Not having been there, I can't fully comment on the reasons behind Tristan's erroneous materialization. While he and Skippy DID, in fact, materialize in San Fransisco, Their temporal coordinates were off by just over 6 years, causing them to materialize just outside of Chinatown on Christmas eve, 1999. Additionally, there was another problem.
Of the four Time Travel Capsules used by Killing Time (I count four as, regardless of how many Lestor possessed, he never kept more than one in use.), Tristan's was the only one which had a chameleon circuit that operated as advertised.. Wherever he materialized his TARDIS, it always seemed to take on a form that was a proper disguise.
So it was very perplexing to him as to why it materialized in very late twentieth century San Fransisco as a police box from London circa 1965.
Still, no one seemed to notice it, so he paid it little mind.
There is an interesting thing about the two intersecting factors in the trans-temporal coordinates of San Fransisco in late 1999.
The city of San Fransisco, California is well known for being open and accepting of the unusual. In fact, there is a story that four Sontarans were stranded in the city for nearly a decade and only half a dozen people even noticed.
Additionally, in the year 1999, especially towards the end of it, some many people were focused on the end of their millennium (and whether it actually WAS the end of their millennium. For the record, yes, it was, as most humans forgot their calender was created with a bizarrely labeled "Year Julio" prior to year 1.) that few of them pain any attention to things out of the ordinary, as they were paying too much attention trying to find things that were out of the ordinary.
And so it came to pass that a Gallifreyan Time Lord and a fez-wearing, English-speaking, time-travelling kangaroo went COMPLETELY unremarked upon when wandering through the streets of San Fransisco.
Given the era and location they in which they'd arrived, Tristan and Skippy thought it would be best to hold their strategic planning session (as they insisted it be called, regardless of the fact that the next time we saw Tristan on Bruce, he was wearing a red and white checkered toga and a traffic cone on his head) in a local pub. Said session lasted from 24, December until 28, December without stop. During that time, allow me to state that a copious amount of fermented fruit and grain beverages were consumed by the pair.
After their "planning session", the pair returned to the location of Tristan's TTC. It has been said that when a person (or Time Lord or kangaroo, I suppose) had consumed too much alcohol, they might see double. This statement proved to be true when they stumbled back to Tristan's TTC and suddenly found themselves in the presence of two, identical London police boxes across the street from each other. Given their mental state, they weren't exactly certain which was their TARDIS. They wound up picking one through chance, assuming the other must be a proper police box.
When Tristan tried the door, it stuck a bit, though it did finally open and the pair entered.
I am aware I have not, as yet, describe the interior design of Tristan's TARDIS. It is, however, important to know some basics at this point, as the vast, stone-worked TARDIS console room with the cathedral-like pillars and flying buttresses were in direct contrast to his console room, which, in fact, was nearly identical, frankly, except his buttresses had long been grounded.
So, while this was clearly not his TTC, Tristan decided to take it for a bit of a joy ride.
Setting the randomizer, the engines began their characteristic whine as Skippy decided to have a bit of an exploration of the unfamiliar TARDIS while Tristan watched the scanners as the TARDIS materialized in a garden in Leadworth, England in early 2010. Surprisingly, upon materializing, there was a loud and insistent knock on the door.
Upon opening doors, Tristan was greeted by a tallish, ginger woman in a very odd variation of a police woman's uniform, complete with a skirt that could best be described as a belt.
"Five minutes? You're late aga...Wait...You're not the Doctor!"
"Ummm... yes! Yes I am! Had a minor problem with the engines. Small explosion. Had to regenerate. Sorry to confuse you," Tristan said, thinking quickly.
Clearly, the ginger woman with the Scots accent didn't know what regeneration was, and her figure and attire convinced Tristan he should explain it to her. After, she expressed relief over the fact that "the Doctor", in his new regeneration, had realized that bow ties were not, in fact, "cool".
She then dive-tackled Tristan, lips first.
A lesser Time Lord would be tempted to take advantage of this situation.
Tristan was not a lesser Time Lord.
He wasn't tempted.
He didn't hesitate and took FULL advantage of the situation.
In point of fact, the two of them didn't get off the floor, let alone dressed, for nigh on two days.
Finally, sweaty, exhausted and sticky, the ginger woman and Tristan finally stood up and got dressed.
"Alright, that was fun, Doctor. Give me a mo to get my luggage."
"Uhhh..." was Tristan's only response.
"Well, it's been nearly two years, but this time I'm ready to go with you."
Panic began creeping in on the margins of Tristan's mind. She was fun, sure, and rather sexy, but he had no desire to travel with this unknown woman who thought he was someone else.It was at this point that fate intervened.
Skippy finally returned to the console, having finished his exploration.
"Oi! So this place is an older...Why do I smell sex? Who's this, then?"
It seems though the sight of a TARDIS' dimensionally transcendental interior did not phase her at all, and the implications of near immortal Time Lords and their ability to regenerate into completely different forms seemed perfectly normal, the appearned of a fez-wearing, english-speaking, time-travelling kangaroo struck this ginger woman a bit harder than it did anyone in San Fransisco a decade earlier.
She fainted, hitting her head on the corner of the console.
"Yes, she's breathing, but I don't know as she's going to remember much of the last few days," Skippy said, "But..."
"Who cares? Help me get her out of here."
The two of them tossed the woman out the door and back in the garden before performing an emergency dematerialization.
"Let's go back and get my TARDIS. This one's nothing but trouble," Tristan's panic was finally starting to subside."
"Right. No worries...
"You DO realize you made her pregnant, right?"
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