I am and always will be the optimist.

An RP blog for the Tenth Doctor, affiliated with @hiddenwashington

[a-madman-withabox]

gxmemyth​:

The raven haired princess kept close to the wall next to her, trying to keep herself grounded between the dangerous thoughts that he was human… or that he saw her. The remains of the stars glittered from her fingertips, sparking soft light onto the cold brickwork. Noticing the gentle glow, she slowly moved one hand in the air and tried to stem back the energy flowing through her; as if it was desperate to jump out. The look of amber fear turned up to the strange Doctor, the hue dying down to a dark gold. A sign that the effects were still there but she was battling through. 

“Yes… Such horrible thoughts.” She managed to whisper out, pulling her hand back to try and keep herself together. She did at least feel some understanding with this strange man. He knew that what they were thinking was wrong and the poison in their mind was struggling to take hold. Maybe she was thinking of it wrong. If two of them were close, they could either snap themselves out of it or be strong enough to withstand the brunt of each other’s outburst - something she didn’t want to happen no matter what. “Luma.” The starlit girl spoke up, letting out a nervous breath. “I’m Luma.”

“Luma? Hello, Luma, that’s a lovely name. Now, I know things are really bad here right now; there’s something in the water that’s altering our minds. Am I safe in assuming then, you’re not human? Oh - well, yes, that...the lighty bits, yes, I see that you’re not human, or not a normal human. I’m not human either; we’re in this together, eh?” The Doctor spoke a bit more slowly for this young lady; he could tell that she was frightened, and opted for sensitivity in this case. The light sparking from her fingertips, the fear and uncertainty - who knew what that power was capable of, and while he was deeply curious, there was no chance for him to discover why. He could see her struggling with - something? Her power? Her negative emotions? Both things he could relate to. Gently, he reached out and cupped her jaw with both hands, trying to draw her focus to him. His touch was soft, careful, his hands steady. “Yes. They are horrible thoughts. They’re forcing us to abandon all the things that make us good and kind and considerate. It’s alright to be afraid, but you’re not alone, Luma. I promise you, you’re strong than you know. Take a deep breath, and try to focus on the good. What was a good thing you did before you were trapped here? Come on, I’ll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours.”

[a-madman-withabox]

fallenangelsxxx​:

Crowley feels a bit like his head might explode as he attempts to absorb all the information that the Doctor just threw at him. This guy’s brain must move a hundred miles an hour, whereas the demon’s works at maybe forty-five on a good day. 

“Uh..good. Glad I was on the right track.” Crowley blinks. “Afraid I’m not familiar with that particular sisterhood. I was just told to go stir up trouble, so I did.” He shrugs. “Mission accomplished, and all that.” He chuckles, remembering that day quite vividly despite how long ago it was. 

If the Doctor had met Adam and Eve as well, he’s not entirely sure how he and Aziraphale didn’t notice him…..must be a sneaky bugger.

All this talk of time travel and multiverses boggles the demon’s mind, but he tries to keep up. It’s not that he can’t imagine it, that’s the easy part. He was there shortly after the universe was created, after all. It’s more the science of it that he can’t quite grasp. Too complicated. Probably a bunch of formulas and other such nonsense involved.

“I’m definitely not human, you’re right about that.” Crowley smiles. The scan wasn’t intrusive, so it doesn’t bother him, just took him by surprise. Once he’s in snake form, he’s incredibly amused with how smitten the Doctor is. Most people would run away in fear, but this guy is treating Crowley like some fascinating specimen.

He’s certainly never been called ‘beautiful’ before, not in this form, anyway.

Crowley had guessed that the Doctor was something….other, so the confirmation isn’t surprising. “Not sure how it’ll affect me either, suppose we’ll find out soon enough..” He hisses, slithering up the other man’s arm as instructed and looping loosely around his shoulders, not wanting to be too constricting.

“Let’s see if we can figure this mess out, shall we?” 

“I may not be human, but I’m just as susceptible to some viruses are humans are. Not all of them - and some viruses I’m immune to, but others can kill me. If it’s a mind altering substance, I should have been able to fight it off for longer than just twenty four hours...but everyone I’ve met has succumbed in a day or less since arriving here. I’m not able to isolate the contagion in my system and flush it out, so it’s not a poison, or a drug. I’ve also noticed that normal humans - those without superhuman abilities - don’t appear to be affected, so it seems to be targeting unique humans and nonhumans like you and I. Oh! Well, isn’t that delightful; is this part of that demonic power, then? Brilliant - like a shapeshifter; I’ve met quite a few of those in my travels, but...some of them were mutated humans, and others, it was just a part of their biology. None of them were demons, though. Do you like the stars?”  The scientific observation was cut off by the Doctor’s delight at Crowley slithering up his arm and settling about his shoulders. Ever fond of other beings, creatures, and unique entities, he was grateful for the reminder of why he chose the path he did. It helped to stave off the struggles of this mystery contagion - but he dreaded to think what would happen when it finally took root in his brains. The very idea of someone tampering with his willpower infuriated him. “...From what I’ve observed,” he continued as he began to walk through the streets, “It appears to do the same to everyone, but the actions of the affected varies. Everyone affected appears to lose all empathy, compassion, and reason. Murder in the streets, humans as prey - I can’t stop everyone, but I’ve tried to save people that I could. The problem is that I’m starting to feel my own empathy slipping away. I have to increasingly force myself to care about the plight of the people stuck here with all of us...and that goes against everything I stand for. What about you? Serpent of Eden? Demon who gets all chummy with angels? I know the story; you gave the gift of independence and knowledge to humanity and helped them break free of the bonds of ignorance. What is it that keeps you from unleashing your most base instincts? What would happen if you were robbed of compassion and inhibition? It won’t be pretty when I go.”

[a-madman-withabox]

fallenangelsxxx​:

Wade’s jaw drops. “What the fuck? I wanna go to a church like that!” That’s in fact probably the only type of church he could ever see himself regularly attending. Of course it’s out in deep space somewhere, that would be just his luck. Maybe he’ll start his own.

But now is not the time to be thinking about that, they’ve got some more important mysteries to solve, and so far this Scooby Gang only has two members…

Wade nods at the Doctor’s agreement, but he can tell the guy doesn’t really believe it. Wade carries his own share of guilt around and it’s….not fun. Or helpful. But it’s hella hard to get rid of most times. He’s glad the man doesn’t shrink from his touch, though. Wade is touchy, that’s how he communicates best!

As they’re on the run, Wade flushes a little at the squeeze to his hand, grateful to finally be on the edge of discovery as they make it to the barrier. “See? Told ya. Crazy, isn’t it?” Surely the Doctor had seen things like this before, and if they’re really lucky, will know how to get through the damn thing.

Wade shrugs. “Dunno if you really wanna meet them, they’re probably assholes.” He watches carefully as the Doctor scans the barrier and takes some kind of measurements, or at least that’s what he assumes he’s doing. At the news, he sighs. “Fuck. Knew it wouldn’t be that simple.”

He paces back and forth for a few moments, deep in thought. “It’s gotta originate from somewhere though, right? I mean clearly it is technology, like you said.” He scratches his head. “Or at least maybe a weak point in it somewhere that we could break through?” 

Wade is not the type to give up easily, dammit. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. “There’s got to be something….”

The Doctor merely grinned; he wasn’t surprised that Wade was enthused about a church where you went in the nude.  “Ah yes, the Church of the Papal Mainframe,” he murmured idly as his fingers ran along the smooth barrier’s surface. It certainly seemed as though it should have been manifested by some manner of technology, but if it was, he couldn’t identify it. Assaulting it with a sonic device would have been likely to rupture ear drums if it had been a sonic projection as well, but it hadn’t happened. In truth? “It doesn’t even appear to exist, according to my scans. And nothing exists without leaving some sort of trace somewhere - but as far as I can see, it’s here to block us in - but listen!” He straightened and closed his eyes. “Do you see the people over there? Next block over that we can’t get to? Cant’ hear them, though. It’s quiet in that direction. It’s blocking out sound as where as being a physical barrier. Like someone’s put a large glass dome over this entire part of the city...” He frowned a bit more, and some of his cheery disposition was fading.  “I don’t like being toyed with, and I don’t like being experimented on - and this is precisely what is happening. We’re being subjected to stimuli in a controlled environment, and some people aren’t affected, and others are. And quite frankly, Wade, I would love nothing more than to meet the bastards who are doing this to all of us.” His dark eyes darkened a little, and his mouth tightened into a frown that went to deep, unpleasant places that spoke of old trauma. War and loss, destruction - a deep, lonely sadness at the core of his entire being.  “Wade. There are certain lengths that I will go to, to save people at large. I destroyed my entire planet and all of the rest of the Time Lords, and all of the Daleks, to bring peace and save the rest of the universe from the Time War. These entities that have brought us here as their playthings have no idea who they’re dealing with.”

[a-madman-withabox]

gxmemyth​:

Luma was riddled with strange thoughts unlike anything she felt before but they were soon spiralling into twisted versions of the stories that usually lulled her to sleep. Once she was just a bouncing little starlight, watching her brothers and sisters fly across the stars until the young girl saved them but… what if it was all wrong? What if there was ill intentions? What if the strange Koopa man was saving them? Not hurting them. The imagination was being twisted into more scary thoughts, making her own light brew and eyes glitter in an alarming tone. She had to defend herself, even if it meant hurting those she watched for so long. 

Despite it, she was still distraught by the thoughts; screaming out as the stars burst around her. The bright lights twinkled, luckily only causing damage to some of the abandoned buildings which only spooked the young starling even more. “D-did… I do that?” Luma whispered, listening to the twinkling sounds of the galaxy that faded to a strange buzzing noise. Faint, but almost familiar. “Mama?” Turning on her heels, the amber eyed princess gazed at the strange man hovering around each inch of the area. It certainly wasn’t Rosalina but the thoughts were mixed with help and danger. “Excuse me? You- You can’t be here. It’s dangerous!”

The thoughts had grown more and more obtrusive as the hours had passed. The Doctor hadn’t noticed them at first, when he had found himself spontaneously outside of the TARDIS and in another part of the city, but as he had traipsed around the area and along the strange, invisible barrier, the uncharacteristic thoughts began to rise in his mind. Dismissive of the plight of the humans in the area, ambivalent to all he saw, all the suffering the other supernatural or nonhuman beings were beginning to enact on the humans. Now and again, the desire to be cruel, to join in with the activities, rose in the back of his mind - but he had quickly squashed it.  Clearly, this contaminant was mind altering, stripping him and others of their compassion, their reason - all that made them good and decent. It left them feral, mad, hungering for... A flash and smattering of lights overhead distracted the Doctor immediately from his thoughts, and he turned his head sharply in surprise. A young lady was rushing towards him, alarm in her eyes. He noticed immediately that she was quite pretty, but the fear and disquiet radiated from her. Straightening, he began to move towards her, quickly. “Hey! Hey, it’s alright, I know it’s dangerous, love. That’s why I’m here - I’m trying to - I want to help.” He had to convince himself of that, which was ever problematic. He’d never had to convince himself of that before. His dark eyes were concerned as he glanced back overhead, and reached out with a hand. “I’m the Doctor. I know something is not right here - did you do that? The bit with the flashy lights?” He’d not seen any crafts in the sky, and it hadn’t seemed percussive. “Whatever’s going on here, people are getting hurt and people are losing their senses. We have to try to keep a hold of ourselves and not let those thoughts interfere with who we are. You...you have them as well? There, in the back of your mind...” The Doctor pursed his lips and took a breath.  “What’s your name? Maybe we should stick together...help each other out.”

[a-madman-withabox]

cosmicstcrms​:

nothing of this would have happened if he had been more careful. water was not something he liked to drink, but he drank it. he wasn’t sure that had caused his anger, his lose of control. that part of him, the hunger, it had gotten better, but as soon as this happened he was constantly hungry. he had attacked humans, feeding from them & it wasn’t enough. his brain yelled for more, as a zombie needs brains to survive. it was insane.

a human dropped from his arms at the sound of a voice. they barely breathed, but was still alive. a laugh escaped from the male when he heard what the other said. blood dripped down from his lips. he looked down on the human, a small smile formed on his lips.

“what is not good?” he asked the other male as he grabbed the human’s arms & pulled them up from the ground “all of this?” he questioned, then shook his head “i cannot understand why i am hungry ALL THE TIME. it is impossible to stop” he added before his teeth sank into the human’s neck, not caring that there was another person nearby.

all he cared about in the moment was that he needed this. nothing else mattered to him.

“...Definitely...not good. Yeah.” The Doctor didn’t abide by violence, or bloodshed, when it was at all possible. He never went anywhere armed with more than his wits and his sonic screwdriver, but turning around to see this being feeding on another human... “This isn’t good. You’ve gotten into the water. Something in the water, it’s driving you mad. Driving me mad; I can feel it, niggling there in the back of my brains.” He gestured back behind him towards the base of his skull, somewhat vaguely. “Look, you can’t just go around feeding on people like that - there’s other ways, better ways - what even are you - “ He pointed the sonic screwdriver at this being and did a quick scan, but no known form of alien life came up registered. He frowned at it, then looked up at him. He could already feel his will to care - not just about the human, but if this person decided to attempt to make him its next meal, him as well. If he was attacked, there was plenty he could do to defend himself - besides, he wasn’t sure he would taste as good as a human. His blood was far more orange, alien to anything that might of fed like -  “Oh. Oh, you’re a vampire. Type. Someone. Oh...” Normally, he would have gone down to help the ailing human who was quickly expiring at their feet, but he found it difficult to actually care. He kept his eyes focused on the stranger instead. “Look. You’re not really hungry. It’s breaking down inhibitions, like one too many last calls on Saturday night. It’s rendering us incapable of care or compassion, and we’ve got to fight back against it or there’s no chance for any of us.” 

[a-madman-withabox]

fallenangelsxxx​:

Crowley can’t help but chuckle lightly as his doppelganger yells at whoever has trapped them in this mess. “If I were to wager a guess, I’d say it’s the same person or people that brought us here to Washington in the first place.” It would make sense, after all. Someone is trying to play God.

He tilts his head, watching curiously as the Doctor gets out his frustrations. He’s seen it before, the whole ‘yelling at the sky’ thing, but it’s usually the Almighty that’s getting the verbal assault. Despite what Aziraphale may believe, Crowley is nearly certain neither Heaven nor Hell is responsible for the goings on here. They’d be far more creative.

“Really?” Crowley blinks. "Guess I’m lucky then, this is the first time someone has tampered with my head. Wonder if any of this is even real, or if it’s some…” He gestures, fumbling for the right words for a moment, “some kind of simulation or something.”

“Oh yea. I’m a demon, remember? I was the snake in the Garden of Eden, that was all my handiwork.” Crowley winks slyly. He’s not usually prideful when it comes to his demonic misdeeds, but that was a particularly good one in his opinion. 

“What are you..” Crowley trails off as he sees the screwdriver, watching the Doctor as he appears to do some kind of scan. “Is that thing able to read my vitals and whatnot?” He’s kind of amazed, but frowns as the Doctor mentions his results.

“Can’t say I’m surprised. The stuff is probably impossible to avoid. Certainly can’t make it easy on us.” He sighs, allowing his body shudder a bit as he slowly and deliberately morphs into the shape of a snake. He slithers close to the Doctor, knowing the other man won’t fear him. Besides, better to show him than to just discuss it. 

“Might be safer to stay like this for now.” He explains in a voice that sounds more of a whispered hiss than anything, serpentine eyes regarding the Doctor keenly. 

“Yes! A simulation! That’s precisely what I was thinking it might be; it might explain a lot if some extrauniversal entity is able to pull from the various multiverses - which would explain why I’m here, and how Rose was here - she was lost in an alternate universe - and why you’re here but where I’m from there was no actual Garden of Eden - wait, you’re THE serpent from Earth’s myths? Brilliant! Well...I mean, there was a Garden of Eden, but it was really put there by the Sisterhood of Karn as a vegetable garden and a fruit orchard, and some early humans got past the wards they put in and got all up in the trees. Nice couple; had a lovely chat with them over some apples. Never realized the stories they told of the place would become a whole religion!”

The Doctor was talking rapidly, as he was wont to do, and still peered at his sonic screwdriver in some thought. He caught the sly little wink Crowley gave him and grinned a bit; the more people he met, the more he was wondering what power in the multiverse allowed whoever was responsible to bring others into one place like this.  “It shouldn’t be possible, not without risking the destruction of all time and space. The transfer of people or beings over the barriers of different universes causes tears, ripples - too much power...but I haven’t picked up anything like that, and the TARDIS is completely cut off from the time vortex here as well - which shouldn’t be possible. Oh - yes, this is a sonic screwdriver. I was scanning your vitals - not at all human, you are, but close enough to pass the inspection of any old human doctor if they asked.” He knelt as Crowley transformed into the massive black snake, and his dark eyes lit up in awe. There was no known snake on Earth that resembled this great black snake - not at this size, anyway!  “Oh, you’re beautiful! Here, I’ll carry you - quicker that way. Don’t worry, I’m stronger than a human. More stamina too - I’m not human, by the way. I’m a Time Lord. I’m not sure if this contaminant will affect me more and less, or if it completely ignores physiology. Just slither on up my arm here...” He extended an arm, helpfully, and pocketed the screwdriver in his coat. 

[a-madman-withabox]

fallenangelsxxx​:

It’s important for both of them to keep up appearances for as long as they can, for sanity’s sake at least. Deep down, Wade knows it’s gonna be a shitshow when he goes fully feral, and he’ll more than likely kill someone, possibly several someones. Might as well try to not think about that right now, it won’t help anything.

“Ahh, you’re more of a private prodder, huh.” Wade teases, unable to stop himself. God, he’s a complete mess. Now is not the time, but he just couldn’t help it. Besides, that little teasing smirk of the Doctor’s is practically askin’ for it. Handsome bastard. How is Wade supposed to focus?

The Doctor begins to explain what his feral self would be like, and Wade knows it’s time to listen. He does so, studying the man intently until he’s finished speaking. “Oh, damn.” Wade sighs. “That’s….that’s definitely not good. At all. But…it wouldn’t be your fault. You know that, right?” He frowns, patting the Doctor’s arm.

“Besides, surely between the two of us we can figure out a way to fight this shit off. We’re smart. If it’s a game they’re playing, there’s gotta be a way to win.” Wade points out emphatically. At the mention of the barriers, the Doctor’s attention is captured, and Wade is more than ready to roll.

He chuckles a little as his hand is grasped, but doesn’t say anything for the time being. “Yep. Time to haul ass!” He allows the Doctor to lead just a bit, verbally guiding him where needed to get them to their destination. “There.” He points. “See how you can see what’s on the other side? It’s like…wavy..Fuckin’ bizarre shit, man.” 

Wade gives the man a light nudge. “Alright, whip out your tool let’s see what it picks up.” He winks. 

“Oh, well..privacy is all relative, Wade! You humans have such strange ideas about that sort of thing...I’ve been to a church out at the edge of the universe where it’s considered the height of blasphemy to attend dressed at all! Most humans would have a fit about that...” One day, perhaps they could sit back and have a detailed discussion about gender, sexuality, and how human’s social norms and ideas about such things were so incredibly quaint. The Doctor thought that he might like that; it was a rare thing when he and his friends were able to settle back and just converse without the world on the verge of destruction or all of time and space on the edge of collapse. Still, the idle conversation made for a good distraction from the struggle that they both were facing. He knew that Wade was a bouncer, and a mercenary at times, and that he had his own method of regeneration far different from his own. He didn’t want to know what sort of havoc the two of them might cause.  Still, the surprisingly gentle touch on his arm gave The Doctor pause. He generally didn’t like it when people touched him unless he really knew and trusted them. But it didn’t trouble him this time. Perhaps it was intuition - Wade was wild, and completely unconventional, unpredictable - but so was he himself, to be fair. A pair of eccentric oddities. He smiled a bit.  “Oh - of course, I know. None of it is my fault, sure.” It was a lie, of course. He knew that whatever happened would just be another heaping of guilt onto the load that he carried with him every day. More blood on his hands, more innocent people hurt because he was...what he was. He needed more of a distraction. Squeezing Wade’s hand as they ducked down the streets at a quick pace, they slowed as they came upon the barrier. He stared at it oddly for a moment, trying to sort out what it was that he was seeing.  “Blimey, how did I miss that last night? It looks like some sort of force field, an energy barrier blocking off the zones. In my experience, nothing is magic; it’s all technology, and sometimes, people just don’t know how to explain it, so boom - magic! What causes the sun to rise? Oh, a god drives a chariot across the sky every morning! What’s an invisible barrier? It’s a witch! But really...usually...technology is always to blame. I’d really like to meet the people who are behind this mess...what gives them the right to mess with peoples’ minds and bodies...” Out the sonic screwdriver came, and he approached it quickly. He placed his hands upon it, and it was firm - no give at all - and his hands pressed smoothly against it. Scanning the surface, he raised his head and looked up, and over the buildings in the distance. “I was hoping there would be some sort of focal point, a point of origin where the fields is generated from, but it doesn’t look like it...has anything like that. It’s almost as if it just appeared here, like a Berlin Wall that extended up into infinity. I don’t even know if I could hop over it in the TARDIS...”

[jandrcreations]

a-madman-withabox​:

It was always good to find a friendly face - especially when it happened to very nearly be your own! It distracted The Doctor from his invading, subtle little thoughts, in any case. He brightened a bit as he glanced at the sonic, his expression otherwise concerned, and raised a hand as he strode over to him. No longer dressed in the Georgetown t-shirt and jeans, he wore a suit in brown and pinstripes, a loosely knotted tie not completely tightened around his neck. His grubby Chuck Taylors had been trudging through the dubious water over the past couple of days, despite his best efforts at avoiding it. “Crowley! That I am; they plucked me right out of the TARDIS and into the National Mall. Don’t really need to sleep so I’ve been investigating since it happened.” He pocketed the sonic in the inner pocket of his long trenchcoat and strode over to meet Crowley part of the way, dark eyes deep in thought. Right - Aziraphale had told him that his Crowley was a demon - a legitimate supernatural being! He would have been intensely excited about that had the circumstances not been so unpleasant - it was never actually angels and demons and usually aliens or technology in his experience, so he was ever so eager to learn something new.  But it would have to wait.  “So…I’ve narrowed it down to something in the water. All water sources so far - the Potomac, the water fountains, the puddles - the pond there on the National Mall. All of it.” He knelt and picked up a discarded, half full water bottle, and scanned it as well. “..Yep.” He enunciated the “p” at the end of the word and rose. “That as well. But I don’t have the TARDIS on hand in order to do a proper analysis and something is interfering with the sonic’s ability to read. So I don’t know if it’s a poison, or a virus - but I’m willing to bet it even affects the water in the air. Now I breathe less than a human - and I’m not sure if you even need to breathe? Oh - Aziraphale told me the whole thing, angels and demons - bloody brilliant, the both of you, wish I could have a chance to sit down and properly ask you all questions, but no time and he’s trapped in another part of the city anyway, so tea will have to wait. Right.Got my memories back too, by the way; much better being myself again - anyway.” He turned his gaze back to Crowley, and frowned.  “People are starting to go mad. Whatever it is, it affects their…ability to reason, their logic, their…empathy.” He frowned a little; he could sense his own slowly slipping. “I can feel it too. I haven’t seen it affecting normal people, normal humans, but…I’m not human. My friend Wade is not a normal human and he’s feeling it as well. You? Are you feeling it, Crowley?”

Crowley rather appreciates the change in the Doctor’s fashion…it suits his personality more. He’s a bit of a fashionista, or at least he likes to think so. Only when it comes to dark colors, though. Pastels would make him explode, he thinks.

“Well, that was awfully rude of them.” Crowley admits, wishing he knew who ‘they’ were. The they that stuck them in this city in the first place, if it even truly is a city. The they that have tossed them into this…hellscape of animosity with invisible barriers. Whoever is responsible is quite the sick individual, Crowley at least knows that much. 

As the man rambles on, (as he is apparently wont to do) Crowley listens as intently as he’s able, despite his urge to mentally check out. When the Doctor wonders out loud about their ability to breathe, he takes that as a cue to offer some input. “We breathe, yea. Since we’ve taken on this…corporeal form, it’s a bit necessary.”

“When I’m in my snake form, however, I breathe a bit differently. Maybe I ought to slither around instead.” But that would put him low to the ground and therefore closer to the dreaded water, so perhaps not the best idea. “Glad you’ve joined the ranks of the mentally intact. It’s a blessing and a curse, really.”

Crowley nods as the Doctor explains the madness gripping most of those stuck in here. He’d gathered that much at least. “So you mean…it’s only affecting those of us with some kind of supernatural ability? Go figure.” He snorts, kicking at the ground absently.

“I’m starting to feel it a bit, yea. And I don’t like it. I’ve no idea what i’ll be like if it takes over…”

[a-madman-withabox]

Jeans were never The Doctor’s style - or if they were in a past regeneration, they certainly weren’t now. He rather liked his vintage suits with their pinstripes, and the coat given to him by his dear old friend Janis. The Chuck Taylors did make it easier to get around, though - far more comfortable than the old tennis shoes he’d been wearing before.  “Yep. Well, I’m beginning to get used to their rude behavior. Granted, one should never really get used to rude behavior from anyone, especially no account kidnappers who refuse to show their face and stick you in ridiculous scenarios without having the courtesy to show their bloody faces. That’s right! You bloody well hear me?? I have to admit though -” The Doctor took a moment to shout a bit at the sky, not really knowing if it was effective or not - but he also knew that he couldn’t let his frustration overcome him. He’d end up giving into this contaminant a lot sooner if he didn’t maintain a strict control on his mind. His attention turned back to Crowley.  “I have to admit though - I did have a period in time before this when my memory and identity was locked away and I had no idea who I really was - it was like this, except that I chose to do it then, to protect myself and my companion. It’s always better to have your own truth, no matter how much of a struggle it might be. I’m glad to be back to my old self - Wait, did you say ‘snake form’?” Distraction! The Doctor took a moment then to look utterly charmed, delighted at the very idea! A demon that could legitimately shape change? What wonders could he find in the universe! He pulled out his sonic screwdriver then, and did a quick scan of Crowley without even pausing to explain what he was doing. The Doctor’s expression darkened a little, his nose wrinkled. “Oh that’s not good. You’ve got it as well. I haven’t even drank any of the water and I’ve got it; I’m thinking it must also be carried in the water vapor in the air...”

[evitcrnity-archived]

a-madman-withabox​:

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Oh, I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about me.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: I have ran into Crowley. We’ve discussed the situation, and I think we are going to stick together. He was smiling, so that’s a good sign for now.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: I’ll try. Some days I can’t help but think She made me just to worry.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Oh, wonderful. Keep an eye on each other. I’ll try to join you soon.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Have you looked into the barrier at all? Crowley told me he couldn’t get through. Perhaps you could try that sonic (?) of yours on it.

[a-madman-withabox]

The Doctor -> Aziraphale:  Nonsense! You were absolutely made for more than anxiety! Everyone was made for more than just one negative emotion. And even worry isn’t always negative. I worry all the time! It means you care, and that’s not at all a bad thing.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale:  I’ll keep an eye on Crowley. We’re trying to work some things out, but it’s not going to be good when it all goes pear shaped.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale:  My friend Wade asked about the barriers as well; I’m not sure the screwdriver will have any effect if it’s not something it can pick up. Not able to give it any upgrades away from the TARDIS either, but we’re going to crack on anyway.

[a-madman-withabox]

fallenangelsxxx​:

If Wade is anything, he’s true to his word. When he says he’s gonna wave like an idiot, he means it! 

It’s almost like a movie scene, running in slow motion towards the Doctor. He’s so grateful to see that familiar, handsome face. The Doctor is probably the closest thing to a good friend he’s made in Washington so far, and they have a striking amount of things in common.

Wade supposes they share a brokenness too, in a way. Only time will tell if that’s a good thing or not. He’s hoping it’ll lean towards the good.

“Yep! Told you I’d find ya.” He assures, smiling brightly at the other man. The Doctor looks…..good. Well, he always looks good, but there’s a liveliness to him that Wade hadn’t seen before. Despite the fact that shit is about to go to hell in a handbasket, mister Time Lord looks happy. Wade likes that.

“Oh! Yea, yea yea prod me please. I need a checkup.” Wade replies with a slightly saucy wiggle of his hips. He’s a flirt, always, he doesn’t know how to shut that off, really. A frown. Uh-oh, that’s never a good sign. “That bad, huh?” 

Wade sighs. “I….know exactly what kind of person I’ll be, and it’s not the kind you wanna be around.” He’s been a mindless killer many times in his life. Comes with being a mercenary for hire as well as being designed to be a walking weapon. Usually he’s quite in control of himself, even on the job, but there were dark times where that wasn’t the case.

He doesn’t relish the thought of reliving that.

“Maybe we oughtta see if we can find a way out of here before that happens. Think that screwdriver of yours can detect weak spots in the barrier?” 

The happiness was absolutely a cover for the deep concern that The Doctor was feeling - and the slowly growing well of cold apathy rising in the back of his mind. He didn’t like it - he left Gallifrey to avoid becoming exactly like the rest of them! Somehow, though, this felt as though it was going to be worse than simple apathy, than simply coldness. Still, it was nice to find someone he knew and got along with, and he offered Wade a genuine smile despite the falseness of his cheer. He could just make out the shape of a grin under the mask Wade wore, and it was reassuring - even if only just.  “No poking and no prodding here today - not in public,” The Doctor murmured slightly as he chanced another glance at the sonic, and looked out over the Mall. He could see people - all sorts of people, going about their business, but everyone knew that something was off. He managed a smirk, though, his dark eyes lightly teasing - but it faded when they addressed the situation. He swallowed.  “...Imagine...well.” He didn’t think of himself so highly, but he knew what it was going to be like. “...Imagine basically, a capricious, vicious god with the ability to manipulate time, with brains and abilities that far surpass anything a human could imagine, with the ability to exert his will on others telepathically - and a total lack of empathy or care. That’s...what’s I’m facing if we don’t figure out how to block this contaminant. I don’t want to be that person - I left Gallifrey to avoid that. I’ve seen what happens when a Time Lord goes bad.” Another piece of his broken hearts lay in that direction. “It’s everything I don’t want to be, and everything that I can feel nagging in the back of my brains right now.” He smacked the side of his head lightly, grimacing. “And if we are working together? Can’t imagine it will be good. In this case, it’s good that the TARDIS is far from here.” The Doctor needed a distraction. “Right - right, barriers! Barriers? That’s different. Haven’t tried them! Haven’t managed to get to them yet, been working on the water first. Let’s go!” He reached out - as he had done countless times to so many companions before - and grasped Wade’s hand before he took off running to the west. “This way, right?”

[a-madman-withabox]

Text to River Song @irresistiibles

The Doctor -> River: You alright? Just checking in with all of this whatever going on. Been trying to sort it out - a friend of mine said there’s amnesia wind where he is, but not where I am. Localized phenomenon. Trying to figure it out. Got my memory back, though!

The Doctor -> River: Don’t drink the water. 

[irresistiibles]

River -> The Doctor: I appear to be in the amnesia wind section of all of this thought I’m working on getting out. To my understanding there are exits you just have to find them. What’s happening where you are?

River -> The Doctor: And lovely. Hopefully you can fill in some of my memory gaps

River -> The Doctor: What is that supposed to mean? Where are you?

[a-madman-withabox]

The Doctor -> River: I’m by the National Mall. There’s a contaminant in the water - without the TARDIS I can’t run a deep analysis to sort out if it’s a virus, a bacteria, or what. But it appears to only be affecting supernatural entities, nonhumans, and superhumans. 

The Doctor -> River: Got another friend in the amnesia wind - not sure I can help you much with your memory! We’ve only met once before this, as far as I can recall! 

The Doctor -> River: I’m trying to not let it get to me. We’ll see how it goes.

[a-madman-withabox]

Closed Event Thread for Wade Wilson @fallenangelsxxx

As requested, The Doctor waited at the Washington Monument, stolen bicycle leaning against a fence beside him.

He pocketed his cellphone on the inside of his overcoat, and paced slightly along the facade of the white spire. His hands were slipped into his pockets, but they were tense, clenching and unclenching as he tried to ignore inhibitions and empathy that were slowly slipping away from him. In the distance, he could see people - everyday humans, wonderful beings, the lot of them - passing by, and the deep affection he felt for them and for this Earth, this second home, faded more and more. Still, he fought it - reminded himself of the truth, of the past, of everything and every choice that he had made to become the person he was now.  He took a breath, and glanced up.  He saw the flash of red and black coming up over the gentle hill, and true to his word, he was waving his arms around like an idiot. It was a perfectly marvelous distraction, and so the Doctor did much the same in greeting - he raised his arm and waved it pleasantly in response. If anything, it masked his very real concern about himself, about Wade, and Crowley, and the others who were affected like this whose abilities could and would likely wreak dreadful havoc in the coming days.  He looked different now than he did the last time he had ambled around the TARDIS with Wade, bereft of his memories and just spending time with pleasant, irreverent company. He looked less a young professor and far more the eccentric nonhuman being that he was in his pinstripes and his overcoat - but the hair was the same, styled up with the groomed sideburns.  “There you are! At the monument, just like I said. Here, let me see how you’re doing...” He pulled out his sonic and did a quick scan, and frowned. The readings were the same as his own - the contaminant had spread. He and Wade both carried it now - but he still was unable to isolate it. Not that it mattered; he would have been unable to synthesize an antidote, or antibiotic, or antiviral without the TARDIS - and she was in another part of the city, far from his grasp.  “Yep...not good. I’m not sure how much time we have before all Hell breaks loose, Wade. I’m not exactly sure what sort of person I’ll be when-If! I lose control. I don’t like it; not a...pleasant experience.”

[evitcrnity-archived]

a-madman-withabox​:

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Contaminated. Not sure yet with what - the sonic won’t give me a clear reading. But it’s taking an effect on me, whatever it is. Might be a virus? Poison? I was on Mars once where the water made the people it contaminated go mad and kill others. Well, it was more of a sentient sort of…it’s complicated and it’s not good. The Doctor -> Aziraphale: I’m near the Washington Monument. Meeting a friend here who’s not far. 

Aziraphale –> The Doctor: Have you seen Crowley? He said he was by the Capitol.

Aziraphale –> The Doctor: Do let me know if you find him. He sounded fine enough in his messages, but I can’t help but worry…

Aziraphale –> The Doctor: Do you think you’ll be alright? I understand your biology is a bit different than the humans’. Perhaps that will work to your advantage.

[a-madman-withabox]

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Oh, I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about me.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: I have ran into Crowley. We’ve discussed the situation, and I think we are going to stick together. He was smiling, so that’s a good sign for now.

[a-madman-withabox]

fallenangelsxxx​:

Crowley had figured out rather quickly to avoid the water in the area and try to find safe places. However, he’s keen enough to know that it’s simply a matter of time before he winds up like some of the beings he’s witness…rabid, insane with bloodlust.

He….can’t imagine what that’s like. Despite his demonic origin, he’s never delighted in the idea of taking a life, and avoided it wherever possible. It may not be possible to avoid for much longer.

And yet, there’s only one thing on his mind. Aziraphale. He hopes that his other half is safe….as safe as one can be in this mess. Crowley doesn’t know what to call this phenomenon or what’s causing it, but it’s probably the same thing or people that brought them all to Washington in the first place.

His angel is his determination, his reason to get through this and reunite with the one he adores.

Though, finding a friendly face could certainly be helpful right about now.

And, it would seem some form of fortune is smiling down on the demon right about now, because as he turns a corner he spots the Doctor, his “twin.” Crowley doesn’t think he’s ever been so grateful to see a friend in his life. Not like he ever had many friends to begin with.

“Oy!” He calls out, waving to the other man. “Guess you’re stuck in here too, then. Well at least I’m not wandering around by myself.” Crowley smiles, approaching the Doctor in his typical long, sauntering strides. 

“Any idea just what exactly we’re dealing with, then?” If anyone will know, it’s the Doctor.

It was always good to find a friendly face - especially when it happened to very nearly be your own! It distracted The Doctor from his invading, subtle little thoughts, in any case. He brightened a bit as he glanced at the sonic, his expression otherwise concerned, and raised a hand as he strode over to him. No longer dressed in the Georgetown t-shirt and jeans, he wore a suit in brown and pinstripes, a loosely knotted tie not completely tightened around his neck. His grubby Chuck Taylors had been trudging through the dubious water over the past couple of days, despite his best efforts at avoiding it. “Crowley! That I am; they plucked me right out of the TARDIS and into the National Mall. Don’t really need to sleep so I’ve been investigating since it happened.” He pocketed the sonic in the inner pocket of his long trenchcoat and strode over to meet Crowley part of the way, dark eyes deep in thought. Right - Aziraphale had told him that his Crowley was a demon - a legitimate supernatural being! He would have been intensely excited about that had the circumstances not been so unpleasant - it was never actually angels and demons and usually aliens or technology in his experience, so he was ever so eager to learn something new.  But it would have to wait.  “So...I’ve narrowed it down to something in the water. All water sources so far - the Potomac, the water fountains, the puddles - the pond there on the National Mall. All of it.” He knelt and picked up a discarded, half full water bottle, and scanned it as well. “..Yep.” He enunciated the “p” at the end of the word and rose. “That as well. But I don’t have the TARDIS on hand in order to do a proper analysis and something is interfering with the sonic’s ability to read. So I don’t know if it’s a poison, or a virus - but I’m willing to bet it even affects the water in the air. Now I breathe less than a human - and I’m not sure if you even need to breathe? Oh - Aziraphale told me the whole thing, angels and demons - bloody brilliant, the both of you, wish I could have a chance to sit down and properly ask you all questions, but no time and he’s trapped in another part of the city anyway, so tea will have to wait. Right.Got my memories back too, by the way; much better being myself again - anyway.” He turned his gaze back to Crowley, and frowned.  “People are starting to go mad. Whatever it is, it affects their...ability to reason, their logic, their...empathy.” He frowned a little; he could sense his own slowly slipping. “I can feel it too. I haven’t seen it affecting normal people, normal humans, but...I’m not human. My friend Wade is not a normal human and he’s feeling it as well. You? Are you feeling it, Crowley?”

[jandrcreations]

a-madman-withabox​:

The Doctor -> Wade:  Weeeelll. Would be in a shiny blue box but they plucked me right out the TARDIS and I’m still annoyed about that. She’s still upset with me! So I’m on foot. Might steal a bike, though. 

The Doctor -> Wade:  People are starting to go bad here too. I think I - well. I remember that I’m The Doctor. And all that it implies. Long story, too long for text messages. Or phone calls. Or. Well. Anyway. Think I’ve been affected by it too, but I’m fighting it off best I can. 

The Doctor -> Wade:  Uh. There’s uh. The tall pointy spire thing. The Washington Monument! I’m coming upon that.

Wade -> The Doctor:  How DARE they. I would sue the shit out of this place when we get out of here. Ooh you’re turning into a thief now? How saucy of ya.

Wade -> The Doctor: I told you! You’ll have to give me all the deets in person then. Yea….its gonna take awhile to fully effect me but when it does…..oh man. Shit’s gonna get stupid.

Wade -> The Doctor: Oh! Ok! I’m gonna come towards you and wave my arms like an idiot then.

[a-madman-withabox]

The Doctor -> Wade:  Stealing a mode of transportation isn’t anything new! I stole the TARDIS, after all! 

The Doctor -> Wade: In person? I know a way that won’t take long but it might sting a little. I’m a little concerned about this...contaminant. I’ve been trying to single it out but the sonic just won’t pick it up easily. I can feel it already and I’m trying to ignore and I don’t like it. I don’t like where I’m headed if I let go.

The Doctor -> Wade: Wave away! I’ll do the same!

[evitcrnity-archived]

a-madman-withabox​:

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Aziraphale! 

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: No wind here. Water’s bad. Bad bad. Reminds me of you know what never mind what it reminds me of. 

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: But it’s safe to assume that if it’s something weird going on then it’s absolutely related.

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Don’t come here. Water’s bad.

Aziraphale –> The Doctor: Bad? How exactly is it bad?

Aziraphale –> The Doctor: I certainly won’t be drinking anything for the time being, though.

Aziraphale –> The Doctor: Where are you exactly?

[a-madman-withabox]

The Doctor -> Aziraphale: Contaminated. Not sure yet with what - the sonic won’t give me a clear reading. But it’s taking an effect on me, whatever it is. Might be a virus? Poison? I was on Mars once where the water made the people it contaminated go mad and kill others. Well, it was more of a sentient sort of...it’s complicated and it’s not good. The Doctor -> Aziraphale: I’m near the Washington Monument. Meeting a friend here who’s not far. 

[a-madman-withabox]

@fallenangelsxxx

The Doctor -> Wade: You alright? What part of the city are you in? Don’t drink the water or touch the water. Scanned it. It’s bad. Bad water. No way to neutralize it, just have to fight it. Funny, not usually all that susceptible to human viruses - got my memory back, by the way. Not sure that’s a good thing considering. 

The Doctor -> Wade: Sorry, went off on a ramble. I know you can take care of yourself, just. I’ve seen water turn people into monsters before. 

[jandrcreations]

Wade -> The Doctor: Aww, look at you being all concerned. My knight in shining armor! 

Wade -> The Doctor: I’m near Capitol Hill, people are going apeshit. Lots of supes around, that can’t be a coincidence. Oh really? You remember being a badass? hehe

Wade -> The Doctor: Wait wait you must be in the same area as me! Any landmarks nearby? I’ll come find ya! 

[a-madman-withabox]

The Doctor -> Wade:  Weeeelll. Would be in a shiny blue box but they plucked me right out the TARDIS and I’m still annoyed about that. She’s still upset with me! So I’m on foot. Might steal a bike, though. 

The Doctor -> Wade:  People are starting to go bad here too. I think I - well. I remember that I’m The Doctor. And all that it implies. Long story, too long for text messages. Or phone calls. Or. Well. Anyway. Think I’ve been affected by it too, but I’m fighting it off best I can. 

The Doctor -> Wade:  Uh. There’s uh. The tall pointy spire thing. The Washington Monument! I’m coming upon that.