Misadventure with a Seer (TAG: Castalia)

[futuredoctor]

Upon entering the TARDIS, the Doctor hung his coat and hat on the coat hanger nearby. He then proceeded to the console and began powering up his vessel throughout time and space. Unlike the previous interiors of his TARDIS, the Doctor preferred his TARDIS to be more efficient, more spacious, simple, yet chic. Hence, the sheer emptiness of the room and the rather high-tech touchscreens on the console in front of him. Cracking up his knuckles, the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and looked as serious as he was during the Great Paradox, "There's no time to waste then. Is there?"

Pressing a button on the console made a rectangular machine pop out behind him and the Doctor began tinkering with it. He needed to know what's going to happen and guess what? He's going into the year 2050 to see if what happened on Mars happens. If that does happen, if he sees Ood Sigma summoning the Doctor, then everything will be fine and safe after all. He needed an assurance on something. Something he doesn't know, but he needs to simply know. That's why he's fixing her to have at least a good number of jumps to go somewhere. She might still be damaged from breaking through the walls of time and space, but she's good enough for short trips, which are basically the kind of trips he had during his Third incarnation. Action-packed yes, but bloody short.

Hearing a beep from the TARDIS console brightened the facial expression of the Doctor and the Time Lord pressed a button on the machine, which disappeared back into the ground afterwards. The Doctor then proceeded to work on the machine and didn't notice that someone had snuck on board. With a grin that could rival his Fourth's insane smile, the Doctor pulled down the handbrakes and the doors of the TARDIS closed just in time the ship began to travel throughout time and space.

(OOC: Here we go Cas! First adventure)

[castalia]

It really didn’t occur to her that perhaps wearing blue heels that day would have been a rather poor choice in footwear. After all, blue heels, not very comfortable when running down the sidewalk with them. In fact, Castalia only made it about halfway before kicking them off. With one quick swipe, she cradled them in her arms as her now bare feet came in contact with the street, trying to follow The Doctor. The problem was, she had left a bit too late, and as soon as she rounded a corner, she could not find him at all. A sigh of frustration emitted from her lips as she frantically looked around. Still nothing.

Her heart was beating fast from the pure adrenaline from running, her feet ached from running in only her socks. Not to mention that frankly it was a bit chilly outside, and the lack of warmer clothing got to her as well. Cas needed to stop, breathe and think. Taking in a small breathe, her eyes looked around. Perhaps if he did come down this way, she could use her psychometry to figure out which way he went. Castalia placed the palm of her hand on the brick of the building beside her. Images flooded her mind, people walking by, conversations that they were having. No, she needed to concentrate on him. After all, Castalia had a bone to pick with him. Who in their right mind just leaves in the middle of a conversation? A brief moment passed by, and she finally saw it, the Doctor had turned left.

Immediately, Cas took off down the sidewalk, bumping into people as she ran with her shoes in her hands. “Sorry!” She managed to apologize to each of them, except that they probably saw her as a complete nutter. Getting up to the corner, she turned left, and right into the alley. She stood there confused. However, the alley was not empty. A blue box stood in her way from the brick wall that ended her chase. She knew that he had gone this way, but again was nowhere in sight. Castalia turned around seemingly defeated when it hit her like an invisible wall. Looking over her shoulder at the police box, it seemed to draw her near. After all, the door was open. Perhaps he went in there?

She ran back to it, going through the open door, fully prepared to not only run into him literally, but the other side of the police box, considering it looked rather small. However, open entering through the door, she had entered the TARDIS, which of course, was bigger on the inside. Instead of most of the humans that had actually seen the inside of a TARDIS, Castalia did not go back outside and run around it. She didn’t seem to be rather shocked on it all. Cas just assumed, that this particular Time Lord had a vessel that was how she put it, bigger on the inside than the outside. Actually, it was rather fascinating. She quietly looked around, unaware that the Doctor was on the other side of the console tinkering away trying to get it fixed. Cas stepped in, seeing how vast the ship was. It seemed to entrance her as she stood staring. That was, until he hit some button and the doors closed behind her.

Immediately Castalia turned around to try and open them but of now use. Defeated, she slowly moved to the thing in the middle, whatever it was. She was out of breath, her hair probably needed to be brushed, and holding her heels close to her chest. Needless to say, she wasn’t going to be winning any sort of beauty contests. Cas slowly cleared her voice to indicate her presence, before speaking. “Guess I should have knocked first..” She mumbled, a small guilty smile on her face.

[futuredoctor]

It was weird for the TARDIS to violently shake on take-off. After being heavily modified by the Doctor to rival that of a Type IV TARDIS, the TARDIS flew smoothly with some occasional turbulence from time to time. But having pushed through the walls of time and space did a number on his beautiful ship. The Doctor knew how hard and traumatic it was for the TARDIS to push her engines past to the limit and almost ripping herself apart. Seeing she still had some troubles, the Doctor knew he would have to see to her needs and get her patched up in no time.

After the violent shaking of the TARDIS, the Doctor smiled and patter the console in front of him. It was his way of saying how appreciative he was of her. He may not vocally state it, but both beings knew what the Doctor wants to convey to her. He then began inputting coordinates. He would be traveling to November 21st 2059 moments after Captain Adelaide Brooke shot herself in order to preserve history. She liked the woman. Not as in like-like, but he admired her. The woman with the starlight in her soul and he had just to ruin the timelines because of a certain dolt proclaiming he was the "Time Lord Victorious."

The Doctor heard a beep on the console and he looked at with interest, "Most engaging, but this isn't physically possible. No one could have boarded you my dear girl unless-"

Then, someone cleared her voice behind him. Judging from the sound of her heartbeat, she was running and he could very much identify her from her heartbeat and voice alone. The Doctor turned around and sighed upon seeing Castalia. Usually he would get mad and all that the Doctor being angry stuff, but he had no right to do so. He just left her in her shop after letting her re-experience her nightmares. The Doctor pressed a button on the rather high-tech console and a couch popped out of the floor, "Well seeing how busy I was earlier, I doubt a knock would be able to alarm me of your presence. Have a seat then."

"You look...dazzling," The Doctor sarcastically said upon seeing her haggard appearance. He then pressed a couple more buttons on the console and a wardrobe popped out of the ground. The Doctor opened the wardrobe and much like the TARDIS, it was much bigger on the inside. Inside it was a circular room filled with clothes of different cultures and timelines. In the middle of the room stood a lone mirror, which meant quite a lot to the Time Lord. "It's quite spacious inside much like the TARDIS and no, I won't tell you why till later. While we're going to somewhere in the future, you might as well get changed and freshen yourself up. After doing such, I guess we have a couple of things to talk about, if you wouldn't mind."

[castalia]

Castalia was one for balance. After all, she had been doing ballet for years, and it takes a lot of balance to remain in those poses without falling over. However, the violent shaking of the TARDIS, she didn’t expect and practically fell over, if there wasn’t a wall of the ship to stop her fall. Great, the first thing she does when entering an alien ship, running into the bloody wall. Yeah, she was a bright one alright. Was it custom for the ship to toss the contens of the inside around when traveling? Another mental note to ask him one day, when he won’t be so upset that she had decided to board his ship. It wasn’t like she had a choice. Cas was going to leave, but the doors closed behind her. So technically, it was his fault. Yes, that was the way she was going to look at it. All his fault.

Castalia remained quiet when she had added her sentence to know that she was here. But it was obvious that he had already known. Apparently whatever he was talking to, let The Doctor know that she had come aboard the Police Box. Quietly, he pressed another button, where a couch popped out of the floor. So did he have a button for everything to magically appear? I mean, was there even room for said couch? No matter, it was all very interesting, but it simply did not freak her out in the least bit. “Yeah well, I didn’t mean to stand around and such in your… Whatever this is.” Castalia started, taking a seat as she attempted to catch her breath, looking at the man. “But you closed the doors on me. So..” This was the part where she was going to tell him it was his fault. But was it?

She had told him about his future, whether he liked it or not. She had pried into his personal mind. She had chased after him once he had left. Of course, she did not ask for the nightmares, but still. Perhaps it was her fault after all, but her stubborn personality failed to admit it. Although, she say anything after that. Until he sarcastically remarked about her appearance. “Oi! Watch it. I’m not exactly a marathon runner, I had to run without any shoes either. And I didn’t get up in the morning thinking, Oh, I think I’ll be chasing an alien around Cardiff.” She snapped, glaring at him. Point made for any man. Never say anything about a woman’s appearance. However, the anger seemed to subside when he showed her his wardrobe.

Castalia stood at the entrance, looking at the vast amount of clothes circled around one mirror. “Wow.” She couldn’t help but say, and even then when he explained, she seemed like a child that had been allowed to pick something from a toy store. Especially when he said that they were going to somewhere in the future. So it was a time machine, or did it go into space too? So many questions, she only hoped he would be willing to answer. She didn’t want to bore him by making him tell the same thing he did to his companions. After all, she wasn’t his companion. She just liked learning. Nodding as he told her to change, Cas moved into the wardrobe looking around.

All the fabrics and colors dazzled her. She had always been a sucker for clothes, and even though her fashion might have been objectable to some, she always thought she had some sense of style. Setting her blue heels down, her fingers brushed past the outfits, marveling at the each and everyone. Cas recognized some from different past ages, and some she did not even recognize at all. Perhaps she could play dress up later. She had no idea how people dressed in the future, so she managed to find something in between. Cas managed to find a pair of black pants, that were boot cut, so they hugged her curves (or lack there of). Hidden off, she also found an emerald green sweater, which seemed comfortable, and probably warm her up from running in the cold. She found a place to hide away from him to change out of her previous clothes, before yelling a “No peeking!” as she rolled her eyes to the comment.

Her hair was unmanageable to say the least. No brush would tame the curls, but she did comb them down a bit, before finding a mustard yellow beret to hide the unmanageable part. Grabbing a pair of chucks, she plopped back down on the couch. “More dazzling then?” She questioned, a small smile playing on her lips. “So are we going to talk? Like how you ditched me in the shop? I didn’t mean to, cause a bit spectacle, it was very unlike me and for that I apologize. Now this is the part where you apologize for running away. All you seem to do is run.”

[futuredoctor]

"Takes your breath away does it? I figure most women are a sucker for clothes. Either that's true or I'm just being too much of a jerk," teased the Doctor. To be honest, he too liked clothes. He did have a bad sense of fashion when he was younger and looking quite different than he was now, but that was the past and the present is all that matters. To be honest, he wanted to have quite a casual and 21st Century get-up, but he didn't do so as he'd probably get an admonishment from one of his past incarnations when they'd bump into each other. Plus, he loved his current outfit. It made him feel jumpy, clever and always ready for action.

Seeing Castalia enter the wardrobe, the Doctor began working on the TARDIS console once more. He was browsing the news from the 51st Century as he tried to fix the cooling systems of the TARDIS. After doing such, he heard Castalia tell him not to peak and the Doctor laughed at her, "Why not? I might just see something that I like."

Moments later, Castalia seemed to appear out of nowhere and she looked better than she ever was before. Her hair might still look like a mess, but she was quite a sight to behold. She looked better now and the Doctor felt that he should give her a bunch of his stuff so that she can continue to make herself look better and feel better.

"Right. Sorry about that," the Doctor apologized to Castalia. He knew she was right and he was going to admit it. Apologizing seemed awkward to him and all, but it was a good thing that he was not as arrogant as his Tenth incarnation or it'd be an entirely different story. "It's a complicated and long story, but it's a funny thing that you mention me running a lot Thinking about it, everything I seem to do is run. Been running for 2,700 years! Can you imagine it? To be honest, I'm quite tired of it and I now have chronic back pain because of it. Still, life goes on and the running never stops. Might I say you have chosen a good pair of trainers as accompanying me usually entails a lot of running."

"Now onto business, this ship of mine is a TARDIS. She's the last of her kind and she can basically go anywhere at any time period literally. From the creation of the universe and up to its end, the TARDIS and I have been to it all," the Doctor said proudly as he patted the console affectionately. The Doctor then clapped his hands together and began to inform her of what is to happen, "Upon hearing your prophecy, I plan to go to the year 2050 and go back to my personal timeline to see if the events of Bowie Base One still happened. You see Castalia Time Lords have this ability to create a new healthy body when we are near death. Think of it as sort of reincarnation. I would disappear and a new man with all the memories I have will be imparted to him. Now when I was younger and had a different body, I was told of a prophecy similar to what you have told me and that prophecy was fulfilled during Christmas 2009. But things have changed and I am not supposed to be here, but I am here because something bad is going to happen. Probably much much worse than Christmas 2009. I need to know what is happening. I need to know if the continuum would stay the same. That is why-"

"We're here, " The Doctor pulled up the handbrake and the TARDIS rematerialized inside an alley nearby moments before his Tenth incarnation saved Adelaide Brooke and returned to Earth. The Doctor put on his hat and coat and opened the doors of the TARDIS, "Welcome to September 21st 2050. It's snowing and rule number one when traveling with me: Stay near me and don't say a thing till I say we're in the clear."

The Doctor then went out of the TARDIS and saw that a TARDIS was rematerialising nearby. The Time Lord saw his former incarnation exit the vessel with the surviving crew of Bowie Base One behind him.

[castalia]

“Well I am not a sucker about clothes per say, just the idea of dressing up. You may not be able to permanently change your face or your personality. However, you put something one, and maybe just maybe, for a night, you can be someone else for a change. Someone that might actually matter, instead of one whose best mates are Jane Austen, Ralph Ellison, and William Shakespeare.” Castalia explained, a small sad smile on her lips, before disappearing into a full excited one. “Sorry, human emotions. Like you said, I am a girl. Apparently, we use that more than males.” She joked, before being whisked away into the wardrobe in a happy daze.

Hearing his retort on her comment of no peeking, she managed a laugh. “Oi! Not until the first date you don’t!” She joked back. For once she felt comfortable having an actual conversation with a person, even when that person happened to be an alien. Perhaps that was her problem all along, she simply did not get along with people of her own species. When she emerged from the wardrobe, she caught him looking at her. “What?” She questioned, still smoothing down pieces of her hair. “You didn’t tell me where we are going, so I had to improvise. “ She mumbled before pulling down the beret. Perhaps if she twisted her hair into a bun it would be a lot better. Pulling the hair tie off her arm, which was her only bracelet like jewelry, she always carried on with her. Cas smoothed the rest of it down before twisting it into a bun, but sideways so it still peeked up from the beret. Pulling a few tendrils out, she replaced the hat, and began to try and pull the sneakers on.

Castalia was actually taken back by him apologizing. Yes, she told him it that he had to for ditching her, but she really did not think that he would actually apologize. Honestly, did he really have anything to apologize for? So when he did, she merely shrugged. “Water under the bridge. Truth be told, the whole wardrobe thing made me forget about it. Is that what you did for your previous companions? Get them mad at you, then show them your extensive clothes collection to make them forget? Not that I say I’m one of your companions or anything. After all, you did kidnap me on your ship, thing.” Yet again, she was rambling. Really, she needed to know how to control her mouth.

“Ah but without running, there is no adventure. And without adventure, what else is there to live for? Then again, I am speaking with very little experience in the matter, so I could, in fact be completely wrong. But if there is one good thing that comes out of your running, Doctor, and that is your live is never completely, utterly, and comprehensively dull.” She replied, pulling one of the chucks on.

Then he got down to business, and as she put her last shoe on, she straighten up her spine and listened to him, trying to make sure she didn’t miss anything. After all, that’s what she was here for, the whole learning part. “So TARDIS, is a she?” She said with a small tilt of her head before standing up. “Well then, uh. Nice to meet you um.. “ She forgot the name already, before it hit her. “TARDIS!” She said, smiling. “So does it actually stand for something?” She questioned before sitting back down again. Now, she didn’t know if the machine really understood her, but frankly, if it did, she would rather have it on her good side than bad. After all, if it had a mind of its own.. well, she would rather not be caught or being stuck in the wardrobe or something. She attempted to stay with him in his explanation, and basically tried to some up what he told her, as if he were some professor at a college and she was a student. “So let me get this straight. We are going into the future to see if something called Bowie Base One happened. Time Lords can change their appearance to escape death, and that’s what happened on a previous Christmas to one of your.. um. Reincarnations. But something went wrong so you are going to go check to make sure everything is still on track?” She questioned, biting her lip a bit. “But isn’t that bad, going to a specific time or what not that you have already been to, what happens if you’re old self sees future self, and oi, now I’m just confused.” Castalia said with a small chuckle. She might have been bright, but even the intelligent humans had flaws in their logic.

When he claimed that they were there, she jumped up, spinning a bit in her new trainers, something she did quite often, seeing as she was a dancer. “Really? Outside those doors is the year 2050? And it’s snowing!” She said, as if he uncovered the biggest surprise of them all. She was quite fond of snow. She was on the verge of following him out, before running back to grab a jacket form the wardrobe, seeing as she probably needed it to keep warm. A double breasted pea coat to be exactly, a deep purple color. She ran to the doors, only stopping when he did. He told her the rules, again tilting her head with a smile. “So I’m traveling with you am I? And you didn’t even bother to ask me.” She joked, before nodding at his rules. “Stay near you, and shut up. Peachy.” Which was her version of got it anyway. She even did the whole zipper up the lips pantomime with it before following him out into the snow. She suppressed the urge to say anything when another blue box appeared out of the alley in front of them, as she silently watched when people she did not recognize exited it.