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))

 

OOC PSA

I’m thinking of moving Carol’s blog to a different location.

THIS BLOG WILL STILL REMAIN UP IF I DO.

However, I might make it into a side-blog on my other account, Ewan, because that’s where all my other blogs are, and I feel it would be a lot less abandoned.

So.. Your thoughts on 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:

carolthescientist:

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.

 

Carol rushed over to support Stranger, frowning disapprovingly at him.

"You should, ah, not be up at all." she scolds him, before answering his question. "They.. They’re species native to, um, to all the different planets this corporation have, uh, stolen. They’re.. slaves." she finishes, looking at them, and then back to Stranger.

Fix’s question has her walking over and looking at the attachments. “What would, ah, you like to me do?” she asks, frowning at the things and attempting to make sense of what they were, and how to remove them. Stranger looked like he was going to pass out, and so she turned briefly. “Sit down before you, um, fall over.” she tells him, and then smiles to say that she is pleased to see he’s getting better, but stop being silly.

Stranger collapsed down next to Fix and leaned on the plant pot staring wide eyed at the jars,

”That…” He shook his head and took the creature from Fix,

”Well…These I can understand anyway…they look like Vortex Ticks but with some extra stuff….thrown in.” He looked up at Carol ”They’re like mosquitoes for TARDISes” he said by way of an explanation, ”this one’s dead… The others will die when y…you take them off.” He closed his eyes and groaned. he relaxed his grip on the creature and let it fall to the floor where it landed on it’s back with a clatter. There really was quiet a lot of blood seeping through the bandage now.

”Carol take this,” Stranger produced a small knife. The handle appeared to be made of bone and the blade of a strange, rippling, opalescent purple metal, ”Michron steel blade, Cat bear tusk handle…cut through anything.” he flipped the knife so that the handle was offered out to Carol, ”Here use it on the Ticks.” His hand shook as it struggled to hold the blade.

Taking the knife, Carol sends a look of concern towards him. “Are you, uh, going to be ok?” she asks gently, beginning to cut the Ticks off of the TARDIS, but still indicating that she was listening. As they fell off, the caught them - she wanted to take a closer look at them, if that was going to be possible.

Briefly, she turned around to look at the other two, and the first thing she noticed was the rather alarming amount of blood coming through those bandages. “Stranger..” she said uneasily, before handing the knife to Fix wordlessly. Here you take this I have to deal with a ridiculously stubborn man who doesn’t appear to have any concept of ‘rest until you know you won’t hurt yourself when you move.’

"Those bandages are going to need, um, changing. You need, ah, medical help, and you’re not going to get it by lying out here struggling to, um, stand."

Harsh. But also true.

Anonymous asked
How'd we get in this mess? (Carol)

a-drunk-young-timelord:

carolthescientist:

a-drunk-young-timelord:

I have no idea… It was the xray machine in the lab I think…I was hiding some very illegal tech in the radiation compartment and it seems to have reacted…well like that.

Why, um, why on Earth…

[She has not yet taken her eyes off of the sight before them both. Well, she took her eyes off of it long enough to find some safety gear]

Do you not have, um, any common sense?

I think I sold it… *inspects the thing* Do…you you think it’s alive?

Uh.

[Carol approaches the thing, trying to determine whether it is or not]

That is, ah, highly likely. Not only is this.. Night Vale, but, ah, it also has aspects from wherever you, uh, got this from.

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Anonymous asked
How'd we get in this mess? (Carol)

a-drunk-young-timelord:

I have no idea… It was the xray machine in the lab I think…I was hiding some very illegal tech in the radiation compartment and it seems to have reacted…well like that.

Why, um, why on Earth…

[She has not yet taken her eyes off of the sight before them both. Well, she took her eyes off of it long enough to find some safety gear]

Do you not have, um, any common sense?

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.

fixandpieces:

a-drunk-young-timelord:

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.

 

The creature dug it’s claws deeper into the exterior with an electric hiss as a familiar albeit very shaky voice rang out,

”Since when was….Archie your TARDIS?” The Stranger clambered out of the plant and forced himself to his feet using Carol as a support. He was pale and his shirt was torn revealing some scars and what looked like a prison serial number that was only just covered by very hasty and crude bandage work. there was already blood seeping through and he was breathing heavily and his eyes widened as they took in the sight of the room,

”Other take it…” He breathed leaning heavily on Carol, ”Probably shouldn’t be up… But you’d all only get hurt w…with out me…” he grinned shakily to Carol. He looked around at Fix and at the creatures clinging to the TARDIS,

”Can’t leave…you alone for a minute can I, kid? What have you done to my zarking ship?”  He released Carol and dropped to his knees, perhaps a little harder than he intended and poked at the green device. he was contemplative for a moment before turning to Fix and saying ”I have no idea what these are.” He almost passed out as he climbed to his feet using Fix as a ladder,

”What the hell are those things?” he asked Carol pointing back to the green jars.

"You should probably sit down," Fix observed, eyes taking in the prison number and bandaging quickly before turning back to work, "They’re attachments the Emperor and those other mean people put on, we can’t teleport or anything like that. And I’m not a kid! Don’t call me kid!" Fix frowned at him.

"Come on, please?" Fix cooed at a limpet, which stubbornly stayed put, "Oh fine." Fix started levering it away with a knife, abandoning the coercing quickly. "I don’t suppose either of you could help me out here?"

Carol rushed over to support Stranger, frowning disapprovingly at him.

"You should, ah, not be up at all." she scolds him, before answering his question. "They.. They’re species native to, um, to all the different planets this corporation have, uh, stolen. They’re.. slaves." she finishes, looking at them, and then back to Stranger.

Fix’s question has her walking over and looking at the attachments. “What would, ah, you like to me do?” she asks, frowning at the things and attempting to make sense of what they were, and how to remove them. Stranger looked like he was going to pass out, and so she turned briefly. “Sit down before you, um, fall over.” she tells him, and then smiles to say that she is pleased to see he’s getting better, but stop being silly.

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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:

carolthescientist:

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.

 

Carol took a moment to look at the boots, opening her mouth to ask Fix if they were sure, but by that point they had left. She pulled them on, grateful for the relief from the burning floor, and just stuck her head round the door.

She couldn’t see anything that looked out of place, or not good, so she hurried out of the TARDIS, where it was still boiling, to join Fix. If they wanted their boots back now, they could have them. Once out of the plant pot, she looked up at the room around them, and slowly walked towards one of the jars. Don’t touch. Could be dangerous. Probably is dangerous. She stared for a couple of seconds, and then turned back to try and help Fix.

"Is there, um, anything I can do?"

Outside the TARDIS the freezing, cavernous room smelt faintly of antiseptic and old dust. The devices stuck to the TARDIS were like limpets. They clung on tighter with every effort Fix made to remove them. Eventually one popped off with a sound like that of a bandaid being removed. Tiny spider like legs folded back up into the machine and the glow dimmed. For a brief moment the shell of the actual TARDIS could be seen under the disguise before it closed up like a wound healing over itself.

It would take Fix a while to remove all of the devices, five, maybe ten minutes or so. Upon closer inspection the machines revealed themselves to be less machines, more organic in origin not unlike most Gallifreyan technologies. 

The room was suddenly illuminated by a harsh artificial light, as motion sensors detected the two moving around. A cheap and cheery advertisement  voice crackled over the intercom almost drowned out by some cheerful brass band music that had no doubt been obtained cheaply from the cheeriest of people,

”Heeelllllloooo, to you ladies, gentlemen and all the variations there upon!!!” It proclaimed cheaply and cheerily, ”Welcome to our Creature Catalogue. Perfect for the labour you yourself find boring, dangerous or ha, ha just plain ol’ don’t wanna do. These handy dandy slaves, have been harvested from the planets you saw on your way in, can be yours for a varying additional fee so why not book a guided tour of these beautiful samples and see what best suits your needs ha ha!!! And don’t forget about our sales week which is coming right up folks, everyone is 50% off from the second orbit!!! ”

It faded into static and the room was plunged back into silence save the thick, ominous bubbling of the jars that filled the now fully illuminated room. They could now see inside each of the green jars there was a sample of each creature taken from each planet, suspended by wires protruding from limbs in a grotesque manner as the fluid bubbled around them. Each jar had a name plate and what looked like a price.There must have been thousands of them.

Carol picked up one of the things to inspect it, and then nearly dropped it as the loud announcement came over the system, making her jump.

The message and the tone in which it was delivered both scared and angered the scientist. How dare they, this was absolutely disgusting, and her face showed just how appalled with this company she was.

She turned back to the jars, walking over briskly and looking at it with horror. This is horrible, unacceptable, disgusting, why would someone do something like this, do these people, that run this place not have a conscious?

"This is, um, this is absolutely, uh, horrific." she says, at a complete loss of what to do, or say other than this.