Crutchie quickly realized that covering his ears didn’t help at all… it was clearly not outside, but in their heads. He looked at the Doctor for help, trying to see if she knew what was happening, if she could fix it… he was relying on her to be his guide, and he didn’t know how to make the sound go away. It hurt. And then, like it had never been there at all, it was gone. His white knuckled grip on his crutch loosened and he shook his head, trying to figure out where they were. It looked like the same place as before, only… no creepy town. Where had it gone? A sense of unease rose in Crutchie’s throat and he immediately turned to look at the Doctor. If anyone had an explanation, it would be her. Although… he wasn’t getting his hopes up given how their adventure had gone so far.
“Miss Doctor? Crutchie?” A voice sounded from several feet away as Orpheus eased himself onto his feet, looking pale and more than a little bit thrown off balance. “Do… you happen to know where we are? Or… what happened?” He tapped his temple with a small frown, trying to tell if the sound was still there. It felt like it was gone, but it had come on so suddenly it was hard to tell…
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 30, 2021 1:32:44 GMT -5
The Doctor hurriedly backed up. Primarily from Orpheus, but also from where the town had been. This did not make sense. None of it. And from the way she was looking at Orpheus, he made the least sense at all. She was inclined to think it was an illusion. More so, she was inclined to think it was a trap. An interesting town, with unknowns, just as she liked it. But then whatever this was. That would make Orpheus *not* an illusion or a cleverly disguised trap. She didn't know what other theory made sense. That they'd been tossed back in time was possible, though unlikely. That someone back then would be tossed forwards and then the town that had started it all would also disappear? She didn't think so. It didn't add up. It made very little sense. "Not a clue," she said stiffly. Maybe even a bit coldly. "Why don't you tell us? What are you? New form of Weeping Angel? Time Lord? Something else?" Time Lords messing with her head ... ha ... seemed likely. She glanced at Crutchie and then Orpheus again. "Why are you here?"
“What?” Orpheus asked, staggering backwards a few steps as the Doctor’s demeanor changed entirely. She had been nice before, if not a bit of an enigma. Now, though… he didn’t understand half of the words she was saying, only that they were an accusation that he didn’t know how to field. “Weeping Angel? Time Lord?” He clutched his lyre close, looking around as he tried to figure out what had happened. It seemed more like a dream than anything else, but he was fairly certain he hadn’t been sleeping a moment ago. If he had just fallen asleep now… well, Jason wouldn’t be pleased. He shook the thought away, instead focusing on the Doctor. “I don’t know where we are,” he admitted softly, something in his voice sounding a little bit desperate. “I’d like to get back to the Argo… if we encounter the sirens again, they need me.” He pinched his arm, half convinced that he must have just fallen asleep. When that didn’t work he frowned, looking between the Doctor and Crutchie. “I promise if I knew anything, I would tell you. And I’m a terrible liar. I mean… I don’t mean to be, but I can’t lie to save my life.” Which, he realized, was probably not the smartest thing to tell a stranger who may or may not have just kidnapped him.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 5, 2021 22:50:38 GMT -5
These answers weren't ones which the Doctor could use. They weren't ones which answered any of her questions, for starters. They were the ramblings of a confused being, but maybe they were a bit too much like the predictable answers. Her eyes narrowed further. She wondered just how likely it was that she would get any of the answers if she played along. Only it didn't seem like Orpheus was following a good script to 'play along' to. She turned toward where they had parked the TARDIS, just out of view. She could practically feel that the beautiful, wonderful ship was still there. But she also knew that this would be where she had to get the stubborn probably-not-actually-Orpheus. If he was a Weeping Angel, at least the TARDIS would likely be able to figure it out. Ah. Or why wait? The Doctor spun, taking out her sonic screwdriver and waved it a couple times in Orpheus' face and then up and down his body. When she pulled it back and checked the readings, her expression scrunched up in confusion. "Human?" she said. The question mark was tacked there, because there might have been some anomalies. But that could be from anything, even the surrounding area. A town had just disappeared, after all. She frowned at Orpheus. "Come with me," she said, nodding back toward the TARDIS that he couldn't see.
“What?” Orpheus asked, eyes widening as she scanned him with… well, he didn’t know what it was. It hadn’t hurt or anything, but knowing that she had gotten information about him from waving the weird thing at him was vaguely uncomfortable. He just didn’t know what to make of it, or the fact that he was here instead of back on the ship. He glanced at Crutchie, who gave perhaps the most phenomenally unhelpful answer he could: a shrug. “Of course I’m human, mostly!” Orpheus added, brow creasing. He didn’t actually know if he was fully human or not, but he had a feeling he was. He was told his mother was a muse, but he didn’t really know what that meant. He wasn’t a hero or a demigod like Jason or Heracles. He was just Orpheus, the poet. Orpheus, the boy who had gotten himself into a situation he didn’t know how to handle. The only option he really had was to follow the Doctor. He didn’t know where they were going, and he didn’t even know if he trusted her, but he didn’t know where they were, and she seemed to have the most information. If he wanted to get back, he was going to have to either follow her lead or find someone else. Given they were alone here, he was more than willing to hedge his bets following the Doctor.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 20, 2021 0:01:22 GMT -5
The Doctor wasn't even really listening or paying attention. She was striding toward the TARDIS with confidence and purpose that she might not have expressed to this degree yet. From the look on her face, it seemed as if she was decidedly mystified by the whole affair, but also fascinated. The big blue box that was the TARDIS was still there, still looking exactly the same as always, and for all intents and purposes, it seemed likely that this was fairly close to the time they had left. There at least weren't any visible signs to contradict that, including how the sun was sitting in the sky. The doors of the TARDIS opened even before the Doctor reached them, a snap of her fingers seeming to indicate the que for them to do so. Beyond was the same honey colored lighting, the same pillars, the same honeycomb style walls. The Doctor headed directly for the console, while the doors were left open behind her. "Hello dear," she seemed to murmur to the console, a hand running along its rim. "Sorry to be away. Something fascinating happened. I'm just going to do a scan ..." She started pressing buttons, even while half an eye was watching for Orpheus.
Orpheus wasn’t really sure where they were going, but he was in a strange place with two mostly strangers, and he didn’t know how to get out. He would rather follow people he sort of knew than get lost somewhere he had never been, however, so he took to following a few paces behind. He figured the Doctor would probably tell him if she didn’t want him following – after all, she had been candid enough when she had accused him of not being human. At least he had passed that test, despite not really knowing his parentage. Apparently, being the son of a muse didn’t stop him from being human. In this case… he thought that was probably a good thing. He didn’t think the Doctor was particularly violent, but he didn’t know for certain. Being human may have just saved his life. The blue box was a surprise. Orpheus had never seen anything like that, though he was more surprised by the light glowing from the inside than he was by the outside appearance. It was a blue box. Unusual, but not impossible. Light that bright shining from the inside? Now that bordered on impossible. He took a few steps forward, frowning as the Doctor stepped in, closely followed by Crutchie. It looked too small for that… Nonetheless, he took a few steps closer, hesitating before gently stepping in himself. What he saw knocked him absolutely speechless. It was… wow… “It’s bigger on the inside,” he murmured, too awestruck to realize he was just pointing out the obvious.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 26, 2021 21:56:24 GMT -5
It was the same line that the Doctor had heard a thousand times, but she still found herself looking over at Orpheus. She seemed to think about something for a second, one hand pressing across the dials. The doors of the TARDIS closed automatically. The Doctor pulled down a lever, tossing them into the time stream. It would be easier and she would feel safer if they were drifting between times rather than actually staying where they had been before. She truthfully didn't trust that particular patch of land anymore. "She is," she finally said. But she didn't introduce the ship with the same excitement she had Chrissi. Instead she seemed to just let the take this current traveler in with a wary distrust. She'd already pressed the buttons needed to scan their new guest. A proper one. Letting him into the TARDIS may have been a small mistake, but she wasn't yet sure to what extent that might be the case. "And have you ever seen anything ... strange?" she asked. An eyebrow arched. "Out of the usual, that is?"
Orpheus could tell something was the matter, but he had a feeling that asking would just make it worse. He hesitated for a long moment, looking around the TARDIS without touching anything, for fear he might upset the Doctor. He didn’t want to do that, and he most certainly didn’t want to accidentally break anything. With how complicated it all seemed, that felt pretty likely. He had never seen anything like it in his life, and he had considered himself to be fairly well versed in things most people never saw. A perk of growing up next to gods. “Strange?” Orpheus repeated, tilting his head a little bit to consider. “It depends on what you mean by strange. I suppose this counts as strange, I’ve never seen anything like this before. But if you mean things like the sirens… you saw them too, and though I feel most people would consider them strange, they’re not terribly so in my eyes. A world with gods is bound to be covered in monsters as well. I try to avoid them, but it’s impossible to do that forever.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 1, 2021 1:07:58 GMT -5
So ... the Doctor was suitably puzzled. She wasn't actually sure if Orpheus was telling the truth. But she wasn't sure she was ready to discount aliens. Far from it. In fact, she would sooner not even start to discount them. But that didn't mean that she knew the answer. She was perhaps even more puzzled than before. It was, all in all, more disturbing than she would have liked to admit. "Well then," she said, eyes narrowing a bit. Then she glanced at Crutchie. "There's a bit of a ... how to put this ... disconnect to our stories. You see ... me and my friend here ended up in your time -" If it was a time and not a trap "-because we went to a village. And now those things don't connect at all. Then suddenly we end up right back here, only now we have a plus one." She couldn't help but get excited. Excited, but very untrustworthy. "I don't actually think we can get back to your time. Since to my knowledge ... it doesn't properly exist."
Crutchie watched the Doctor, his eyes narrowing a little bit as he looked at Orpheus. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t sure how to react to someone he didn’t know, it was that the Doctor clearly didn’t trust him, and anything the Doctor didn’t trust, Crutchie was fairly wary of as well. He bit his lip, not saying anything. It didn’t really seem possible to him that Orpheus’ time didn’t exist. They had been there. They had almost died there, so unless Orpheus was manipulating them somehow, it had to exist, right? He leaned against the back wall of the TARDIS, deciding it would be best not to say anything. Let the Doctor handle this… she was better at talking to people anyway. Orpheus hesitated, brow creasing. “I don’t know about the village,” he murmured slowly, shaking his head from side to side, a few moments passing between each movement. “But I know that my time… my time,” that was going to take some time to get used to. He wasn’t in his time anymore… he hadn’t really considered that time was something you could just… leave…. “I know that it’s real. I mean… I grew up there. I lived there and worked there, and we were just there. You were there with me, you saw the sirens… how can that not exist?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 10, 2021 2:23:20 GMT -5
It didn't seem like the order of events that was logical, that was why. The Doctor struggled with actively believing it was an accident. She didn't trust that she wasn't being tricked or dooped. But she didn't feel like saying that. She felt like this was an argument that wasn't going to be at all convincing. She pulled the TARDIS lever again, this time sending the time machine off in the direction of Crutchie's time. It seemed like as good a start as any and she was decently sure that she wasn't going to get anywhere with this. "Huum," she said, sounding a bit annoyed, but otherwise holding in the majority of her emotions. Then she indicated the door, well timed with the 'thump' and shake of the TARDIS touching down. "We're back," she said to Crutchie. She would admit that she didn't even know if she wanted him to leave - not with Orpheus here - but she couldn't leave any excuse.
“Back?” Orpheus asked, tilting his head. It was clear that the Doctor wasn’t talking to him, but he thought he would ask anyway. It meant that, like the Doctor, Crutchie wasn’t from the same place that Orpheus was. It was possible that the place Orpheus was from didn’t exist at all… the thought made him a little bit sick to his stomach, but he tried not to let it show. It didn’t matter. Crutchie, for his part, didn’t seem pleased. He glanced at the Doctor, shaking his head as he realized what she meant. They were back where she had picked him up. He wasn’t entirely sure he understood what she meant by bringing them both here, but he had a suspicion. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked after a long moment of silence, his knuckles white where they clenched around his crutch. “I mean… I want to help you figure this out, if you’ll have me. I don’t… want to just go back to my life and pretend that nothing at all is happening… it’s just… not true.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 14, 2021 1:08:28 GMT -5
"No," admitted the Doctor. She did not want Crutchie to leave, but at the end of the day ... was he really meant to be here? Well, of course he was. He had every right to be here. But the question maybe should have been whether the Doctor had any right to make him stay. "You don't have to be here," she said softly. "You don't have to risk anything like that. If you leave now, you'll have a good story to tell. I don't want you risking your life." Somehow, deep down, she felt like that was exactly the possibility. She remembered the sense that he'd met a Time Lord before. That they had somehow twisted something in his head. She didn't want something happening to him. He seemed happy how he was. And Orpheus? She didn't know what - or how - she was going to deal with that. But at the end of the day, it was better than letting Crutchie risk himself when he probably didn't want to. "Traveling with me is dangerous. Really dangerous. I mean that."
“Living on the streets is dangerous, too,” Crutchie replied, eyes sharp as he looked up at the Doctor. “I mean… probably in a different way, but… we risk heat stroke and hypothermia every day. We risk angry people believing that we’re polluting their great city just by existing. We risk infection and starvation and so much more just to survive, because there’s no other place for us. We walk until we have blisters trying to sell enough to earn ourselves dinner. I know what danger is like, and… and I think I’d like to see more of the world… or… the universe, I guess. I can always come back home if I survive. But there’s nothing much exciting about home.” There were his friends, of course. People that he didn’t want to leave behind because they were like family to him. He could go home now, have a laugh and pretend this had all been a dream, but… the world was so much bigger than New York City. Jack had always dreamed of going to Santa Fe. Was it so wrong of Crutchie to dream of traveling as well? “I want… I want to choose to risk things. I want to choose to go with you, because what happened today was more impressive than anything that’s happened in my entire life, and… and I think I want to live, for once. Not just survive.” New York City was home. But maybe… maybe home wasn’t enough right now. Maybe he wanted a little bit more.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 18, 2021 2:43:02 GMT -5
While Crutchie wasn't wrong, it really didn't bring much comfort to the Doctor. Of course she wanted to have him come along, but it also was a war of responsibility. Add to that the fact that she really didn't think it best to let him or Orpheus go until the latter had been worked out properly. The Doctor pulled the lever of the TARDIS again, sending them (with the usual hum and shakiness) back into the time vortex. "Alright," she said after a while. But just until we work him out." And here she nodded in the direction of the aforementioned Orpheus. "So ... let me consider where it is we have to go ..." She was looking at Orpheus when she said that. If he was some time-eating hitch-hiker, then the TARDIS should have been able to tell. Not least of which something probably should have happened by now. But that wasn't what had happened. So what then? She glanced at Crutchie. "Any ideas of destination?" She'd probably come up with something, but she needed something to fill the silence.
Crutchie frowned, following the Doctor’s gaze to Orpheus. He didn’t really know what to make of him. He had been exceedingly nice on the Argo, but if the Doctor was to be believed, that didn’t really mean anything. He could be dangerous. He probably was dangerous. He had been sent back to Ireland with both of them, which… didn’t seem like a very good thing, especially since he seemed to be as bewildered as both of them. Crutchie found he would much rather have an enemy in front of him than one pulling the strings somewhere hidden behind the scenes. “We could… try to go back to where Orpheus is from?” Crutchie suggested, frowning a little bit. “And we can see if the version we saw of it was real or not…” he trailed off, giving a small shrug. “Or we can go somewhere that has a really big library where you could look things up and try to find answers…” that wasn’t where Crutchie really wanted to go, but he could tell the Doctor was worried about the Orpheus problem. Better suggest ways to fix that than suggest just zipping around the universe for the hell of it.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 23, 2021 1:08:08 GMT -5
There was a small frown on the Doctor's lips, but eventually a brisk nod. There was an issue that she saw with Crutchie's suggestion, but she didn't want to mention it. Because in the end, he was right. There was an issue with avoiding the suggestion was well. After a second, she explained, pulling down the lever which dematerialized the TARDIS. "Perhaps that is just what these forces at work want. Perhaps. Admittedly ..." her eyes were alight with curiosity "that does not detoure from the fact that this is probably exactly what we need to do." Yes, it probably was. But she was also still watching Orpheus. Watching him and waiting for him to show his hand. "Ancient Greece then." The TARDIS and the noise stopped, grounding them without the constant shaking somewhere the Doctor had already been several times. Which made her all the more skeptical that there was anything like a mythological figure existing in this space. Even still, she indicated the door. "But by all means ... we are here." Despite her best efforts, there was a flicker of a smile on her lips.
Orpheus was, admittedly, slightly put out by the idea. He hadn’t liked being taken randomly from the job he was working (a job that, should he do it right, would save countless lives), but there was something exciting about a time machine. A time machine that could travel anywhere in the universe, as well. The possibilities were all open – Orpheus did his best not to envision all of the music he could hear with a machine like this that nobody else in his lifetime would ever be privy to – but all they were doing with it was going exactly to the moment they had left on. It wasn’t that Orpheus didn’t understand the why behind it, it was just that… well, part of him loved the idea of exploring. “Here,” Orpheus echoed, casting a nervous look at the door. So far, there had been nothing that seemed absolutely impossible. But a version of his time and place without him made his skin crawl with nerves. “On the Argo, or just in Greece? Thrace or somewhere else?” He didn’t want to step foot outside the TARDIS until he had prepared himself just a little for what he was about to see.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 23, 2021 2:15:48 GMT -5
Well, that was the question, wasn't it? The Doctor didn't know. She had used more of the TARDIS' judgement than she had her own knowledge of what was and was not Greek. Though the fact that this would not give Orpheus an answer was another matter. The Doctor hmphed. "It is where we need to be in Greece to find answers," she said after a second. Then spun a screen around on the console so that both Orpheus and Crutchie could see what she meant my that. There was a light, flashing on the screen console, pulsing lightly along a line which made no sense to anyone but the Doctor. What that meant however was that she wasn't really explaining anything at all. Instead, it was just a matter of assuming this was what she meant by 'supposed to find answers.' "Come on!" she said brightly, heading for the door. "Let's go, before all the answers leave for greener pastures." She said this as she threw open the door and walked out into salt tinged air.
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