Re: Chapter 1: Time Is On My Side
First names. Axander was starting to relax already. With a small smile and a nod, he started down a hallway. That hallway led to a corridor, which had some stairs leading downward. Another corridor, this one underground, came to a doorway. The place was huge, much bigger than it had been before, but still had generally the same layout.
Axander drew out a key from his pocket, very clearly Gallifreyan in design, and turned it in the otherwise normal-looking deadbolt lock on the door. One satisfying click later, and the pair walked into a completely sterile control room. Roundels in the walls, untouched console, and a softly glowing set of blue crystals set in the Time Rotor. Axander himself was stunned for a moment, but steadied himself and proceeded into the room. He looked with wonder and reverence down at the console controls, walking around the various panels until he stood where he needed to be.
"Ah... just a moment, and we'll have this all worked out." Hesitantly, he began reaching for the controls. The young man didn't seem to have a full understanding of everything as yet, visibly second-guessing himself a number of times. After a few switches and dials were activated, a flat sensor presented itself from the control panel. Axander placed his hand over it, and cast a quick glance at Tarys before steeling himself for the final few inches. With contact made, a little white light scanned down the sensor and ended with a little ding!
The sensor withdrew, and the lighting shifted and changed. Everything dimmed for a moment, while the Time Rotor grew brighter. The sense of non-reality common to Gallifreyan vessels grew briefly more intense, then the sensation subsided and the lighting returned to normal.
"Excellent, the architecture for the rest of the capsule has normalized, so now it should be a bit easier to find what you're looking for." That process certainly did wonders for Axander's disposition. Though it may have just been the excitement, but he became much brighter overall like a switch had been turned.
"Now that's taken care of, we can move to introductions. Tarys, this is Elona. Elona, this is our guest, Tarysevanemila, but we're calling her Tarys because it's more convenient. Elona, we've been given a mission by the Doctor. Saving the universe type stuff. That makes you officially a TARDIS from this moment forward, and there're no professors here to tell us otherwise." There was a certain level of youthful rebellion with a hint of pride. It was odd, considering the bookish look about him otherwise. He wasn't exactly punk rock material. At least he seemed pleased, though.