• THE DOCTOR LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS •
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Christmas Eve. 2009.

But! Through all his travels in space and time, he still hadn't quite figured out what Christmas was for exactly. Except as a yearly excuse for turkey, too much wine, and plum pudding (all of which the Doctor approved of). This year, though, as he strode the streets on this wonderful Christmas Eve, the Doctor decided he would figure out exactly what Christmas was all about.
This may or may not have included use of a intergalactic manipulative detector and a full pack of radio stellar isotopian crystals. Oh, and a cup of hot chocolate. In a festively-coloured cup.
There was a lovely light snow, and the Doctor grinned madly at the stars. Christmas. This year, he was going to figure out what it was all about.
OOC: Open thread, feel free to tag in as if your character is a passerby or as if your character is a long-standing companion! I'll be working on this thread up until the New Year, most likely! Everyone from any verse (or no verse!) is welcome, just let me know if you'd prefer it from a community or specific universe! And, for this thread, threadhopping is totally welcome!
Happy Holidays, everyone! &hearts
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- exercise: open thread,
- featuring: alan jackson,
- featuring: alice carter,
- featuring: brigitta,
- featuring: captain james "jim" kirk,
- featuring: donna noble,
- featuring: dorothy gale,
- featuring: father christmas,
- featuring: gabriel gray/sylar,
- featuring: hiro nakumura,
- featuring: josephine "jo" grant,
- featuring: lucy saxon,
- featuring: martha jones,
- featuring: romanadvoratrelundar,
- featuring: rose tyler,
- featuring: the master,
- topic: silly human holidays,
- verse [active]: 00: open
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He gestured back to the device, just in time for it to beep loudly once again. Oh, not good.
"Sending out and taking back in," the Doctor said, his voice worried once again. "Draining the whole area of psychic energy. Not good. On a grand enough scale it could render the human race of their consciousness."
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He blinked several times. Psychic energy was where he was about to start lagging behind somewhat.
"But... but that's practically criminal!" he yelped. "You telling me that if that thing beeps enough times, everyone's going to just keel over unconscious? What about people who are driving cars or buses? Or the airline pilots? People could get killed! Oh, God, Maria."
He pulled out his mobile and instantly started dialing Maria. If she and Chrissie were off driving somewhere back home...
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He took a breath and nodded. "We haven't got a lot of time, but we've got the right tools, and just a bit of genius----I am here, after all---so we should be all right. But we can't wait."
He pointed down the path towards the UN building. "This way," he said. "Ready to run, Mr. Jackson?"
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Then it came to him. "Give me half a minute!" he exclaimed, sending the automatic text message he and Maria had come up with together, adding a quick command to stay indoors and read a book until she heard from him again.
Having done what he could to secure his daughter's safety, he turned to the Doctor. "Let's go."
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