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"Lets go for a walk around the bay, shall we?" He offers his arm, like a proper gent. A proper gent from the 40’s. Well, he was that. 

"Alright" Jenny spoke, rather cheerful as she usually was. Taking his arm. This could be fun after all, and there wasn't anything else going on. So why not? What was the worst that could happen. "Are you a local then i take it?"

"Oh just Jack is fine.Have you been to Cardiff before? If not, maybe I could show you around?" 

"Alright then Jack. No this is my first time here. So yea that could be fun"

"Captain Jack Harkness. A pleasure to meet you, Jenny. What brings you down to the bay this morning?" 

"Pleasure to meet you as well. Do you prefer captain or is just Jack fine? ooh... nothing special. I'm just visiting and i figured i'd check it out"

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"You look oddly familiar, you’d think I’d remember such a beautiful face! Have we met?" 

"I doubt it. I never forget people i've met before.  I'm Jenny"

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"No you’re not! It’s too…too perfect here. You know what the real world is. This isn’t it."

"And why's that? Why can't things just be nice for once? Why do you have to say it's not real, it is. It has to be! Why else would you be here!?"

Hanging On The Telephone [[OPEN RP]]

"Is Professor Song there?" The Doctor raised his eyebrows with such speed and violence that it was a surprise  they didn’t achieve exit velocity and start orbiting his head. The man spoke at speed, with a quavering voice, and The Doctor absorbed all the relevant information, cutting him off before he could waffle further.

"Look, my boy, I don’t take kindly to prank phone calls, especially when they defy the laws of space-time. It’s incredibly rude. Professor Song is not here. She hasn’t been for some time.” He paused for a moment, holding the phone by his ear, realizing that he hadn’t spent much time thinking about River since he’d regenerated, save for a couple of offhand comments. It seemed strange, given how heavily she had dominated his last life. To be reminded now, of all the things he had gotten wrong (and right, for that matter), so soon after what he had chalked down as a triumph, well…it came as a bitter pill. A slow, measured sort of anger crept into his tone as he spoke again.

"I don’t know who gave you this number, but I suggest you tear it up, burn the fragments and then fire the ashes into space; there’s nothing of use for you-"

"Tell her it’s a Oqika structure from the late Iciri period!"

The female voice that joined the man’s stopped him in his tracks for a second, as it was one he remembered. Another voice he thought he’d left behind. Interest piqued, he replied.

"Any particular engravings? Hieroglyphs? By the late Iciri most of the Ancient Gods had been disproved, if I knew what the structure was marked with I could narrow it down and figure out what’s inside. Anything? Snake-headed men, five-armed warrior woman? Cloud of gas?"

"Uh…" The man began to reply.

"Shut up, not you." The Doctor snapped, making it very clear who he expected his answer from.

Ooh my that was a terrified look if she ever had seen one. And to see it on his face was rather strange. River hadn't appeared that... scary when she had met her. Then again the entire thing had lasted a few minutes at most, so perhaps Jenny was not the most suited person to make calls on that. Or perhaps it really was just something as simple as bad timing, that could happen with her, it really happened quite a lot. But that wasn't the point right now.

When bombarded with all the questions she started grinning. So this was new. It clearly wasn't River Song, but at the same time it was a person who was useful. Well at least on the phone. Still that was a start and Jenny had learned to make due with far less support then a stranger on a phone. She easily took over the phone from Bolaji giving him a small nod, stating that it was alright. She could handle this, and she had at least some of the answers to the questions he was throwing her way.

"There were markings above the entrance. But no one thus far has been able to restore them. I'd say they were damaged on purpose though" it had been one of the reasons that spiked her interest. "I've seen the first chamber, lots of markings there." An entire room full and when given the time she could probably translate it, but time right now wasn't something Jenny was willing to take, she'd first like to know what was in it. "But there's a reoccurring theme of snake headed men battling and eventually winning. As far as i've been able to understand, it's a warning"

Though a warning for what she wasn't entirely sure on. "Hence my original question for Professor Song. I was rather hoping to get in there" and Jenny wasn't known for her patience. After all these were the kind of opportunities that only came around once in a while. They were rare, and they were usually full of adventure, and running and a bit of danger. She had enough faith in her own skills to go in there though. And it would take a lot to keep her away once her interest was drawn onto something.

In a healing coma, a Gallifreyan devotes all his or her energy into healing the injury. While in the coma, they appear to be dead.

Hanging On The Telephone [[OPEN RP]]

Christmas was finally, thankfully, wonderfully over.Oh, he didn’t really mind the excitement, but somewhere in between the dream crabs and piloting Santa’s sleigh acros the London skyline, there was a little voice, nagging, whispering in the back of his head. It wasn’t malevolent; it just wished for one Christmas where he didn’t have to save the world, or the universe, or anything at all. That surprpised him - he didn’t often get voices like that. Most of the time his little voices were saying things like “What would happen if I pressed that button?” or “Be careful, that man looks like he’s about to punch you.” In comparison, that voice seemed rather sensible. Maybe it was because he was getting older. Well, because he looked older. Whatever was causing it, he was now indulging that impulse - he had dropped Clara home on Earth, and was indulging in some quiet time.

That quiet time took the form of sitting in the doorway of the TARDIS, reading a book and humming to himself as he watched a sun go supernova. Each to their own, of course. He was perfectly safe behind the forcefield he had rigged the TARDIS to project (although it was a bit ropey, and a split-second failure had caused him to lose the last few pages of the book, his bookmark, and what felt like half of his left eyebrow) and the view was spectacular, a near-blinding array of reds and oranges, tiny explosions that were really hundreds of miles across, the inexorable march of destruction, and of rebirth, the sheer majesty of the universe, the ringing telephone, the…the ringing telephone. The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the source of the noise, the sharp sudden movement jerking the book from his hands. His face fell as it tumbled into the void of space. “No, no, no! I borrowed that from Isaac Newton, he’s going to go spare!” Muttering curses under his breath, he stood up and stormed over to the console, pulling the phone like he was trying to pull the head off of a dove in a particularly violent magic act.

“This had better be important! I just dropped the original copy of Principia into a dying star because you called me!”

On the other end of the horn there was a man, a man who replied with a slightly shaking voice. "I'm sorry. Is this professor Song?" the man replied. Before clearing his throat and continuing. "It's only she asked me to call you. Said that you might be interested in what she had found but that you probably ought to bring a containment field and that it was urgent" he glanced towards the entrance of the tomb.

That man was Bolaji, a young researcher who had taken on this project until Jenny had butted in. Finding the tomb to be more interesting then what was inside of it. After all people only protected what they found important, and this had seemed very important and probably very dangerous to her. Jenny always had been of a more curious nature, and that had gotten her into problems before. But with a vague acquaintance, Professor River Song, who had given her that number and told her to call in case of something like this every happening, she had taken a few steps back when seeing the tomb as a whole.

This was something different indeed. She ordered Bolaji to call and she herself stayed in the entrance trying to determine who had build the structure. And while in no way stupid the only thing she knew for sure was that things would be dangerous. She grinned a little bit to herself going over the writing once more, wasn't it always dangerous. She scanned the final part of the wall with her vortex manipulator before going back outside to rejoin her now short time friend.

"Tell her it's a Oqika structure from the late Iciri period" Jenny said. Reading rather loudly from her device, perhaps River even would hear her voice. Though Bolaji seemed a bit confused by the words she just said. Strange she believed for a researcher of the species and probably the period. But of course Jenny hadn't realized her friend was confused by the gender she had used to address the other person on the phone.

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"Yes I can. You know I can. Jenny, none of this makes sense. Just look around you!"

"I am looking! It's exactly how i know you're lying! So stop it!"

"I’m Rory. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you as well Rory." She spoke with a large smile before tilting her head just a bit in thought. "It's weird, i always figured you'd be taller with the way they describe you"

The Doctor advanced slowly towards Jenny, looking her over as if he were staring at a ghost, an impossible person. "Jenny its me, the Doctor,its still me, come on now, its me. Dad." as the Doctor announced himself as her father, his voice cracked, he hadn't said those words in so long that they almost scared him. "I regenerated is all, its still me."

No one, except for the strange humming that somehow felt warmer now, the entire room, Surprisingly large for what she had perceived the outside to be, was empty. But she listened to the weird man as he came closer. She believed him though, it somehow made sense. There were legends and stories about him, and the way he looked had always changed. And he looked different now, whatever this regeneration was it had to relate to that. "Alright. I believe you" she spoke then, nodding slowly. Still a bit hesitant over all.