stepped out of the TARDIS with Fitz close behind him, he felt a powerful stabbing pain hit him right in the calf. Snake Bite.
Normally, he'd just retreat into the zero room and give himself a dose of anti-venom, but there was a complication. The snake that had bit him, he'd never encountered before. It was the result of thousands of years of evolution and any antidote he might had had would be obsolete by now. So, he was left with no option but to send Fitz out to collect a list of herbs to counteract the venom. But all he could give him was a list of ingredients, what each herb looked like and an old extremely outdated map to guide him. The Doctor then promptly went into a hibernation state, slowing the rate of venom traveling through his system.
Tristain was not the adventurous sort. He was perfectly content to just sit at home watching The Wizard of Oz, or baking like a manly little diva, or even trying to help Rowan in her super secret but not really so secret lab. While he didn't understand half of what she was talking about, he loved to watch his sister work with the plants and flowers and herbs. She was brilliant and nothing would convince him otherwise.
Today was not much more different for him. He was bored and no amount 'Judy Garland' therapy was helping. So he went to pester his sister. He walked up to the book case and tugged on the book that made the book case slide to one side and he made his way into the damp cellar. Rowan was no where to be found. He pouted slightly. She was probably off running around with that John person. He wasn't jealous. Not really.. Okay maybe a little. But he was more lonely now that he realized he had the house to himself.
He found their dad's old Vortex Manipulator sitting on Rowan's lab table and he picked it up and turned it over in his hand. He remembered the last time he and his sister had messed with it. Things hadn't turned out so badly. Maybe just a teensy tiny little smidgen of an adventure wouldn't hurt.... right? Wrong. As he tapped in a random assortment of buttons, trying to mimic what he'd seen his sister do once, there was a bright flash and suddenly everything was cold and windy and he immediately curled himself into a little ball. He was NOT dressed for cold weather. “There's no place like home! There's no place like home!” he cried, trying to click his heels.
Normally, he'd just retreat into the zero room and give himself a dose of anti-venom, but there was a complication. The snake that had bit him, he'd never encountered before. It was the result of thousands of years of evolution and any antidote he might had had would be obsolete by now. So, he was left with no option but to send Fitz out to collect a list of herbs to counteract the venom. But all he could give him was a list of ingredients, what each herb looked like and an old extremely outdated map to guide him. The Doctor then promptly went into a hibernation state, slowing the rate of venom traveling through his system.
Elsewhere in time..
Tristain was not the adventurous sort. He was perfectly content to just sit at home watching The Wizard of Oz, or baking like a manly little diva, or even trying to help Rowan in her super secret but not really so secret lab. While he didn't understand half of what she was talking about, he loved to watch his sister work with the plants and flowers and herbs. She was brilliant and nothing would convince him otherwise.
Today was not much more different for him. He was bored and no amount 'Judy Garland' therapy was helping. So he went to pester his sister. He walked up to the book case and tugged on the book that made the book case slide to one side and he made his way into the damp cellar. Rowan was no where to be found. He pouted slightly. She was probably off running around with that John person. He wasn't jealous. Not really.. Okay maybe a little. But he was more lonely now that he realized he had the house to himself.
He found their dad's old Vortex Manipulator sitting on Rowan's lab table and he picked it up and turned it over in his hand. He remembered the last time he and his sister had messed with it. Things hadn't turned out so badly. Maybe just a teensy tiny little smidgen of an adventure wouldn't hurt.... right? Wrong. As he tapped in a random assortment of buttons, trying to mimic what he'd seen his sister do once, there was a bright flash and suddenly everything was cold and windy and he immediately curled himself into a little ball. He was NOT dressed for cold weather. “There's no place like home! There's no place like home!” he cried, trying to click his heels.
[ooc-@fitz]