My samples run away a lot. ((mun is 15)) ((genderbent rp blog based on Carlos from Welcome to Night Vale)) ((Multishipper)) ((M!As: Healing Hands)) ((icon by furiouscuddles i thought that should be on here))

 

Anonymous asked
''Is it alive?'' A curious high pitched voice asked. This was followed by a vigorous poke in Carol's side. ''DON'T IT MIGHT BE DEADLY!'' Cried another which was followed by murmurs of agreement from the small crowd that had formed around Carol's unconscious form. ''...Wos those thing's it's got on it's head?'' Asked another as small furry hands tried to pry the goggles from her brow.

a-drunk-young-timelord:

fixandpieces:

carolthescientist:

Carol felt something in her side, which is roughly when she started waking up. Ouch. Was she still in the TARDIS?

It certainly didn’t sound like it.. There was something.. someone? Trying to take her goggles. Nono, I need those. Slowly, she opened her eyes to have a look around.

Definitely not in the TARDIS. Ok, are you hurt? Carefully, she began to move her arm up to her head, partly to grab her goggles before they were taken. Which reminds her. She had company. Oh goodness, what if they weren’t friendly?

"H.. Hello?" she asks, sounding a little scared. Pulling her hand away from her face, there seemed to be some blood, but she began to sit up anyway.

There was something very wrong. Very, very wrong. She couldn’t see the Stranger, and Fix was nowhere in sight either. This is bad. Badbadbad.

"Could you, ah, tell me where I am?"

Terrified. Scratch scared, she was terrified, on a planet, she guessed, that she didn’t know, without the Stranger of Fix, who would probably have known what to do.

 

"Oh ffff-fiddlesticks!" Fix stared at the monitor and experimentally pressed a few buttons. It was true that they wouldn’t be able to dematerialise or teleport away with those things attached and Archie whined at the effort of trying to.

"Okay…" Fix breathed, half talking to themself and half to Carol. "Okay, we can’t dematerialise, we’re outnumbered so we can’t fight back without getting our brains blown out… We can try going out there and removing the blockers before they blow our brains out, but we’d have to be quick…"

Fix was thinking hard, practically ignoring Carol. They reached and pressed their hand flat against the console of the TARDIS as though comforting it, or themselves.

"We could give up, go out there and just… Give up." They looked like they were considering it, staring into space. There was dead silence but for their mumblings, Archie still and waiting for orders.

"Or we could-" Fix grabbed a lever seemingly at random and threw themselves into piloting, inputting instructions into Archie, who jumped into life.

"We can’t teleport, but we can fly!" Fix grinned at Carol, and slammed a whole hand onto a series of buttons.

Outside in the reception area, the potted plant started to hover, rising quietly and almost imperceptibly off the ground. What wasn’t as imperceptible was when it rocketed into motion, zooming into the crowd of guards and sending them flying on the TARDIS’ way out of the door.

The Morganasters raised their guns and opened fire. Purple lightning bolts of white hot energy tore after the departing pot plant. The Emperor made no effort to stop them but looked momentarily annoyed as the plant fled, 

”Run all you like!,” He called over the crackling hissing of the gun fire, ”There’s nowhere you can run where we won’t find you!”

Inside the TARDIS Plumes of sparks rained down upon the occupants and the brass console grew hot as the engines strained to operate in a way they really were not accustomed to. The rattling groan of the rotor was even more rattling than usual.  The TARDIS picked up speed as they flew. It crashed through walls and ceilings startling office workers and scattering papers as it did so before eventually crashing into a large room, not unlike a hangar, stacked high with glass tubes filled with an eerie green liquid. 

The TARDIS could continue no more. It skidded to a halt, defeated wheezing onto the concrete floor. The console room was boiling hot and filled with steam and the lighting had gone. The room was silent save the sound of the metal ticking itself cool. The brass console was almost red hot and the rotor had gone dark. The TARDIS’s telepathic systems  reached out to Fix,

No more. Need to rest. Not done anything like that for a while.

The screen on the console revealed the room in which they had come to rest was several miles away from the reception. They’d be safe for now. The TARDIS shuddered as if sighing with relief. 

On the screen Carol could see that the jars varied in size and each contained  something and was linked up to some complex machinery on the ceiling of the room. There must have been thousands upon thousands of these jars.

Carol hissed as she pulled her hand away from the burning metal quickly, shaking it gently. Ouch. Now, however, she had to keep her balance without holding onto anything.

The temperature in here had reached ridiculous levels, and there was steam everywhere. 

"Fix, is the.. TARDIS.. ok?" she calls, trying not to burn her feet (her shoes were long gone) as she made her way to the console, frowning at the screen.

"What in the world.." she breathed gently, frowning at the picture she was being shown, peering closer to try and see what it was. Well the only way to really find out was to go.. outside of this room.

Quick thought, was the Stranger ok after this?

Anonymous asked
''Is it alive?'' A curious high pitched voice asked. This was followed by a vigorous poke in Carol's side. ''DON'T IT MIGHT BE DEADLY!'' Cried another which was followed by murmurs of agreement from the small crowd that had formed around Carol's unconscious form. ''...Wos those thing's it's got on it's head?'' Asked another as small furry hands tried to pry the goggles from her brow.

a-drunk-young-timelord:

fixandpieces:

carolthescientist:

Carol felt something in her side, which is roughly when she started waking up. Ouch. Was she still in the TARDIS?

It certainly didn’t sound like it.. There was something.. someone? Trying to take her goggles. Nono, I need those. Slowly, she opened her eyes to have a look around.

Definitely not in the TARDIS. Ok, are you hurt? Carefully, she began to move her arm up to her head, partly to grab her goggles before they were taken. Which reminds her. She had company. Oh goodness, what if they weren’t friendly?

"H.. Hello?" she asks, sounding a little scared. Pulling her hand away from her face, there seemed to be some blood, but she began to sit up anyway.

There was something very wrong. Very, very wrong. She couldn’t see the Stranger, and Fix was nowhere in sight either. This is bad. Badbadbad.

"Could you, ah, tell me where I am?"

Terrified. Scratch scared, she was terrified, on a planet, she guessed, that she didn’t know, without the Stranger of Fix, who would probably have known what to do.

 

Fix breathed a sigh of relief at the disappearance of the golden light.

"It’s ok, he’s not dying anymore." Fix patted Carol’s arm in what they thought was a comforting way, "But after that, I don’t think the Emperor is going to let us go with the Earth really, he’ll probably try and shoot us out of the sky if he gets the chance." They said casually.

As if realising what they said, they turned tail and ran back to the control room, talking behind them as if Carol was there.

"I’m fine! I’m great! I don’t really want to talk about that right now!" They skidded to a halt next to the controls and peered at the screen.

The screen displayed the reception area, which by now was crawling with Morganaster guards each aiming an incredibly deadly weapon at the TARDIS. Three of them threw small green devices that latched onto the exterior shell of the ship They emitted a high pitched crackle and the TARDIS’s control panel hissed. The screen flashed up some figures and informed Fix that they would not be able to dematerialize with those things in place.

Out side the Emperor had joined the crowd to watch what would happen.

”We’re gonna give you to the count of three to come out.” He called out, ”before I really test the theory that TARDISes are indestructible.”

Carol had taken one look from the unconscious Stranger, to the running Fix, and then gone after them. Fix said he was fine, so.

”..Fix?” she asked gently, concerned about them, before her attention was drawn to the events on screen. Oh no. Oh no. This did not sound like a fantastic situation.

"Ok, um, I’m assuming we can’t go anywhere, due to those.. green things, so what.. what do we, ah, do?"

She was really just voicing her thoughts, trying to come up with a solution, preferably one that didn’t involve them dying at the hands of that disgusting man outside.

And what about Stranger?

Whatever they did, this was going to end badly.

—-

Hmm? Oh, um, hello! I’m Carol. Yes, ah, I was wondering if you stocked, uh, stocked classical music?

..I’m thinking about, ah, giving dance lessons to people.

bumbleshark:

lovelynobody00:

below average height strong girl with a tall gentle girlfriend that giggles nervously when she is lifted into her girlfriend’s arms

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cdwalker:

 

Riiiight.

Well.

YOU HAVE FUN WITH YER OKAYNESS~

[Did a few little pistol hand gestures before just. Slooowly backing away. People from around here were weird.

[Frowns slightly. This person seemed odd]

Uh. You have, ah, you have a good day too?

residentscientistcarlos:

carolthescientist:

 

Yes!

Yes that, ah, that sounds like a good idea.

-excited noises he goes to paper towel up the mess and set up the volcano again f*ck yes-

[Carol goes to help yes this is going to be done again. What an amazing amount of science. Maybe they should video this.]

cdwalker:

 

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Y’think yer okay? 

I’m ok. Sorry I didn’t, um, make that one very clear. 

cdwalker:

+ [ nightvalereptilehouse ]
+ [ carolthescientist ]

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Alright, if yer bleedin’ from somewhere or gotta broken bone or somethin’, I can fix ya, but I’m gonna tell ya right now that there ain’t no room in this inn no more so if yer lookin’ for a place t’crash, yer options are t’sleep out in th’alley or go an’ find another place.

Jus’ a forewarnin’.

ANYWAY can I help you.

Hmm?

[oh there was someone talking to her. Oops]

Ah, hello. No, I think I’m , um, ok. But thank you. I, um, I’m Carol.

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[David is distressed this is a prime time to pop up hello all] David? David, um, are you ok? [If its Jonathan she can ask to speak to David, unless David doesn't want to. Oh no poor boyfriend are you ok?] -Carol

nightvaleprivateclinic:

carolthescientist:

nightvaleprivateclinic:

MY TEETH ARE SHARP AND I KEEP BITING MY TONGUE MY MOUTH TASTES LIKE BLOOD I DON’T LIKE IT

 

Levi is, ah, very sensible.

/Yeah. Yeah, he is. He’s a good guy /

[she smiles slightly. People talking about people they like is generally a nice thing to see. Their face changes. Even if its the same face as your boyfriend’s. It changes slightly.]

He, ah, he definitely seems to be, yes.