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doctor who (d1) patricia menzies

[006]

[Menzies arrives lying on the ground somewhere in the middle of the Plane. she's breathing hard, looking rather horrified and a little pale. she quickly sits up, looking down at herself in apparent confusion. then she starts to pat herself down, as though checking for injuries] All right... No gunshot. Fine now, then. Sure.

[taking a deep breath, she pulls herself to her feet, still looking completely frazzled. after a moment's thought, she takes hold of the ID badge that hangs around her neck. pulling it out, she briskly runs the edge of it along the back of one her hands, creating a small cut. she winces but watches with apparent interest as the cut bleeds red] And not dead. [she breathes a sigh of relief] First thing that's gone right all day... [she replaces her ID card before looking around, her expression uncharacteristically uncertain. she still looks pale and out of breath, and she clearly has no idea what to do now] Maybe this is payback for pissing off Ray.

[ooc: Menzies is in the middle of major trouble back home! See my OOC post for details.]

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If it is, it's pickin' a damn weird thing by sitting you down here in a state of complete and healthy normalcy.

[He wouldn't doubt it, but he's more inclined that something used the Plane to invade (as always has been his suspicion that it one day might) rather than activity from the machine.]

So you died twice already?

[she nods. she's as baffled as you are, Kay] Apparently. But apparently I haven't died at all, so you might want to take that with a grain of salt.

[He gets an idea.

He automatically dismisses it.

She has a sense of duty, but too strong a sense of identity. Were that not the case, he'd take a DNA sample, take it back with him, and have a quick clone made so she could help investigate her own death. But that sense of identity would make making a quick clone cruel for the clone. An immanent expiration time, a forced sense of impermanence. It's different for people that have given up their lives to solve mysteries, but she's solving a mystery to save her life.

He starts trying to work out something else. He knows she brought him with her once.] Need someone to go with you and drag you out in case they didn't miss and there's some sort of fucked up glitch happening?

[she gawps at him at that idea] You do realise that whatever's happening there, it's gotten me killed more than once already. Do you really want to do that?

[the obvious answer would be no, Kay]

Things try to kill me a lot. I usually don't mind it too much. [It just ends up with him messy.] I mind it more when they go after other people.

[He leaves out the bit that he's expendable. He guesses that she wouldn't take too well to that. Most people don't. He values his life, he wouldn't just give it up easily, but he knows what it's worth in comparison to a larger threat and he knows that he has safety nets.]

Are you going to go back and try it again?

[she purses her lips, really not liking this. she's like you, Kay; she's supposed to be stopping the aliens from going after other people. but if what she remembers really happened...well, Manchester is going to have a lot more trouble on its hands than her death, and that's one part she's been trying not to think about]

Not much else I can do, is there? This place is nice enough for a holiday, but not exactly what I had in mind for the rest of my life.

[she hesitates for a moment more before offering her arm. if he's sure he wants to go, he can take it] If the officer's still got the gun? Do me a favour and think yourself back here before anybody else gets shot.

[He puts on a pair of sunglasses, goes ahead and touches her arm, pulling out a little cylinder to hold in his other hand.] Alright. Let's give this a go. [Because one hypnotic state usually cancels out another, and he doesn't know who's after her but if it's an officer he might be able to snap them out of it.]

[she nods and closes her eyes, thinking of Manchester]

[and, quite suddenly, she's on her back, looking up at some sort of glass dome. reflexively, she reaches up to push against it with her hands, but it's shut fast. fighting back the urge to panic, Menzies instead looks around. through the dome, she can see a room--plain and rather dingy. what really marks it out are the wires running along the floor, leading to a bank of machines at a desk near one wall. and at that desk is sitting a man--plain in appearance. brown hair, glasses, medium build. and, quite suddenly, she's hit with a wave of deja vu--she knows that man! but looking at him is making her head swim. the world tilts, and she sees more than feels it as her hands slip back from the glass. she thinks she's about to pass out, and without consciously deciding to, she instinctively sends herself back to the Plane]

[Kay, on the other hand, has appeared within the dingy room, right next to a strange white pod--Menzies' prison. she's inside it, a tangle of wires gathered over her head and branching off into a mess of electrodes, individually stuck against her forehead. and across the room is that bank of computers and the man, who looks quite startled as he abruptly stops typing]

Who are you!? How did you get here!?

SHIT! Damn Fuck!

[He's about ready to reach for a gun, but then he hears a motion behind him. He doesn't have jurisdiction to arrest here, sadly.

He yanks himself back to the Plane before finding out what was behind him.]

The fuck was that?

[Menzies doesn't respond. she's lying on the ground, staring up rather blankly and only half-conscious. her mind is still reeling from the onslaught of memory, mixed with the unfortunate fact that she very nearly got sucked into another mindscape before she made it out of there, and you're really not supposed to be able to interrupt that process]

Goddammit.

[He leans over her and turns her head so he can try to get a look into her eyes and see how she's focusing.] Detective? You there? Come on, hang in there with me.

[between his voice and the physical contact, she's pulled back to reality. she groans, wincing as she focuses on him] What...what the hell just happened? [she cringes in pain] And what did they hit me over the 'ead with...

I think he hit you with an idea. [He puts his arm behind her back to start helping her up.]

Either bastard has a kink for watching pretty ladies get offed over and over again [This isn't an unlikely scenario in his experience] or he's trying to work some sort of information out of you.

[she lets him help her without protest, her mind still reeling] I remember him now. I was supposed to meet him at a café after my shift! New arrival. [she gives him a pained look] What sort of information is he going to get by making me watch Manchester get invaded and killing me?

Invaded? [He squints, thinking.] Is there something people would call on for help in that situation? [Because it doesn't sound like there's an MiB.] An organization? A person?

[she's still struggling to get her mind to focus] In Manchester? Me, mostly. There's some group, too--there was a massive cover-up in London after the Terravore. But I don't know about 'em--just that they're out there.

What he's after is probably going to do shit to get you out of that. Who do you think could help? [He keeps her propped up. He's capable of some engineering and design, but not whatever that was.]

No, hang on. You might be onto something. [she straightens, trying to show Kay that she's all right to sit up now, though she's not planning to stand just yet] I was only in London because the Doctor was involved--I've been labelled some sort of an expert in the force. [she smiles wryly] Too many experiences with 'im. And what better way to get information on the Doctor than to put me through alien invasions! Oh, very good. [she sighs. really, she should have expected something like this to happen eventually]

[but as far as who can get her out of it...] If he is looking for information on the Doctor, then the Doctor might know 'im. Otherwise... [she turns to Kay] What else did you see in there? Any weapons? Any other people?

I didn't see a gun. I heard someone immediately behind me though. [He stays crouched beside her, his hands folded over his knees.] But I've not really talked to the Doctor since the library. How would I get in touch with him?

Two people, then. Did you see anything else? I didn't get much of a look. [her position in the pod combined with the fact that she had to leave almost immediately was not very helpful]

[she sighs] Next time I see 'im, I'm giving him a mobile. But you might try a letter. That's supposed to work around this place, isn't it? [she's a bit torn about whether she should tell Kay that she'll take care of it, but it doesn't seem worth arguing over. still, she wishes she could do more to get herself out of this mess]

Alright. I'll do what I can to try and get ahold of him.

You'll end up back in that thing whenever you go back, won't you?

[her expression is sour] Probably. So I think I'll stick around 'ere for the time being. I could do with a holiday.

I heard those were kind of nice. Liked them during my short stint into retirement. [Despite his joking, he's genuinely worried.] I'll start looking into a way to get ahold of him, alright? You gonna need anything while you're here?

[she gives him an amused smile] You were retired?

Cheers for that. [by this point, she's quite calm, particularly considering the situation. they have a course of action now, and she supposes that's the best she can ask for. once they've talked to the Doctor, then she can start worrying about how she's going to get out of this] Nah, don't worry about me. I've done it all before.

Sounds like this asshole wants to make sure you've done it all before. But I'll believe you. [And he's not gonna go until she's ready to stand up at least, so he sits down beside her to wait.]

Doctor, you are not in this game. No replying for you.

Haha, oops?

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