One on one? (Closed!)

Vix looks up and smiles sweetly. "Thanks, Da'in. That's very sweet of you to be concerned." She says gently. "But I'll be okay." She places a small hand on his shoulder before walking forwards.

Da'in found himself feeling a warm feeling in his chest and face, not quite embarrassment, but something he couldn't quite place. A sort of strange happiness. And she had called me sweet. Nobody's ever been that nice, except my family, and the Bannerman Road gang. Which is, in all honesty, a little bit of a childish name. But it works. he thought to himself. "Well then. Planets. Alright, my main theory is, given he planets we found missing, that it mainly depends on where you put them, and the alignment. So, it's a power source. Thank you, astronomy maps at the Shadow Proclamation Hub. Someone is using an immense amount of power to get even more of it. It's my best theory, it's idiotic to do anything otherwise. The one thing I question is that once they've disappeared, there's been no trace of them. Even the TARDIS can't locate them, so whoever it is… I don't fancy a cup of tea and a chat with them." the future Doctor said.

Vix smiles warmly at Da'in before continuing to walk. "So…" Will taps his lip. "First the Earth and now this. Are we ever going to get a break?" Nico asks, bumping Will's hip. Will laughs softly at that. "To true." Vix hums softly as she walks and glances around before turning left. "We're almost there." She says quietly.

"Wait, stop." the third Doctor said. "Glass. Crunching beneath our feet. But no broken windows, nothing it could have been cast from. So, why is there glass on the floor?" he asked, gesturing to the ground where there was indeed broken glass. "I can think of two solutions. One, someone put it there, or two, we're, well, you might not believe me…" he said cautiously. "Dream state?" his future incarnation asked. "Well, of course. I mean, did you truly believe that Jo Grant and I would really be on Gallifrey, what with my -our, I mean, as you are me- exile? And this place, well, it's decorated nearly the same as the house of Lungbarrow. You're all having a forcefully induced psychic episode. Things out of the ordinary, something from a bad memory you've tried to forget, like the glass, appear. You need to look for things out of the ordinary, that don't line up. Sloppy job, I'll admit, with all the obvious clues. And they got the nose all wrong. It's incredibly beaky, ridiculous." the third Doctor explained. "Your nose is normally like that, Doctor. Now, listen to me, all of you. Especially those here with the psychic abilities. Are you ready for this?" Jo said.

(Hey.)

I swear I replied…//

Vix looks down and picks a shard up, but crying out in pain as it cuts into her finger. She looks at her hand as a small drop of blood trails down her finger and into her palm. "A dream state?" She asks curiously as she watches the blood pool into her hand. "But unlike your usual dream scape you can touch and feel things?" She asks as she looks at the doctors. She smiles a little. "This is getting more and more interesting. Anyways. I can sense we're getting close. We can discuss this later… Or while we're walking. Dad isn't very fond of tight spaces." Will chuckles softly. "That I can't argue with."

"None of this is real. You need to wake up. Finding the exit generally works with these things, I'll agree, but if it doesn't, you need to focus. You need to wake up." Jo said. Her dress was like plastic, figure like cardboard, as she and the past Doctor were compressing into two-dimensional figures. "It was difficult to assume a figure you'd trust, Doctor. But once you find your way out of here, the dream will fade, and quickly. And Doctor?" Jo asked, she was somewhat transparent now. "Yes?" the future Doctor watched the two fade. Jo's voice came faintly now, thinning to a distorted electronic reproduction. Her barely visible figure leaned in, and whispered something into his ear, and with that, she and her Doctor faded away entirely. There was a flash of burning white, and the hallway disappeared, leaving an empty white space of flaring light. "None of this is real, as she said. But since everything has faded away…. it'll be difficult to leave. Vixianne, you have psychic abilities, yes? Well, it'll take both of ours to leave here, as we statistically speaking have the strongest minds. You need to focus. This isn't real. Everyone focus. This isn't real. Wake up." the Doctor ordered. "You are deep inside this dream, all right, and it is a shared mental state, so it is drawing power from the multi-consciousness gestalt which has now formed telepathically and- never mind, the scientific explanation is too long, it's a time-waster." he sighed. "Just focus, as I said earlier. Not real."

Vix looks at the doctor. Her hand had healed from the cut, so she understood that she was in a dream dimension. Will and Nico took each other's hand before Will offered his hand to her. She smiles and takes her father's hand, before offering hers to Da'in. She takes a deep breath and looks at the doctor. "I'm ready." She says softly. "Just tell me what to do and when."

"Alright. Yes. The hand-holdy thing. Right." the Doctor said. Da'in took Vixianne's hand, and Oswald, Joe, and Alison all grasped hands in turn. "This is incredibly cheesy. Alright, so, you need to focus on waking up, then. It's a bit complicated for a human, but you need to force your conscious mind to break away from the subconscious, if only temporarily. Vix, it's easier for you and I, as we both have the proper skills. So, I'll try and send you all off then, but I'll need you, Vix, to help me do this. Can you?" the Doctor asked.

Vix looks at the others before looking at the doctor and taking a deep breath. She smiles gently and nods. "Yeah. I'm ready." She whispered softly.

"Alright, I've explained the theory, now try and put it into practice, but for the whole group. I'll be doing the same." the Doctor said.

Will nods ans shuts his eyes, focusing. Nico follows. Vix does her best to help the others, biting her lip in concentration. She extends her power to the others. It was a strong and warming force, like a mother's embrace, or a soft blanket on a cold winter's eve.

There was a flash of burning light, even brighter than the light they were surrounded by, and eventually the Doctor came to, while the others, when he glanced over, not moving his head, stirred. An all-white room, with two operatives dressed in white robes, coming down to the knees and closely fitting the form. The only colour was their faces, the grey tables that the group was strapped to, and some blue computer panels. Wait. Strapped to tables. The metal arm cuffs were of a nigh unbreakable material, the Doctor could tell. Trapped. And this place looked like… they had been searching his mind. Their minds. Memories jumbled back together. They had indeed visited the camp, but after that…. an escape attempt, at first. But after that had failed, they were taken here and the process had begun. Trying to probe their minds for any malicious intent. Of all the atrocious things! But somehow, the Doctor's mind had reacted, or maybe Vix's, or both, and tried to protect them by forcing a dream state. The Doctor worked all this out in the first few seconds of consciousness, despite the dizzy, nauseous sensation. He struggled against the arm cuffs. Nothing. The operatives still didn't seem to have noticed him waking up, or the others stirring.

Vix was awake, but she was aware of her surroundings. She looks around with her psychic vision. She takes a deep breath and extends her magic to the others, creating a mental link. Anyone awake? She calls out.

Rather unfortunately, yes. The room is pretty bleak, so you aren't missing anything. the Doctor shot back. Oh yeah, and before you ask, there isn't any way out that I can see as of yet. Don't worry, I'm working on it. he reassured.

Ah, good to see you're awake. Apparently we're the only ones. What's going on from what you can tell so far? I can only see so much with psychic vision and I feel as if someone is standing over me, so I don't want to give off that I'm awake. Are the others okay?

They're fine. Waking up, as far as I can tell. And there isn't anyone near you, that's just paranoia. the Doctor answered. Hmm. He could feel his sonic screwdriver in his pocket. Now, if only he could reach it…

Vix takes a deep breath and tried to relax. She needed to focus on reading out towards the others. Da'in? Oswald? Alison? Joe? Dad? Papa? WAKE UP!

They'll be fine. the Doctor reassured. He shifted on the table, and eventually managed to

A, not grab the attention of the operators, who were seemingly deaf, or otherwise incredibly ignorant.

And

B, grab hold of his sonic screwdriver, use it to free himself and the others who had all at this point woken up, with a headache like their heads had been smashed with a hammer, a familiar sensation to those who frequently found themselves hungover and a sensation entirely appropriate to the moment, since waking up from an unfortunate psychic episode would do that to one. The operators had finally noticed that things were happening, things that it was technically their job to prevent from happening, and they scrambled to remove their guns from their holsters. "Actually, surprisingly enough, I nearly always forget to take into account that not everyone is a pacifist like I am and they actually carry weapons." the Doctor said with a nervous smile.

Vix instantly runs to her parents, kissing their cheeks. She looks at the doctor. "Don't worry." She says softly. "I'm a daughter of Hecate. The goddess of magic. I could make a sheild while you guys get out. It'll take a lot of energy, so move quickly." She says softly.

"Hmm? Oh, I had a better plan. Haven't done this since my eighth regeneration." the Doctor said. "Actually, I tell a lie. Salvador Dalí, Alison?" he asked, then snatched a gun that was idiotically placed on a nearby table. "Stop, or I'll shoot myself!" he ordered, pointing the gun at his chest.

Vix blinks at him, then steps back, looking shocked. Will and Nico instantly step towards Vix, pulling her towards them. She watches the operators with a careful eye.

"You need me and my friends around for something, yes? Well, if I die, you won't have me around to question. Oh, and I'll need seven neural blockers. Six human compatible, with three having a hybrid setting, and one Alreesh compatible." the Doctor snapped. "Get to it!" he shouted. Alison was stunned. The Doctor, the man who never carried a weapon, the man who always left killing as an option never taken, now using a weapon against his enemies. Well, in fairness, he wasn't using it against anyone in the conventional way. The operators, one a dark haired man with a small scar above his left eye, the other a brunette woman with very thick, curly hair, obeyed immediately, handing the Doctor seven small devices, like miniscule circular plates. "Thank you. Now, which regeneration are you on, both of you?" he said. "S-seventh, both of us." the dark haired man said. "Good luck to you both." he said, turning the gun away from himself suddenly and shooting them both. They collapsed, blood spilling out from their bodies. "Run, now!" he ordered. Alison, while complying, was terrified. Was this what the Time Lords has made of the man she thought she knew? A cold-blooded killer? The Doctor swung open a door, ushering the group out with haste.

Vix hesitates when he told them to run, Nico having to push her forwards. She bolts, her breathing unsteady and fast. She stumbled. She rarely used her legs, so they were weak, unable to run long distances. She pushes her father's onwards before trying to stand. She leans against the wall, running to catch up.

"You killed those two! You shot them! They're dead!" Oswald shouted angrily as they hastily moved down the corridor. Da'in noticed that Vixianne was struggling to keep up, so he fell back and went to support her, picking her up and running back to the rest of the group. "It was them or you." the Doctor said coldly. "I don't care! You killed two innocent people!" Oswald argued. "Really? You think anyone on this planet, anyone who supports the Time Lords' cause is innocent? Well, the difference is, when you die, you stay dead." he shot back. "So do they!" Ozzie snapped. They came up to a lift, and he ushered them all inside. "We're on Gallifrey, Ozzie. Did I mention? Death is Time Lord for man flu." he said calmly, and after a few buttons were pressed, the lift shot downwards.

(Hey, just got back from choir and I'm for once in my life not feeling crippling depression since my grandparents were there and I don't get to see them all that often, so that's cool. How are you doing?)

I'm okay, thanks. I'm glad to hear that you're doing better//

Vix leans into Da'in's touch. She was exhausted. She had used so much magic and she had so little energy. She relaxed, calming down as she was carried. Will and Nico nod gratefully to him, glad to see her reacting with someone other than them. Nico looks at the doctor. "You had a fair reason. If I had to choose between my daughter and people threatening me. I would have to say I would choose Vix. But you could have chosen a less… Bloody tactic."

"It was the quickest, as well as the safest for you all, tactic I could have used." the Doctor said darkly. Soon, they came down to a darkened, stony area, with vines crawling up the pillars, ornately carved symbols on the floor. "The Cloisters. We're safe here." he nodded. Screams and moans echoed throughout the chamber. "Well, mostly safe. Come on."

Vix looks around, her eyes filled with wonder. She looks at he parents and then at Da'in. "Thanks for carrying me." She mutters softly. She was a small thing, and she was very light, but she always felt like she was burdening the person who was carrying her.

"It was no trouble. No man or woman left behind." Da'in smiled, setting her down. "The Cloister Wraiths. Sliders, we used to call them. They guard the Matrix. We're safe in here." the Doctor said. There were shadowy figures gliding about the corridors, you couldn't quite make out their figures. "Why?" Da'in asked. "They only attack if you make any attempt to leave." the Doctor said calmly. "How long are we planning to stay?" Ozzie asked. "Or, actually, if you try to stay." the Doctor added. "You realise how well that conversation went, right?" Alison snapped. "Starting to, yeah, a bit." the Doctor admitted. A Wraith glided past, howling in terror, its face flickering. It was wearing tattered red robes with golden lining, as well as a rounded high golden collar that towered about three inches tall above the head, circular, like a moon, and ornately carved with the circular, geometric symbols that made up the Gallifreyan language. The figure was wearing a matching gold skull cap, but the face was strange. It seemed to be a holographic projection, it's face contorted in a permanent scream. The sound of ringing bells echoed through the area. "The Cloister Bells. They ring in times of great danger. Gallifrey must be really scared for the whole Cloister to be sounding off." the Doctor chuckled, but it was bitter, spiteful.