fracturedrp | Pumpkin Carving

Silence had just arrive, she looked a bit scraped and bruised due to her not so graceful arrival, she too the time to walk around and get a feel for her new environment. After a while of looking around she came across a thin dark haired man, sitting outside a police box, and carving a pumpkin, she approached him curiously and gave him a smile. "What are you making?" She asked, then glanced at the police box giving it a strange look.

The Doctor's busy trying to think on what to do with the pumpkin. His attention is hard to break right now. In his hand he has a carving knife, the ground itself has a few more big pumpkins, a spoon and a jar to put the seeds in.

"I could make a pretty TARDIS design, No. A cat? Maybe. Rose? No, Rose would be mad. Myfanwy? Maybe. A Dalek? No, Daleks aren't pumpkiny," The skinny man muses to himself, he goes to mutter again. "Oh, Sha --!" He's distracted by the woman who came up behind him, he turns around with the knife in hand. He looks at it and then her. "Oh! No, I'm not a knife wielding maniac."

The Doctor puts the knife down on the ground, his arms go up and he holds his hands out. "See? No knife. Oh, I'm just enjoying the time of the year, a favorite hobby of mine. Pumpkin carving!"

Edited 2010-10-11 17:46 (UTC)

Silence could help but chuckle at him, "Even if you were a knife wielding maniac I don't think you could hurt me easily." Silence walks over to him and takes a seat, "So, pumpkin carving huh? Looks fun, I've never done that before, though I have heard of it. My friend tells me stories of Earth traditions." She pauses for a moment then adds, "I'm Silence." She extends her hand some introducing herself.

"Well, you never know these days, this park has plenty of stories about maniacs wielding knives," The Doctor says matter of factly, as he offers out his hand. "Yes, pumpkin carving. People sometimes go overboard, well that's me overboard. Oh, I have an idea. I can't exactly share the idea, it'd ruin the contest."

"Oh, right. Name's The Doctor. Silence? You don't really come off as a Silence," The Doctor says, he's rude of course that's the type of person he is. "It's very nice to see you, oh, you look a bit roughed up. I hope nobody was causing you trouble."

She gave him a funny look, "Where I come from I go by many names, but Silence, seems to be the only one that doesn't remind me of--" She paused as memories of the machine she had been trapped in, surfaced as terror and memories of the pain she endured reflecting on her face. She then shook her head some and smiled, "Well, you don't exactly look like a Doctor..." She said with friendly sarcasm.
then the Doctor brought up the fact that she was injured. "Oh, I'm fine, sort of fell when I arrived here." She smiled a bit more feeling a touch shy, "So this contest? Sounds like fun, what do you win?"

The Doctor seems absolutely puzzled by this. "Are you sure? I'd consider Silence for the name of a mime. Sorry, if I'm sounding rude."

He watches her, The Doctor's mania has a method too it. The Doctor leaned his head over for a bit. "Oh, you okay? Well, what's a Doctor supposed to look like?"

"Fell? Oh, right, those rifts that appear at random," The Doctor says, he's not ashamed to tell her what likely happened to her. "It's for a contest, oh I don't know what it is. I just want to win it."

"No, you're not being rude. But rather curious, I like that." She smiled a warm smile, she gathered that he wasn't exactly like most inhabitants especially given he seemed to know about rifts, so she decided to get to the point, and not play Normal "My name comes from a tittle I was given in a different time, my friend called me that when we first met in the early 15th century, because I couldn't adapt my brain to conform to primitive Earth communication, I simply didn't speak."

She paused a moment, "It's not what the exterior looks like, though it seems to be your classic white get up. It's how they interact with you. The Doctor's and scientists that I met were... heartless and what most primitive species would call, soulless..." The memories of her past couldn't help but surface more, and once again her mind grew distant and her eyes showed fear, terror and pain.
She sighed a bit, as she snapped out of it, and looked at him her expression honest and stern, she then said softly, "You're not like the rest of them.. what are you?"

"Of course, I was being rude. I'm quite a rude person, well never mind that," The Doctor says, but then he shuts up to let Silence explain things to him. He rubs his chin a bit, none of this is alien to him. The fact he's not traveling, as frequently as he once did is. He glances down at the red patch of grass that he's seated on, and then back to the woman in front of him. "A different time, you're not alone there Silence. This isn't exactly home for most of us."

He gives a bit of an Ooo face. "15th century, it's an amazing century, brilliant minds and an age of new discoveries. I really would like to visit my friend Da Vinci again. Maybe later, I'll bring him a hot dog and pictures of helicopters."

"Classic white is a bit stuffy for me, I like the Geek Chic myself. That's what they call it right?" The Doctor grabs hold of the pumpkin, his eyes soften as she describes many doctors and scientists. "Some of them are, but not all of them share that view. Me? No, of course not. I'm far from the stereotypical scientist. I'm more of a doctor of everything."

Silence, looked down. Slightly, "I'm glad I'm not the only one from a different time..." the brunette sighs a bit, feeling a bit weird. Then adds. "It was a nice time, I somewhat miss it."

Silence felt a bit awkward about telling him what had happened to her, though she wasn't against sharing the information. Especially from what she sensed about the man in front of her, he seemed like one of those people that wanted to help others. She could tell he wasn't human, and while she was a bit unsure of this Doctor name. She decided to show him, instead. "This may hurt a bit, and if so I'm sorry." She had hoped her instincts were right when it came to people.

Silence took him by the hand, before closing her eyes and letting time bend around her, causing them to go back in her time line. "Welcome to Cylerfraya.. Doctor. We're five billion years in the future during the time of the Utopian war, a struggle to create the dream that many both want and fear." they were standing on the planet itself. Looking at the city in front of them.

The Doctor has been feeling off from this woman, his acute ability to detect something like Silence. He's been playing stupid. "Oh, there's lots of those. Well, it's easy, it's easy.." The Doctor mutters a bit under his breath. "When it's exactly what you are.."

While he's a bit unstable, then again most Doctors tend to be on the unstable side of life. He sat there, but then the woman took him by hand. This resulted in a surprised look from The Doctor, it's an even bigger surprised look when he's drug through Time and Space itself.

He grimaces at the rough trip. "Really, give me a better warning. We could of taken a bus." He gives his head a shake, to clear off the cobwebs from his brain. He listens to her, the mention of a war brings back haunting memories of the Time War with the Daleks. "It's because there's different views of what one's utopia is. It could be one of peace and it can be one of war." He says, as he stares at the city they're looking at.

Silence looked at him oddly at first, then pointed out. "it would have been more risky coming here, any other way." She bit her lip a bit, "That's the problem. The other planet Vogtolion, is run by a mad man that believes to create Utopia, one must be the ultimate power. Kind of like Adolf Hitler did in Germany." She looked back at the city, "Here, the group of council members think that Utopia should be brought through peace and a conflict free planet. But the problem with this is how they do they do it."

She turns around facing him directly, "Now, this is going to be the part that hurts. The military does hourly sweeps of the city scanning for potential spies. They take anyone that's not from here prisoner." She pauses a moment, then says, "trust me when I tell you that you don't want to be there prisoner."
Silence steps closer to the man in front of her, and says, "I'm sorry." Before, placing her hands on certain parts of his head, to alter certain parts of the brain some, then she pulls him close letting her forehead touch his, as she focuses her mind to see into his and adapt the various molecules and DNA to that of the inhabitants on Cylerfraya.

The Doctor's about to stuff his hands into his pockets, one of his favorite things to do when he's listening. He raises an eyebrow a little, he then sighs. "The idea of utopia to be brought together by war. You can't have peace without the other sadly."

Hurt!? The Doctor blinks once and then double blinks. "Okay, we might want to go back to Central Park. Janis? She's a parrot, she'll be looking for me again soon. Prisons? Oh, I got a wonderful relationship with those." His hands come out from his pockets, he waves them in the air and he's about to go pry her hands from his head but it's too late.

Oh, pain? She wasn't kidding as he fights back a scream, he's able to control himself. The idea of his entire body changing is frightening. He stands there, head in hand. "Even if you're Wibbly and very Wobbly, blimey!" He seems to complain, so much for the idea of being put in a prison.

Silence didn't expect the man to be that different, she stumbles back a bit holding her head, "speak for yourself Doctor. I'm used to aliens and hell even reapers, but you're well, I've never met a Time Lord before, thought your kind was wiped out." The only reason she knew this was because first off, spent a lot of time traveling and because of what had just happened.

After a moment of collecting herself she looked at him a moment, and then said with a smile, "Shall we?"

The Doctor's just staring at his hands, absently. He's got different hands, and he's not liking this. He didn't forget that. "There was two of us at one point." He sadly says, as he still looks at his hands.

"I want my old hands back," The Doctor says, with a bit of protest in his voice. He then looks up at her. "Oh, you were saying?" The poor engrossed over different hands Doctor. He gets a very strange pins and needles from Silence, as if his hands went to sleep.

"Alright then, let's look around then!" The Doctor's sense of adventure has over taken the Time Lord. "Reapers are creatures you never want to come across, well you know that."

Silence, feels a bit bad but knows it's for the best to some level. She gives him a hug, and smiles. Before she proceeds to lead him into the city. "This city in currently testing the N.T.U systems. Or Nero Thought-based Units. As of now it's mainly being tested on the Military Special Forces. They're hoping this will make Utopia possible." She sighs some, "To put it bluntly mind control. The military is using it to give orders directly, though it has a great deal of glitches. And when they glitch it often is fatal."

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