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Post by Micaela on May 11, 2011 4:15:37 GMT -5
((FOR 'VERSE REFERENCE: proper 1536, without JRM!Henry and distinctly plus an Anne Boleyn. The 'verse weirdness will come into play later c: It's like a prologue!))
Micaela was still busy peering at all the bits and bobs and the fact that they were somehow all inside a police box, occasionally letting a burst of giddy laughter escape in her disbelief. She had at least moved past gaping and had adjusted to the shaking and shuddering when she felt it stop.
Well, the eyebrows were creeping dangerously close to her hairline, but she seemed more impressed than incredulous. "That fast?"
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Post by Eleven on May 11, 2011 4:24:47 GMT -5
"It'll only take--a moment" The Doctor yanked another lever forcefully, then darted round to check one of the dials, " and here we are--the TARDIS pitched a bit more, then steadied, then the vwo-oo-orp vwo-oo-orp vwo-oo-orp from earlier in the courtyard echoed throughout the control room, and then everything was still.
"There--late 16th century London, the golden age," the Doctor rubbed his hands together eagerly, "when Shakespeare reached his peak, is right outside that door!"
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Post by Micaela on May 11, 2011 4:26:51 GMT -5
She bit her lip in excitement, almost hesitant to head towards the door, and then her brow furrowed suddenly. "Won't I stick out?"
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Post by Eleven on May 11, 2011 4:29:12 GMT -5
"Oh well, there's a wardrobe, let's see, where did it put it now, right down that way then up a flight," he gestured at one of the corridors that led off from the main control room, "if you want to change, it's got everything, should have something in your size, I'll wait right outside."
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Post by Micaela on May 11, 2011 4:38:19 GMT -5
A huge grin spread across her face--an adolescence spent watching costume dramas made for a passion for historical clothing. She managed to resist the urge to just look at the clothes for hours and grabbed the first dress and chemise she could find in her size (without putting on stays). She was still fastening hook-and-eyes when she made it back to the main room.
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Post by Eleven on May 11, 2011 4:49:57 GMT -5
London might be a city of stone and mud rather than steel and concrete in this era, but it was as busy as ever, vendors hawked their wares, laborers clad in their dull, coarse, somber-toned garments shuffled wearily past, wealthy gentleman clad in velvet or silk of deep, rich hues strolled by, discussing something, and though the TARDIS might translate their speech, the upper class lilt was still distinct.
Carts bumped, and jostled over the rounded cobblestones where the street was properly paved, and sprayed mud in their wake where it was not. Wheelbarrows, usually pushed by grumbling, sweaty men, rattled among the crowd, more rarely, the occasional carriage, often containing a finely dressed lady rolled by, the thick wheels and team of horses drawing the vehicle a bit more smoothly and swiftly compared to the lesser contraptions in the street.
The Doctor folded his arms and leaned against the TARDIS, contented for the time being, he had been here before, but it was still good to soak things in for a moment now and then.
After about a minute, he began to feel restless, he slipped his hand into the breast pocket of his tweed jacket and pulled out his screwdriver, just a brief scan to make sure--
Technology. Advanced technology, somewhere within a limited radius, he craned his neck and tried to peer over and into the crowd. Nothing suspicious but--he ran the scan again and checked the screwdriver, yes, it was near--but it was moving, a little to the north it seemed. There was no way one could allow careless use of futuristic technology in Elizabethan England, and there nobody who could stop it--except him. He followed the signal.
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Post by Micaela on May 11, 2011 4:58:20 GMT -5
Finding the main chamber empty, she figured he must have decided to wait outside. It was a miracle she remembered to close the door behind her when she got out--rather than slack-jawed awe, this was more laughing, overjoyed disbelief.
Then, of course, she couldn't find him. Which resulted in panic. She in the sixteenth century, guideless. Thankfully there was really only one possible direction as they'd landed in something of a dead end, so she set off as fearlessly as possible given the circumstances. She looked around frantically, and was about to ask someone if they'd seen a man in odd clothing passing by when she spotted him, noodling about and taller than most of the people around him.
Her sigh of relief was intermingled with "you know it's a good thing you look like a baby giraffe, sticking your neck out at things" as she appeared at his side.
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Post by Eleven on May 11, 2011 5:00:57 GMT -5
"Baby giraffe, what Micaela?" He seemed preoccupied, checking the device in his hands again. Finally he looked up, as though measuring the height and span of the imposing building of reddish stone that stood directly across the street. "The royal palace," he glanced at her, "would you like to go inside?"
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Post by Micaela on May 11, 2011 5:08:41 GMT -5
With the tunnel-focus that comes with panic having dissipated, she was now more free to look around herself. She was really, seriously here. She also spotted some kind of notice reading something about the Queen's imminent decapitation. They had missed the mark a little and got Henry rather than Elizabeth, which frankly was fine by Micaela.
"What is that-- um, yes, but-- I'm pretty sure it belongs to Henry rather than Elizabeth." It occurred to her that she might seem like she was criticizing. "Which is fine! Except, well, probably good to know if we're going to go waltzing into the palace."
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Post by Eleven on May 11, 2011 5:17:27 GMT -5
"Oh yes, but I don't mind, you don't mind? That's good, one generation earlier, and some people take it so dreadfully, the TARDIS makes a mistake sometimes, poor old girl."
"Now," he stowed his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket, and offered her his arm, "come along Micaela, what's the point of going to London if you don't see the queen, well "he wrinkled his brow, "it's just the king that's left in this case."
Crossing the street, they stopped in front of a row of stony faced, heavily armed men, "Hullo there!" rummaging in his pocket the Doctor pulled out what looked like a wallet empty except for blank paper, and flashed it in front of their faces.
"Sir John--" gasped one of the guards, "and the Lady Micaela, lady in waiting to the Duchess of -----, we've been expecting you, but what happened to your escort, the carriage, the luggage--"
"What? Oh that rubbish," the Doctor waved his free hand carelessly and with more cheerfulness than some might have deemed suitable, "that sort of thing just slows you down, my good friend and I," he grinned down at Micaela, "can escort ourselves anywhere we like."
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Post by Micaela on May 11, 2011 5:23:05 GMT -5
Micaela was awfully busy staring from place to place, something new catching her eye every time she focused on something, but she snapped to attention when she heard something about ladies-in-waiting. She was utterly unsure how the guard suddenly believed them to be nobility, but looked terribly pleased all the same and spared him a gracious smile for letting them in before positively grinning up at the Doctor. She was only barely resisting the urge to bounce.
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Post by Eleven on May 11, 2011 21:21:52 GMT -5
They passed through several more guarded entrances before entering the palace itself. Tall, cool stone curved above them, in here, nearly everybody was richly dressed, except for a few, undoubtedly servants who scurried quickly about, and even they were dressed in more finely made clothes, crisp, fresh whites, or neat browns, than the laborers outside.
The Doctor glanced about, nothing to raise the alert for yet, so he continued strolling forward arm in arm with his friend, both managing to blend into the sea of rustling courtiers with moderate success.
Suddenly the Doctor stiffened--was that the unmistakeable gleam of--yes it was!
"Micaela, you're from the 21st century, but you know a bit of history--I think you can confirm for me, isn't the 16th century, AD, a bit early for a mobile communications device, with little flashing lights?"
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Post by Micaela on May 12, 2011 0:59:53 GMT -5
Now here... here she was easily distracted. At 5'3" she had to skip every few steps to keep up, and that was besides the fact that she kept slowing down to look at things, bodices and embroidery and slashed sleeves and gloves and doublets and hats. So, so many hats.
"Well, I was born in the twentieth but--" She frowned. "You mean like a cellphone?"
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Post by Eleven on May 12, 2011 1:09:16 GMT -5
"No! Well, yes, the closest thing to it you'd understand I suppose, it serves as a wireless broadcaster and receiver, I've seen plenty of those, 51st--52nd century."
He leaned to the side and craned his neck to get a better view, continuing, "People use it to call home, so to speak, when they have to visit this time, historians, archaeologists," he made a face, "or ne'er do well captains."His expression darkened a bit more. "But that man over there, in the red, " lowering his voice and nodding toward a man in dark red velvet, "he's using a scrambled signal."
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Post by Micaela on May 12, 2011 1:16:53 GMT -5
Frankly she hadn't thought about the fact that, if time travel existed, archaeology would involve the actual visiting of the period in question. She blinked. "There are other time travelers? Does everyone travel in time in the future?"
Issue at hand. right. "Um. If it's scrambled he doesn't want anyone knowing what he's up to... d'you think he's been sent back on some kind of secret... mission... thing?"
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