#iamnothedoctor

( Milly || milly-the-menace )

The warrior's attention was captured by the loud, grating noise of am old TARDIS materialising with some effort. It was quite evident by the way the ship flickered in and out of existance that both her and the pilot were definitely out of practice. After disappearing one last time, threatening to fail the landing, the ship finally managed to stabilise enough to safely turn off the engines. Either by choice or necessity, the chameleon circuit had not been activated at all. (milly here)

The War Doctor stared at the bare, silver tube of a TARDIS, and approached it, curious as to why either the TARDIS, or it’s pilot didn’t want to activate it. But, considering how it’s engines were spluttering, it was probably damaged, or even old. Probably not older than his Type 40,  but, still, he couldn’t tell. He raised his hand and knocked.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

From inside the Capsule, Trey's shaky, bruised hands hurriedly pulled down the scanner. She quickly took note of their location, a battlefield on Gallifrey, as expected, and then took a glance at whoever was knocking.

The War Doctor’s eye twitched slightly, and after grumbling a bit, he stated, “You spotted it, Trey, your shot.” He then crossed his arms, as much as you could with a weapon in hand.

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((I haven't seen them on my dash, RPed, or talked with that much recently because of their hiatus (and I am not following their personal even if i do go on it a lot.) However they're back now and I can't wait to do more threads and talk to them...basically, they're my senpai))

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“…" Missy was shocked.”That’s not-”

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This had been the first time in over 100 years the War Doctor had work something other than his leather jacket/waistcoat get-up, he was wearing a dark Prydonian Red suit, with a cravat, held in place by a seal of Rassilon emblazoned pin, something his previous inarnation had borrowed from Braxiatel, fully intending to return it. The TARDIS had been parked somewhere inconspicuous, which was strangely easy for such a large, and fancy gala.

He had tracked a time-sensitive something to this location, and after popping his head out, seeing where he was, took his psychic paper out of a compartment in the TARDIS console, flashed it at security, and was in. The War Doctor, or, the name he had chosen for this mission ‘John Bowman.’ was using his sonic screwdriver to get a trace on whatever he was getting, deciding getting unwanted attention wasn’t the best cause of action he walked over the closest (nearly) unoccupied table.

"Ah, May I ask a question? have you seen anyone acting strange here? Seen anything odd? At All?" He had his hand in his pocket, ready to flip out the psychic paper at a moment’s notice.

Darcy paused when the man spoke and turned back to give him a look of confusion. “Excuse me?” she asked, raising a brow at him. “You’re gonna have to be a hell of a lot more specific than that.” She gestured to the room around them and gave him a look like he was stupid. There was more odd in this room that night that just about anywhere she could think of.

"If you want me to go down the list, I will. Let’s see…" Her eyes scanned the room until she was able to locate Thor. Not that it was particularly hard, of course. What apparently passed for fancy dress on Asgard certainly hadn’t helped him blend in any more. "There’s the God of Thunder and his girlfriend. I’m here with them tonight as a third wheel," she said, pointing him out. Then she gestured over to where Dr. Banner was trying to both make an appearance because Tony had wanted him their and avoid the rest of the party. "He turns into the Not-So-Jolly Green Giant."