IC: The Brigadier.   Posted by Eye of Harmony.Group: 0
Eye of Harmony
 GM, 454 posts
Mon 21 Mar 2016
at 13:49
IC: The Brigadier
The nauseating blackness faded, eventually. The disorientation on arrival was considerable, but the Brigadier was made of true British grit. It took more than a bit of a choppy sea to make him lose his nerve. All the same, it took a few moments for his senses to return properly.

He found himself lying on a rolling, grass-covered hill. There was birdsong. Small puffy clouds floated across a bright, summery sky. All around him were the gently rolling hills, interspersed with the occasional copse. Below him, there was a valley. A winding country road travelled through it, and it was sheltered behind a low, drystone wall. In the distance, a few fields sported sheep, and the occasional frolicing lamb. Distant baaaaaaas could be heard, drifting on the gentle breeze. Somewhere, the sound of a single engined prop plane could be heard, though it did not seem visible in the sky.

This entire scene looked like something from a heart-warming Sunday evening television serial. There was only one place this could possibly be. This was a summer afternoon in England, perhaps on the South Downs, or maybe the Yorkshire Dales. Whyever would that infernal contraption send him here? And - what had happened to the ladies? He was, as far as he could see, completely alone.

In the distance, a mile or two down into the valley, there was what looked like a cosy country cottage. Smoke rose from a chimney, and even at this distance, it was possible to make out flower beds, a vegetable patch, and - yes, that was even a rose trellis around the door.

It only needed four adventuresome youths and a dog called Timmy to make the whole scene into Enid Blyton's wet dream. The odds were good that someone in that cottage had just made a cake, and had home-made lemonade, or possibly ginger beer.

This did not look like somewhere the Master would be found. It all seemed so nice!
The Brigadier
 PC, 317 posts
 Chap with the wings
 5 rounds rapid
Mon 21 Mar 2016
at 21:17
IC: The Brigadier
The Brigadier had been part of the army; and in particular, head of the British branch of UNIT, for too long to trust this for even a moment. His hand dropped to his gun, to be sure of it's presence there, and then his ID, in case they were in a time period where UNIT was recognised, before he made his way towards the cottage. Besides, the Master was, well, a master of deception. He could easily be here, manipulating things behind the scenes, like he had with that blasted business with the Sea Devils.
Eye of Harmony
 GM, 462 posts
Sat 26 Mar 2016
at 12:10
IC: The Brigadier
It does not take the Brigadier long to reach the cottage, as he is in good shape, and the terrain is not especially difficult. By the time he reached the gate, he was rather too hot in his uniform under the summery sky. But this was only of negligible concern.

Two things struck him once he was within easy distance of the building. Firstly, someone was singing along with a radio. One of the old AM signals - it had the distant, crackly quality of a wireless set, just as he remembered from his childhood. The song was familiar. As a boy, there was a time when everyone knew it. "Secret Love" by the really rather delicious Doris Day - when had that been big? Early 1950s, certainly. Of course, this did not prove the date where he was now, but it certainly started to add some context.

The singer in the cottage had the sort of voice that was popular - but only among those who were deaf. It crackled and wheezed its way through the song, a strident soprano that rattled like a dying car engine. The song itself was quite pleasant. It did not deserve the abuse it was receiving.

The other notable thing is that, for reasons that seem anything but obvious, there is a bus. In fact, the bus claims to be the No. 27 to Putney Common, and it is one of the old Routemaster buses, the rear-entry double deckers that were so much a part of London as to be essential as part of the scenery. It looked like an older model - again, it could well have been from the 1950s.

The Brigadier, however, was paid to be observant. He noticed at once that the bus could not be where it was. There was no way it could have fitted through the gate to the cottage from the road outside, and the gate and fence were of old, mouldering wood, with flaked greenish paint - it looked like military issue, but then half the houses in Britain had been painted with surplus army paint after the war had ended. It was all that anybody had.

That bus could not have been driven into the garden.

There was a pleasant smell coming from the cottage. Slightly spiced fruit. Definitely something bready. And... yes. There was brandy on the air. Someone had definitely been cooking with brandy.
The Brigadier
 PC, 323 posts
 Chap with the wings
 5 rounds rapid
Tue 29 Mar 2016
at 03:54
IC: The Brigadier
The Brigadier paused at the bus. The one thing that had always gotten under the Doctor's skin about the Master; was the fact that his TARDIS, unlike the Doctors, changed shape. Something about a  working chameleon circuit.

He tapped his fingers carefully, but before moving forward, he looked for a rock. If he found one, he tossed it gently towards the bus. Didn't want any nasty surprises!
Eye of Harmony
 GM, 467 posts
Wed 30 Mar 2016
at 14:55
IC: The Brigadier
*spang*

The sound of the rock bouncing off the bus sounded exactly as one might expect. Nothing untoward happened. No weapons went off, no alarms. No sudden flashes of light or explosions. Indeed, the total lack of anything remotely unusual was almost a disappointment. Odd things meant there was something to investigate. This was just an anti-climax.

However, the voice in the cottage stopped shrieking out a song, and the door opened. It revealed a woman of average height. She was at that stage in life where she was about to drop into old age pensioner status, and was fighting it with every ounce of her being. Her hair was dyed, and the colour was a lurid carrot orange. It was in disarray, standing out from her head like a bad dandelion clock. She was wearing a catsuit of neon green leopardprint, knee high go-go boots in lavender, and a number of bangles and necklaces that made her look like one of those jewellery display manequins on Camden Lock. She let out an annoyed remark.

"Hey! Colonel Blimp! Are you throwing stones at my bus?"
The Brigadier
 PC, 327 posts
 Chap with the wings
 5 rounds rapid
Wed 30 Mar 2016
at 21:28
IC: The Brigadier
1950s, possibly. It was before UNIT existed, but it was a top-secret military organisation. He still had his uniform, and his badge. He didnt' approve of the Doctor's methods for a lot of things, but he was right on one thing - bluffing usually worked, if you acted as though you had a right to be there. He took out his badge, and flashed it quite quickly, enough to show the Governmental seal, but too quickly to show the date it was issued.

"Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, UNIT. I'm just here to ask you a few questions."
Eye of Harmony
 GM, 471 posts
Wed 30 Mar 2016
at 21:53
IC: The Brigadier
"Nonsense! you're here to stick your nose into other people's business! I'm not as green as I am cabbage looking, you know! You've got no authority here. And no need to go throwing stones at other people's property! How did you get out here, anyway?"

The woman had the look of someone who was very suspicious about the new arrival, and her northern accent and brusque manner did not hide the fearsome intellect in her eye. She was reading his every move. "If you got questions, you'd better come inside. But you can bet I'll charge you if you scratched me paintwork! London Transport Red is hard to get hold of, especially out here. You coming inside or what?"
The Brigadier
 PC, 333 posts
 Chap with the wings
 5 rounds rapid
Sun 3 Apr 2016
at 22:26
IC: The Brigadier
A grunt from the Brigadier. Anti-Government feelings not withstanding, he supposed he'd have to make this good. He replaced his UNIT pass; and moved in to the cottage. It was curious, regardless of how it got there, why she -had- such a bus as well.
Eye of Harmony
 GM, 479 posts
Mon 4 Apr 2016
at 23:37
IC: The Brigadier
The interior of the cottage was exactly what one might expect from a 1950s rural cottage. Stone floor, wood table, a range, the chairs wood and wicker. There was a dresser with crockery, a pottery sink, and various unimpressive paintings in cheap frames. A door led to what was presumably a sitting room, but it was fairly clear that the kitchen was where most of the business of daily living occured.

A kettle on the stove started to whistle, and the woman went to attend to it. "Sit down, Colonel, Brigadier, whatever you are. Help yourself to a scone. Just done. There's date and walnut for afters." She gestured to the table, where fresh cheese scones cooled on a mesh tray. Butter stood nearby. The whole room positively reeked of the sort of domesticity usually reserved for one of those wholesome serials shown on BBC1 on a Sunday evening.

The woman did not want to be a bad hostess, so she turned the radio down, but not off. On the table, next to the scones, was a teddy bear. It was a large one, though not as vast as those won at fun fairs. It was actually made to resemble a panda, and the glass eyes watched disconcertingly, unmoving. It seemed out of place in the room, the only thing present that did not belong in that peculiar, meticulously perfect 1950s cliché.

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