RP for vote4nathan

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After this.

"Behave!" The Doctor slammed his fist against the console, and the rickety machine finally settled down its racket, twisting the correct way down the Time Vortex, towards New York, 2007.

Nathan Petrelli's campaign headquarters? He could settle somewhere around there. That would be good, be easy for the other man to find the ship and also get him back without much of a question as to where he'd gone.

He materialized the TARDIS in the alley next to the campaign headquarters and grinned. Perfect landing. Smooth, without fault.

Beep. Beep.

Well, almost no fault.

Time disruption on this planet? Time being folded in on itself? No, that must've just been a computer error. The Doctor shrugged on his coat and stepped out, heading for the front door of the campaign office with a lopsided grin on his face.

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Nathan wasn't sure how to prepare for a... this. Part of him felt that Peter should be here too since he'd actually been the one to talk him into this via his quick IM conversation with him over the computer.

Peter: Go. You will thank me later.
Peter: And remember everything so you can tell me
Nathan: Go to another planet and be back before the election? This man is clearly insane
Peter: Go. Trust me
Peter: I trust you all the time. Now trust me. go
Nathan: I could see if you could go too... *shakes head* Go WHERE? You cannot travel to another planet and time. It's impossible,
Peter: Just do ti
Peter: Go or I will wobble lip you
Nathan: That isn't fair. You know I can't resist that.
Peter: Yup and for once I'm using it
Peter: If it were for me I wouldn't but it's for you so I'm using it without guilt
Peter: *begins with the wobble lip*
Nathan: This is insane. If I'm not home tonight, I'll hear it from Heidi and then mom. Do you realize that?
Peter: If you're not home tonight I'll cover for you
Peter: But I'm pretty sure you'll be home tonight
Nathan: Fine. But it isn't going to work. Different planets... And the wobble lip is stupid.
Nathan: I'm going
Peter: I'll call them tell them I'm having a psychotic break and I need you. Mom isn't gonna touch it because she's afraid she's the reason for the psychotic break and Heidi will be afraid to find out the truth.
Peter; Good. Remember EVERYTHING and I expect a full report when you get back
Peter: And by full I mean get your ass over here. We have whiskey to drink and you have things to tell me.
Nathan: Right, cause I'm not leaving really. I'll see you for dinner tonight.
Peter: I'll order Thai

He pulled on his overcoat over the suit he had on and straightened his tie. "Hold my calls. I'm going out for a moment. Just some fresh air, guys. I'll be back." He assured the two able bodied security guards before they could protest his going alone.

He could barely believe he was doing this. Grabbing his sunglasses from the inside pocket of his coat, he slipped them on as he walked out onto the sidewalk. His eyes narrowed as he scanned around the immediate area.

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The Doctor's face split into a grin at the slight of the other man stepping out of the building.

"Nathan Petrelli?" he asked with a grin, "I'm the Doctor, we spoke?"

He glanced down at his watch, "Don't mean to rush, but there's not a lot of time. Come on, this way----"

He immediately started bounding down the sidewalk, in the direction of a rather mysterious blue police box that sat nestled in the alleyway.

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Nathan glanced at the door to his campaign headquarters and then squared his jaw and hurried after the Doctor. "We're in a hurry?" He asked once he caught up to him.

He'd been down this street many times and had never seen the blue box... especially in an alley. "What is this?"

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The Doctor put a loving hand on the outside of the box and beamed, "It's my ship," he said, "It's a disguise, do you like it?"

He pulled the TARDIS key out of his pocket and opened the door, "As for time, well, there's a very important star about to burn up that I think you wouldn't want to miss. Come on."

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Nathan eyed the box skeptically and nodded slightly. Just what I thought, insane.

He stepped into the box, amazed at what he saw inside. He looked back out to the city street, stepped back out to look at the box and then stepped inside again. "This is..." He shook his head and then lifted his eyebrows concedingly. "A space ship? How does it do that?"

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The Doctor gave his head a scratch, "Just some time-spacial distortion. Like when you put a large building on a TV, fits it into a small sitting room. A bit like that."

He gave the console a loving pat, "The TARDIS and I have been together for quite some time now. Something's upsetting her, though. What is it, old girl? Ripples in time. Can't imagine what that means."

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"Ripples in time?" Nathan asked, his head tilting curiously and eyebrows lifted as he stepped farther into the ship. "Is that like bending time? I know a man who can do that."

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"Bend time, all on his own?" the Doctor looked rather concerned, "Hmm. Well, I'll have to take a look into that. There are a few paradoxes popping up that could be potentially dangerous if...well, we'll see."

Filing that information away in his mind, the Doctor flipped a few controls, and the column on the top of the console began to rise and fall as the machine took flight.

"Whaddya say to.....76850321 AD? City of New New New New New New New York? They have a holographic Statue of Liberty and everything!"

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Nathan wasn't sure what to touch on first. He finally decided on something and walked over to the Doctor. "Holographic? What happened to the original? ...an explosion?" He asked worriedly, suddenly feeling the need to call Peter and make sure he was alright.

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The Doctor glanced over at Nathan, then gave his chin a scratch in thought. "Explosion, explosion...you know, I can't remember. Whole city of New York was destroyed, though. Long before this one was created. But that is in a different time stream, and probably centuries off from where you're from. Time is like...a sort of string. We just slide through the string to get to one end of it. Make any sense?"

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"And there are different time strings?" Nathan asked, trying to work it through in his mind. He was an intelligent man, this shouldn't be this difficult. "But the explosion wasn't in mine? ...ours? My brother's and mine? Well we don't own it, but... you get what I'm saying."

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The Doctor opened his mouth to make comment on the multiple strings---but something in the intensity of Nathan's voice stopped him.

"What explosion? What do you mean?"

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Nathan blinked and pressed his lips together for a moment. If this man who could travel through time didn't know of an explosion, maybe it was all false... everything. He lifted a corner of his lips and smirked. "Some lunatics will rave about anything, I guess. Some explosion that could happen in a few days... but I guess it's not; which is good."

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"Well," the Doctor gave his head a scratch, then fumbled in his pocket until he produced a bit of twine.

"Time, a string. We travel through it, but if something happens, something that could alter the time strand..." he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and vibrated a hole in the middle of the string, breaking it in two.

"Two timestrands, two universes. If you think your lunatic is crazy, you should try traveling to one of these universes."

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Nathan narrowed his eyes. "Okay, but what would happen to make that happen? What causes an alteration?"

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"Catastrophe? Anything, actually," the Doctor replied, flipping a few more switches, "I'll look into this. Give you something a bit more solid before we take you back."

The Time Vortex ripples were worrisome, though. And a man who could alter time. He hadn't seen that...well, since the Time Wars.



OOC: Sorry! Life's been crazy! I'm back!

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"Solid would be good compared to the alternative." Nathan nodded, his gaze going back to the console at the center of the room. Solid was very good, especially when your brother was the one claiming to explode.

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The Doctor clapped his hands together, "Right, right. Okay. New New York, yes? All right, let me see..."

He glanced down into the monitor at their rapdily approaching exit on the Time Vortex. Very nice. Old girl was doing better than he expected. He grinned at the console as it lowered, landing them right in the middle of New City Square.

"We're here," he said, pulling the parking brake, "New City Square, St. Patrick's weekend. Now, St. Patrick's Day's gotten rather confused over the millenia, but it's still got a parade, so, you'll have to see."

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"Only two 'New's' now?" Nathan asked, somewhat amusedly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. "Most holidays are confused, I'm afraid. But who doesn't love a parade. Pity my kids couldn't join us."

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"Nope, just gets tiring having to say New New New New New New New New New New New York every time," he replied, grinning.

He practically bounced towards the door, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "You've got kids? Brilliant. How old?" The Doctor would never really admit it, but he loved kids. Missed his own, all the time. Still. Long time ago.

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"Four and six... almost five and six as I am continually reminded the past few days." Nathan said, a smile ghosting over his lips and then disappearing again just as quickly. He followed the Doctor to the door, completely expecting nothing to have changed outside. "They're a handful. You have kids too?"

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The Doctor took a breath. "I did," he said, "A long time ago."

With that, he pushed open the door, revealing a large, empty street. No people, no cars, just an intersection of buildings with a few doors and even fewer lit windows. As they stepped out, the Doctor gave a point above them.

Hovering over their heads were hundreds of flying cars, each taking routes through the sky as one would through a road. People and aliens walked along transparent walkways above their heads, and lights and holograms buzzed out commericals and times for the St. Patrick's Day Parade (244 Ticsecs, 45th Level, New New York Square).

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At first, when Nathan stepped out to see the empty streets his heart fell, the uncertainty and anguish of the emptiness etched over his features plainly. But then the Doctor pointed up and his eyes grew wide as he saw everything... his breath catching in his throat and then growing heavy in his chest. "How did you do this?" He asked, the only questions he could form at the moment. "This is New York. How?"

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"We've gone into the future," he said, grinning up at the sight, "This is my...time machine. It's the year 76850321. The first half-Galantrian woman is elected President. The Crenendals have eighteen number one hit singles, making them the second most popular artist in this galaxy. Oh, and someone invents ice cream that doesn't drip. Ice cream that doesn't drip, can you believe it?"

He took in a breath, "Whole new world, here. We're billions of miles from Earth, but its modeled after what you know. That's what you lot are like. Makin' sense out of chaos."

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Nathan listened, his mind running a million miles a minute as the Doctor spoke. He even offered a whispered 'president' after the word had been spoken. Nothing sounded familiar. None of this made sense, but then what had in his life lately? Not much.

What got his attention was the last bit of what the doctor had said. "We're not on Earth? Where is this? How am I breathing?" He asked worriedly, his hand going instinctively to his neck.