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[rude_not_ginger]

Right, so the Doctor was becoming increasingly aware of how very bad he was at steering. Or, at least, how very bad the TARDIS was at listening to his steering directions. He did say he wanted to go to Corsicroz Minor, but, instead, he found they had landed somewhere else.

"It's Saturday, at least," he said, pulling on his coat. He glanced at the screen on the console, then tossed the coat aside. "Temperature's at a lovely 40 degrees---um, that's around 98 degrees for you two---and the radiation's good, atmosphere's good. Should be quite nice out."

He looked over to his companions, trying for a 'this is an improvement' grin. He was looking forward to Corsicroz, but, really, a new and exciting place? So much better.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Wait!" the Doctor calls. He nearly stumbles into the alley wall, but catches himself. The person, creature, whatever, has already run almost the whole length of the alley.

"How'd he get so far?" he mutters aloud. Now, the Doctor is a lot of things and not all of them are good, but stupid is not one of them. This looks like it could be a trap. Gated fence on the other side, no escape along the walls. Not even a fire escape. By himself, he'd go ahead without a hesitation. But he's not alone this time, and they could get hurt.

He controls his curiosity for another couple of seconds, then darts down the street, past the alley, cutting along the other side of the building to hopefully cut whoever it was off.

[willrevile.livejournal.com]

Jim's sure he could clear that fence, but who knows about the other two. So, it's not human, and it's either not alive (machine? manifestation? projection?), or it's capable of avoiding detection. "It's leading us somewhere," he muses aloud, mostly to himself.

He still follows, but now he's looking up, at the building windows and the rooftops, for movement or reflections, or-- there. He stops, and whatever shadow he saw in a window high above them darts away.

"Hey!" Jim calls after the Doctor, now. "Heads up, we're being watched!"

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh something's happened here, alright. The streets Dorothy's shoes pound against as she runs (as silently as she can) are cracked and uneven, as if an earthquake hit just this one single street somehow, as if something from below somehow pushed up through it. As if this all wasn't unsettling enough.

She very nearly skids to a stop at Jim's warning. Watched? She feels nothing. There isn't a single living person aside from herself, the Doctor and Jim for as far as she can sense, and they're being watched. Robots? Some kind of life form she doesn't recognize? That's a very slim chance. And yet.

Seeing the Doctor cut around the building, Dorothy runs blind down the alley, attempting to box the... creature in. There's a tall fence at the end, shut, but she figures she can climb it in less than five seconds, so it's worth giving it a shot, even if the thing bolts. It speaks a lot to her respect for Jim's job description that she just assumes he'll follow her-- tactically, it's the best choice. Unless he can somehow get a vantage point from above, that's where he'll go, she thinks. All assumptions, naturally, but that's how things usually work in the TARDIS. You just need to have faith.