Doctor Who - The Colour of Fear

[deamonprince]

Taking a Look Around...

The Sage turns around, as keen to know the shape his TARDIS has assumed as Wesley is. "Ah, it never ceases to amaze me the choices she makes - this time she's decided to take the shape of a small, wooden outbuilding, which looks suspiciously like a toilet hut." The Sage's red face instantly betrays his attempts to hide his embarrassment.

"And as for climbing trees, you should be ashamed of yourself - as if I could climb a tree! As you mentioned, books do not teach those sort of skills - well, at least not the books I choose to read." The Sage chortles.

First I take out my Psychic Paper (in leather travel pass holder) and take a look to see if it has picked up any stray psychic transmissions (come one, it's worth a try!). Then I whip my Sonic Screwdriver out of my top coat's interior pocket and try to use it to home in on the signal while Wesley is looking around (and taking 20 to boot). I also take a packet of Jelly Babies from my pocket, and offer some to Wesley.

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Upon spying the TARDIS Wesley stop mid-sentence and guffaws. "Shoot Sage, I thought you said the TARDIS was semi-intelligent. If its gonna be an outhouse it might as well be a stinky one to keep the common folk away."

 

[Raven Crowking]

1 AP to the Sage for his wonderous Outhouse of Travel.

When the Sage looks at his slighly psychic paper, it seems to pick up a sheen for an instant....it looks almost reddish or goldish, but it isn't either. It is there and gone so quickly that the Sage cannot determine what colour it was.

The TARDIS seems to have arrived on the campus of a small university on a brilliant October day. The leaves are in their autumn glory. Students loll about the lawn with books, or as couples, or as larger groups talking.

 

[deamonprince]

On We Go...

"Interesting..." The Sage pauses to think for a second, then quickly pockets the Psychic Paper.
After finishing his scrutinous look at the area, Wesley casually asks "What is?"
"Ah, nothing to worry about, just thinking out loud." The Sage continues
"Now that we are here, seeing as were so close to what can only be an establishment of higher learning, perhaps we could pay a visit, possibly gaining some valuable information from the students and staff residing therein. If we are lucky they may even have an idea as to the Distress Beacon's location or origins, though they are unlikely to recognise the significance of the information." Wesley seems reluctant, so The Sage adds:
"Or we could continue our search for an entrance to the local underground - I will leave the decision to you, Wesley"

 

[Raven Crowking]

Professor Jane Emory was glad when the bell rang, ending her last class for the day. The university didn't take attendence, but it was obvious to her that attendence was down. It wasn't just her classes, either. There had been a string of maulings over the last few weeks -- some wild animal attacking dogs and deer -- and maybe that was the cause. Everything seemed normal enough during the day, but at night it was as though tendrils of fear crept through the village streets......

 

[Lobo Lurker]

"Nah. You have a good idea. Lets talk to the locals and see what they know... who knows, someone might know of an old mine or cave that's associated with local strangeness." with a chuckle directed at the outhouse-TARDIS, Wesley saunters over to the nearest group of students and asks "Pardon, just a moment of your time please." he takes his hat off and gestures to the Sage. "Thanks. My friend and I, he's a foreign scholar, we was just passing through and were wondering who we should speak to to find out information on local legends and/or caves." He smiles his best smile.

 

[Raven Crowking]

I will be gone from Friday August 17 through Tuesday August 28th, inclusive, and will therefore be unable to respond to any posts. As 4e has just been announced, that should be enough to keep you busy until my return! (Family trip to UP Michigan & Wisconsin.)

 

[Raven Crowking]

I got back this Wednesday, but with the 4e hooplah, I haven't checked in on my games before. I am back now, and ready to resume game postings on Tuesday (this is a long weekend in Canada!).

 

[Ilium]

OOC: Glad you'll be back on Tuesday. It's a long week-end in the States as well, but I thought I'd get my first post in anyway...

Jane gathered her things quickly and hurried out of the lecture hall, trying to catch the crowd of students in the hallway before it thinned too much. She was as much on-edge as everyone else in town and she was looking forward to a quiet night of grading papers behind a securely locked door.

Blending into the crowd of students, she made her way down a wide staircase and out into the brilliant autumn afternoon. She hitched her bag up onto her shoulder, blew an errant bit of auburn hair out of her eyes and started making her way across the quad toward the D lot, where her ancient and notoriously moody Fiat awaited her.

 

[Raven Crowking]

As she stepped out into the grounds, a poster caught Jane's eye. Black on green, it was taped to the door, advertising a Halloween concert to be held on campus. She pushed out the door and noticed that a few people must be getting ready for Halloween already....unless "Cowboy" had become normal wear among the local population.

She also noticed that someone had erected, not a port-a-potty, but an actual old-fashioned outhouse on the quad. Although the students didn't seem to be paying it any attention, the thing stuck out like a sore thumb.