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IC: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969.

Posted by The GuardianFor group 0
The Guardian
GM, 1395 posts
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 01:44
  • msg #23

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Traveller:
"So, are you seeing anyone these days? As the closest thing you have to a concerned parent, I want to know."

"A lady never tells.  Perhaps you should ask again, the next time I'm not one."

quote:
"Also, are you still in working with Zu?"

Fortuna gives a sad smile.  "In a strictly linear-relative fashion, that's no longer possible, Traveller."
Smoke Alarm
player, 1199 posts
Brave and bold
as a Kang could be.
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 02:18
  • msg #24

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

'A Blue Kang... Blue Kangs are best...' Smoke Alarm corrected, absently and automatically. Mostly she outlooked, wide-eyed and unbelieving, shocked to eyespy this sweet-dream of long-long ago. It really-truly was the Doctor! But Trav had said he was unalive, and show-and-telled her all this faces. But she'd said there was another Traveller here also, so why not another Doctor of tick-tocks before? Was Mel here too?

As he began to how-you-do, Smoke Alarm scurried to catch up and complete the ritual together, though she felt so very unbold in her movements. At the end, she curtseyed, then fished frantically through her bag. Where is it? It had to be right at the bottom, after so long. If she'd lost it now... Aha! She whipped the item out in triumph, before presenting it reverentially to the Doctor. 'Your spoon. You dropped it in Potassium Street.'
This message was last edited by the player at 02:36, Tue 03 Nov 2015.
The Guardian
GM, 1396 posts
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 02:50
  • msg #25

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Doctor beams.  "Marvelous!"  He accepts the spoon, produces another (which he brandishes meaningfully) from his trouser pocket, and while the onlookers' attention is focused on the second spoon, reaches behind Smoke Alarm's ear to produce a third.

He then proceeds to accompany "Lookin' Out My Back Door" which is currently blaring over the distant sound system.

"So what ever brings you to Earth?  It's a very long time from Paradise Towers."
Smoke Alarm
player, 1203 posts
Brave and bold
as a Kang could be.
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 03:41
  • msg #26

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Her shyness chased away, Smoke Alarm grinned from ear to spoon-producing ear as the Doctor did his magicky tricks, then played along to the musak with his spoons. Smoke Alarm clapped in joy; it was just like the old tick-tocks back in Paradise Towers! And it all seemed to fit the musak too, which was funny and not yawny at all. He really was a clever old mouse!

Doo doo doo, lookin' out my back door.

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.

Doo doo doo, lookin' out my back door.


But then the Doctor's question threw her for a loop-the-loop. What should she say? If she show-and-telled this yesterday Doctor about the today Traveller, would it muck up all the tick-tocks? 'My feets. And it's not that long. I've been longerer.' she answered boldly, mainly to cover up for feeling a definite lack of boldness. But mayhaps getting talky about travelling through ticktocks wouldn't help explain how got here. 'I cameout with Traveller in a talkiphone box.' she admitted.
The Traveller
player, 1249 posts
Last Time Lord No More!
Always time to travel!
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 05:55
  • msg #27

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Guardian:
The Traveller:
"So, are you seeing anyone these days? As the closest thing you have to a concerned parent, I want to know."

"A lady never tells.  Perhaps you should ask again, the next time I'm not one."

quote:
"Also, are you still in working with Zu?"

Fortuna gives a sad smile.  "In a strictly linear-relative fashion, that's no longer possible, Traveller."


Trav stands, smilingly sadly, knowing what that means. Zu was probably dead to her, although Trav may still have a lifetime of adventure with him. "Well, those two are probably getting into trouble, and I would like to take in Woodstock while not blitheringly high on weed. By now, Jimi and Roy are dragging me back to another instance of Sweet Boy." She sighs. "You look magnificent. You turned out great. So far, I think you get an A for the mid term. I'm looking forward to more great days to come. Come on, you, give this old woman a hug." She opens up her arms to her niece.

"And as for your partner there, I will set him free, and carry out the best destiny I can for him, I promise."

After any final good byes or words, Trav steps out of Fortuna's tent, and uses her phone to track down Stan and Smoke Alarm.

OOC: If you think I'm going to pass up a chance to meet the Capaldi Doctor, you are crazy. Hint: Trav will not be blubbery or a downer.
Edit: Whoops: That's the 7th Doctor. Trav will instead observe from a distance, so as to not mess with time.

This message was last edited by the player at 06:01, Tue 03 Nov 2015.
Stanley Newton
player, 393 posts
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 23:47
  • msg #28

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Guardian:
Smoke Alarm zigzags away, taking Stanley by surprise, although he's able to track her somewhat by the wake she leaves through the crowd.


Stanley tries his best to follow Smoke, hoping that she didn't just change the history of music with her performance.
The Guardian
GM, 1398 posts
Wed 4 Nov 2015
at 04:01
  • msg #29

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Smoke Alarm:
'I cameout with Traveller in a talkiphone box.' she admitted.

"The Traveller...."  The Doctor looks thoughtful, and concerned.  He clearly recognizes the name.  Gently, he adds, "And are you happy, in her talkiphone box?  I'm very sorry for misplacing you, Smoke Alarm.  A Kang -- a Blue Kang -- isn't the sort of thing one should just leave lying about the universe."

Stanley picks his way through the crowd to find Smoke Alarm talking with a man barely taller than she is.  He stands out among the mostly young, mostly dressed in an extremely casual manner, denizens of Woodstock in that he seems to be in early middle age, he's in shirtsleeves and checked trousers, wearing a panama hat with a bandanna tied around it.  He seems oddly familiar, even though Dr. Newton has never laid eyes on the man in his life.
This message was last edited by the GM at 04:02, Wed 04 Nov 2015.
The Traveller
player, 1251 posts
Last Time Lord No More!
Always time to travel!
Wed 4 Nov 2015
at 07:27
  • msg #30

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Trav is keeping her Iphone in her bag after getting a general fix on Smoke and Stan. As she weaves her way through the crowds, she has to duck behind a booth - the tall, lanky forms of Roy Fokker and Jimi Hendrix are indeed wrestling a giggling, somewhat chubby 5'5" black haired girl wearing a vest and a tie into another suspicious Police box. Now-Trav drops her sonic into her hand, and sonics into Fokker's phone - Remind Rick of who he's flying for. Claudia loves you, don't waste time. She remembers Lisa Hayes angrily accusing her of leaving the message in Roy's phone after he died, and it was clear that it was soniced in, but back then Trav quite rightly defended herself saying she was far too stoned to even walk, much less work her sonic. One piece of history and causality, fulfilled. It simultaneously made her hearts sing and break seeing both Jimi Hendrix and Roy Fokker again - both of them dead men, and legends.

She trots back into the crowd, to find Smoke and Stan. several yards away, she sees him, in the pork pie hat, playing his spoons, smiling at Smoke Alarm.

When he has that face, I'm the Marshall and murdering people. Another dead man, another legend. If her hearts were breaking when she saw Roy and Jimi, they're now shattering when she sees him. He was always kind to her, even in her cruelest days.

She takes her hat off, and holds it, holding back sobs, smiling. She won't interrupt Smoke's time with him. She'll let things take their natural course. She wants to tell him so badly that she's so sorry, that she so regrets what she will be forced to do to him, but she knows she can not say that. All she can do is hold her hat and smile at him, fondly and sadly, from a distance.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 07:28, Wed 04 Nov 2015.
Smoke Alarm
player, 1206 posts
Brave and bold
as a Kang could be.
Wed 4 Nov 2015
at 08:21
  • msg #31

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

'No, a Kang isn't...' Frowny-faced, Smoke Alarm wondered at what the Doctor was asking about, and why. Why was he worried like a wart? What did he mean, misplaced? The confusion chased away the fizzy feeling of happiness inside her. 'But I'm not your lost-and-found. I gave you a fizzade then we all said bye-bye in Paradise Towers then you and Mel went outgoing in your talkiphone box, whoosh through the ticktocks.' she rememorised, then briefly filled in the intervening ticktocks. It all came outpouring to the Doctor, who knewhow all the ways. 'I was in home-sweet-home at Paradise Towers, until the so-shall workers came and catched me and others. They took me to the cleaners, then put me in school and re-habilly-tashun.' Smoke Alarm rubbed her arm, shuffled her feet, thoroughly unhappied by this phase of her life. She brightened though, going on with 'But then I took a fire-escape and got lost-and-found and then I was a bat-catcher on the Exeter with Mister Mop and then we fought metal Cybermen with another Doctor and I fire-escaped by jumping thru a blue bubble through a millionty ticktocks and landed in Arsuran before the Fists invaded, but I fire-escaped again on a sky-fly with Sereth, and was lost-and-found by Traveller and her talkiphone box and we fought the Fists and... and eventually we cameout here to Woodstack.' Okay, she'd skipped a whole lot of other adventures and details, but they could have the whole show-and-tell later.

She had to think about the Doctor's first question though. Was she happy? She sposed she was, but she knewhow she had a sadness in her too. She didn't know all she'd lost upgrowing in Paradise Towers, but she did know she'd lost it. Mayhaps she was lost-and-finding all she'd missed while running with Traveller in the talkiphone box. 'I'm all happyness to be in the talkiphone box, and Traveller is icehot fun and a cleverclogs and she teaches me lots like where babies comeout... But she's a busybee, and she mayhaps she doesn't always stopsign to play or eyespy when I'm lost. But she's shapeship and sound, really.' Smoke Alarm ended emphatically. Why did he ask? 'You wanna come how-you-do Traveller?'


OOC: Expanded with more details after babysitting was done.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:05, Wed 04 Nov 2015.
Stanley Newton
player, 395 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2015
at 00:09
  • msg #32

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Guardian:
Stanley picks his way through the crowd to find Smoke Alarm talking with a man barely taller than she is.  He stands out among the mostly young, mostly dressed in an extremely casual manner, denizens of Woodstock in that he seems to be in early middle age, he's in shirtsleeves and checked trousers, wearing a panama hat with a bandanna tied around it.  He seems oddly familiar, even though Dr. Newton has never laid eyes on the man in his life.


From the way she talks to the stranger, Stanley gathers that Smoke knows him...somehow. The man does seem familiar and that makes Stanley a little bit suspicious. He isn't sure that Smoke Alarm should be telling him so much about the Traveller.

"Hey Smoke, who is this?" Stanley asks.
Smoke Alarm
player, 1207 posts
Brave and bold
as a Kang could be.
Thu 5 Nov 2015
at 00:20
  • msg #33

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

With a fresh burst of excitement, Smoke Alarm spun around to Stanley, eager to introduce her old hero, and surprised he didn't knowhow him already. Hadn't Traveller told him? 'This is the Doctor!' she declared, pointing to the question-mark jumper. Then outlooking at the Doctor, she pointed to Stan 'And this is a doctor, Doctor Stan! You're both doctors! How you do!' She gestured them together, half-expecting them to perform the how-you-do.

'The Doctor helped us put Paradise Towers to rights. He's Traveller's bestie friend.'
This message was last edited by the player at 11:35, Thu 05 Nov 2015.
The Guardian
GM, 1399 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2015
at 03:58
  • msg #34

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Doctor listens to Smoke Alarm's burble with great attention, now holding his hat in his hands.  "I see...." he says thoughtfully.  "Perhaps I'm simply remembering something that hasn't properly happened yet.  It's a terrible habit to get into."
Smoke Alarm
player, 1208 posts
Brave and bold
as a Kang could be.
Thu 5 Nov 2015
at 11:37
  • msg #35

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Smoke Alarm's befuddlement turned to knowhow, exclaiming 'But I do that all the time! It's just imaginating. You can rememorise anything that way.'
The Traveller
player, 1252 posts
Last Time Lord No More!
Always time to travel!
Thu 5 Nov 2015
at 16:16
  • msg #36

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Trav slowly approaches the group. She smiles, but her eyes are so sad. She nods in agreement to Smoke's statement, a finger to her lips, as if to indicate, spoilers. "Hi, Boobie. It's so good to see you. Come give me a hug." She opens up her arms wide for him.

If the gingerbread man acquiesces, she holds him tight. She never really knew this version of the Doctor, except as an opponent. Oh, he humiliated her on 3 different occasions. She steps back. "I can't say too much, Boobie, except that it works out. This is what the red head becomes." She smiles goofily. "And look at this!" She steps up close to the Gingerbread man, and out folds from her wallet comes her polaroids of family photos from Rifts Earth. She smiles. "I got to a good place, away from the Daleks, because of you. When the time comes, make sure to remind me that The Marshall is just a made up name. Met a great guy, and I had a great life."

She whispers to him,"Now, if you can do me a little favor. I'll have to eventually bring Smoke Alarm home. If you can just give me the coordinates to Paradise Towers, so that when she's ready to leave me, I can bring her back home, to her the other Blue Kangs. She came to me via an Osmic projector. I have no idea where Paradise Towers is! I love her so much, she's one of the best companions I've ever had. Blue Kangs are Best."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:21, Thu 05 Nov 2015.
The Guardian
GM, 1400 posts
Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 04:33
  • msg #37

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Doctor gives Stanley a cordial greeting, though he does not do so in Kang-fashion.

When Trav steps forward, he gives her a guarded once-over, at least until the snapshots come out.  "There's clearly a tale not to be told here," he says.  Glancing at Stanley and Smoke Alarm, he adds, "But I see that you're among friends again.  Not like when we met on Chreszos Minor.  I should say that's all to the good."

The Traveller:
"If you can just give me the coordinates to Paradise Towers, so that when she's ready to leave me, I can bring her back home, to her the other Blue Kangs. She came to me via an Osmic projector. I have no idea where Paradise Towers is!"

"What?  But it's so simple."

He steps back from her, and she realizes with a start that he's lifted her sonic screwdriver without her noticing.  After he makes a few slight adjustments, he points the device at Smoke Alarm and activates it!

Smoke Alarm, for her part, feels momentarily tingly, but it's not unpleasant so much as mildly intoxicating.  The Doctor shows Trav the readings.  "You see?  A full retrocardiospatiotemporal trace history.  This portion of the coordinates, with the jagged peaks and valleys, that's where you'd find the primary formative signature of anyone, and, well, for a Kang that of course would be Paradise Towers.  Home really is where the heart is."

He looks at the readings for a moment longer, then shakes the instrument, and frowns.  "Hmmm.  You may want to make a note of it.  Those readings won't be the same forever...."
Smoke Alarm
player, 1209 posts
BLUE KANGS, BLUE KANGS,
BLUE KANGS ARE BEST!
Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 06:12
  • msg #38

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Smoke Alarm footed back as Traveller footed in to greet-and-meet the Doctor, wondering if mayhaps the ticktocks were shapeship and sound with all this after all. She could eyespy the two old bestest friends had a lot more to catch up on, especially with Traveller show-and-telling her pictures. It make Smoke as fuzzy and warm as a blanket inside.

On the side, Smoke smiled at Stanley, show-and-telling how happy she was to have her two heroes meeting like this. She had a buzzing lightness in her, like she could jump as high as a street-lamp. The Doctor was back! The Doctor, the young oldsters, the boy Kang of red and blue, as clever as a rat and cunning as a cat, who knew all the unseen ways and could talk to vending mechines and that funny pipe thingey no-one ever identified, who could talk Blue Kangs and Red Kangs and Rezzies and Caretakers into working together. They could do anything now. They could put everything to rights.

Then she startled as the Doctor pointed the sonic screwdriver at her. Feeling funny and tingly, she outlooked tummy-wards in wonderment. 'Home-sweet-home is in my heart?' she exclaimed. 'I don't think it would fit.'
The Traveller
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Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 07:19
  • msg #39

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Guardian:
The Doctor gives Stanley a cordial greeting, though he does not do so in Kang-fashion.

When Trav steps forward, he gives her a guarded once-over, at least until the snapshots come out.  "There's clearly a tale not to be told here," he says.  Glancing at Stanley and Smoke Alarm, he adds, "But I see that you're among friends again.  Not like when we met on Chreszos Minor.  I should say that's all to the good."

The Traveller:
"If you can just give me the coordinates to Paradise Towers, so that when she's ready to leave me, I can bring her back home, to her the other Blue Kangs. She came to me via an Osmic projector. I have no idea where Paradise Towers is!"

"What?  But it's so simple."

He steps back from her, and she realizes with a start that he's lifted her sonic screwdriver without her noticing.  After he makes a few slight adjustments, he points the device at Smoke Alarm and activates it!

Smoke Alarm, for her part, feels momentarily tingly, but it's not unpleasant so much as mildly intoxicating.  The Doctor shows Trav the readings.  "You see?  A full retrocardiospatiotemporal trace history.  This portion of the coordinates, with the jagged peaks and valleys, that's where you'd find the primary formative signature of anyone, and, well, for a Kang that of course would be Paradise Towers.  Home really is where the heart is."

He looks at the readings for a moment longer, then shakes the instrument, and frowns.  "Hmmm.  You may want to make a note of it.  Those readings won't be the same forever...."


"More than friends - family. Oh, and Chreszo Minor. Goodness, I was furious at how ridiculous at how you made me wind up in clown make up. Man, nothing worse you can do to a leather clad villainess with a crop than make her look like she came from a Vegas revue. Penn and Teller still send me e-mails ever Easter from the Rio about that act. Oh, it's so -good- to see you again, Boobie!"She confirms the readings and sends them to her Ipad and back to Sweet Boy and Chibi. She hugs him again, tight.

"We'll see each other again, some way, some how. You have a lot more adventures ahead of you, lots of great days. Some rough ones, too, but your faith in me helped me make it, so remember, I have faith in you. Also - there's always time to travel, even when you're feeling down." She gives him a wink, and a smooch on the forehead, just like the old days. "Make sure to tell Corsi that I favor my left hook." She smiles saucily at that one. "Gotta run, Gingerbread man. Give Ace a hug and a snug for me, K?"

Trav slips her arm into those of her two companions. At Smoke Alarm's comment on in regards to home-sweet-home, she opines, as they head back to Sweet Boy, "Oh, Smoke, it's bigger on the inside. Your big old heart is the biggest place of all!" Trav feels amazingly happy, even though the Doctor is now gone - but never gone, always there.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 07:19, Fri 06 Nov 2015.
Smoke Alarm
player, 1211 posts
BLUE KANGS, BLUE KANGS,
BLUE KANGS ARE BEST!
Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 12:42
  • msg #40

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Fountain of Paradise Square, Paradise Towers
Lots of ticktocks later...


'What is it, a portaloo?' Door Knob wondered, creeping closer.

'Nah-uh! It's a Rezzie's wardrobe – outlook, its all woody.' No Smoking declared confidently.

'How'd it get out here then?'

'Verge collection.'

Meanwhile, Smoke Alarm traced the letters with a finger, sounding out the words she knew. 'Pol-ice telly-phone... It's a talkiphone box!' she exclaimed in surprise and awe, more for what she felt than what she read. The box vibrated, hummed, like a refrigerator, but somehow she knew this was something more, like something alive. She realised the sign was on a little door within the door, and she prised it open. Sure enough, there was a telephone inside. Smoke Alarm pulled it out. 'All oldster-looking. But it's icehot somehow. I like it.'

'Po-lice, office-rs – it's a Caretaker thing, I don't like it.'

Curious as a cat, Smoke Alarm fed in a Kroagnon coin, put the handpiece to her ear, and turned the rotary dial. 'How-you-do?' She heard voices, she whispered back...

Suddenly No Smoking slapped the handpiece from Smoke's hands. The handpiece fell to the end of its cord, dangling and clattered against the door. 'No ball-games, no fly-posts, no ringing!' she hissed. She thrust a finger at the words on the sign, below "Advice & assistance obtainable immediately." 'Outlook! "Officers and cars respond to all calls."'

'It also says "Pull to Open". We should show-and-tell it to her!'

'It's Caretaker mechinery, it's trouble. We smash it!'

'No—!' Smoke Alarm tried to protest, but she could never shout back against No Smoking, especially not at the look she got. But she couldn't say why she thought vandalising the telephone box would be a bad idea. Fortunately, Door Knob came to her aid, taunting No Smoking 'You're just a cowardly cutlet!'

'Am not!'

'Are too! 'Sides, if we smash it, the Caretakers will comeout outlooking for us for sure. Take us to the cleaners. Take you to the cleaners.'

'Gotta catch me if they can. But they'll catch slowpoke Smoke Alarm first!' Smoke Alarm stayed quiet. 'We smash it.' No Smoking cast about through the rubbish strewn about, finding an old chair leg.

She was about to stove it through the telephone when Door Knob spoke up, a mischievous smile directed at Smoke Alarm 'Could be splosive, mayhaps.'

No Smoking hesitated, her face sour at being outwitted. Then in sudden defiance, she thrust the chair leg into the dial. But it deflected off, caught in the back of the cavity and jerked out of the girl's hands. 'Ow, splinters!' She was about to attack it again when Door Knob intervened.

'It's tough, it'll take too long. Caretakers and Red Kangs are out and lurking. Eyespies tell there's visitors.'

'No ball-games, no fly-posts, no visitors... Fine, we'll wallscrawl it. Can we wallscrawl it, Miss Door Knobby-knees?' Door Knob shrugged, waved No Smoking toward the door. Smoke Alarm mouthed a thank you to her friend, Door Knob smiled back.

The Blue Kangs got out their spraypaints and marker pens, and began industriously graffitiing the police public call box. Blue Kang territory markers, taunts against the Caretakers. The awe went away; it seemed just a box now, covered in paint, just more rubbish in Fountain of Happiness Square. But Smoke Alarm hung back, feeling strangely saddened. Then No Smoking pushed her up to the box. 'Go on, wallscrawl it! Oh, Smoke Alarm likes the Caretaker box! Slowpoke Alarm likes the Caretakers! Smopoke loves Caretakers!'

'Do not!' She tried to get involved, making her own wallscrawl calling for help, to make up for her earlier lack of boldness, but No Smoking kept shouldering her out of the way, painting right over hers. Finally she was bumped out altogether, back to watching No Smoking and Door Knob at work, vandalising the poor old telephone box.

Smoke Alarm felt hot inside, angry and frustrated, at No Smoking and her own failings and losses. She just wanted to mess up this stupid box, for getting her in trouble with the big girl, to take out her frustrations on it, to prove herself to the gang, to be known. She didn't even think about it, when she ran at the wall, jumped and skipped it off, hurling herself right over No Smoking's fat head, and landing on top of the roof. 'Hey!' She ignored No Smoking, and perched on the shallow pyramidal roof. Knife in hand, she started scratching at the blue paint and wood. At first, the blade couldn't even dent the paint, let alone the wood. Then it melted right in, unnoticed by the angry girl, like the box wanted to bear these words. Furiously, she scratched the letters, small and crude: SMOKE ALARM WAS HEAR.

*

Suddenly Smoke Alarm pulled her arms out of Traveller's and slipped away, footing back to the Doctor. 'Doctor! I wallscrawled your talkiphone box! It's scratched on the roof, so they didn't wipe it off. I'm sorry! I didn't know! I'm sorry!'
This message was last edited by the player at 11:29, Sat 07 Nov 2015.
The Traveller
player, 1255 posts
Last Time Lord No More!
Always time to travel!
Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 14:31
  • msg #41

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Trav lets Smoke go. She leans her head onto Stanley's shoulder, and smiles warmly, holding him close, as she watches Smoke run back.
The Guardian
GM, 1401 posts
Sun 8 Nov 2015
at 02:17
  • msg #42

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

The Doctor stops, startled, when Smoke Alarm runs and calls after him.

When he whirls around, at first it's a little surprising and startling to Smoke.  But he gives her a kindly smile.  "Come with me.  I want to show you something."  He turns again and starts striding off, not really even checking to see that she's following.

About five minutes later, and they've arrived at another blue talkiphone box, far away from the Traveller's.  It's an imposing shape in the half-lit festival ground.  The Doctor looks up toward the roof of the box, and though Smoke Alarm can't see that he actually does anything, the lamp atop it flickers on.  The Doctor makes a stirrup with his hands, and says, "Up you go!"  Truthfully Smoke Alarm would not say that he was all that much help, and he stumbles a bit after he boosts her up, but it's the thought that counts, perhaps.

Now that she's up atop the box, Smoke Alarm has no problem picking out her carving atop the rough and battered surface.  But as she focuses on it, a funny thing happens.  More carvings and writing and symbols start appearing, all over the roof of the box, and peering over the side she sees that the outer walls are similarly covered.  There are stick figures and elaborate knotwork designs, script and ideograms and pictographs in dozens and dozens of languages, that somehow make themselves known to Smoke in the funny head-twisty way that sometimes happens when she's with the Traveller.

The messages are of all kinds too: expressions of gratitude, angry denunciations of the Doctor, initials entwined in lovey-dovey hearts, songs and curses and spells, poems and one long and rambling story that Smoke gives up trying to read after a dozen sentences.

Once she has taken them all in, they start to fade away once more, until the only one remaining that she can see is her own scrawl from way back when.
Smoke Alarm
player, 1212 posts
BLUE KANGS, BLUE KANGS,
BLUE KANGS ARE BEST!
Sun 8 Nov 2015
at 02:54
  • msg #43

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

Although Smoke Alarm could get up onto the roof on her own, as she'd already demonstrated by leaving wallscrawl there in the first place, she allowed the Doctor to helping-hand her up. After all, it wasn't being able that mattered, but helping others to be able and letting them help you. After wobbling about alarmingly in the Doctor's hand, she grabbed the ledge, then hauled herself up, silently apologising to the talkiphone box for scuffing mud from her shoes up the panels.

At last, she was perched on the sloping roof of the talkiphone box. She wondered what the Doctor wanted her to do up here, mayhaps to wipe away the wallscrawl somehow. She eyespied her old wallscrawl, tracing its letters and feeling cold and guilty. 'I didn't knowhow you were alive. I'm sorry.' she whispered in apology.

Then she eyespied all the other wallscrawls, all over the talkiphone box. Filled with awe and wonder, she tried to read some, blinking as the words show-and-telled themselves to her. These wallscrawls all show-and-telled stories, rememories. The talkiphone box really was like a tower, carrying the signs and scrawls of all who lived inside or came by. Then they faded, leaving only her own: SMOKE ALARM WAS HEAR. At last, Smoke Alarm stuck her head out over the ledge, outlooking down at the Doctor. 'She rememorises it all, all these stories and wall-scrawls? It's all a-okay, no to-do?'
This message was last edited by the player at 02:55, Sun 08 Nov 2015.
The Guardian
GM, 1402 posts
Sun 8 Nov 2015
at 04:29
  • msg #44

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

"She's very, very old," says the Doctor gravely.  "Older than the oldest Rezzie, maybe older than all the Rezzies and Kangs and Caretakers put together.  And when one is very old, one can find that you leave so many places and people behind you that you are grateful for anything you keep of them.  To rememorize them.  When she was a very young TARDIS, she left from the place where she would have stayed free of scrawls and scars, to go out and collect all those things."  He smiles.  "To be brave and bold...."
Smoke Alarm
player, 1214 posts
BLUE KANGS, BLUE KANGS,
BLUE KANGS ARE BEST!
Sun 8 Nov 2015
at 07:54
  • msg #45

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

'Blue of colour, and brave and bold as a Kang could be.' Smoke Alarm finished with a smile. She touched her old scrawl, wondering how many ticktocks it had eyespied, and how many ticktocks more. 'I was here with you. Now I'm running with your brother the Sweet Boy talkiphone box. TARDIS angels fly!' she told the talkiphone box. Done up top, she hopped over the roof and landed on the soft ground.

'Build high for happiness, Doctor.' she said with the fist-building gesture, 'And please say how-you-do to Mel for me.'
This message was last edited by the player at 03:31, Tue 10 Nov 2015.
The Guardian
GM, 1403 posts
Tue 10 Nov 2015
at 03:30
  • msg #46

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

"Build high for happiness.  And keep the Traveller out of trouble!"
Smoke Alarm
player, 1217 posts
BLUE KANGS, BLUE KANGS,
BLUE KANGS ARE BEST!
Tue 10 Nov 2015
at 03:35
  • msg #47

Re: Bethel, New York, August 17, 1969

'I'll try!' Smoke Alarm promised, waving bye-bye to the Doctor, before running off to trackback to the Traveller. Mayhaps, if she could find her way thru Woodstack and didn't get lost.
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