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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Wed Jul 03, 2013 8:45 pm

"Prepared for anything," he repeated, pulling himself upright. "OK then, Sonja." It went a bit against his grain, leaving her alone, but it was what she was going to do. She obviously could take care of her own. He returned her wave, setting off back the way he came to the pier, the opening tune of "Paint it Black" fading as distance grew.

He let his thoughts float:First, retrieve jacket from restaurant. Second, smoke cig. Third, sort out how to get a car in the evening, some seaside in France. One that worked, preferably. No used car salesmen jobbies. Fourth, wonder what the hell he thought he was doing. Fourth, figure out where he was. In no actual order.
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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Wed Jul 03, 2013 8:58 pm

Sonya hummed softly to herself as she watched the stars turn overhead, feeling as the earth slowly rotated beneath her hands. The tide was beginning to come in even as she sat there, the water slowly creeping up from the tips of her toes to her ankles as the minutes passed by. Casting another glance towards the dark boat, she felt a slight thrill run down her spine when she couldn't spot it on the water. They had moved while she enjoyed the night, this was what she had been waiting for. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she frowned slightly, surprised at how early it was. The other disappearances had happened closer to nine PM, it was barely seven thirty. Biting down on her lower hip, she debated on the timing before a solid footstep was heard behind her, making her body go stiff with anticipation. Leaning forward slowly, she turned herself around and gaped at what she saw. Cyberman. Was all she could think to herself before the hand it held out connected with her shoulder, sending a paralyzing jolt through her body, making her slump to the side onto the damp wood below her. We're facing Cybermen...

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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:41 pm

Fitz had been to France before and Spain as well in the same disastrous trip. From Paris to Bilboa, Guernica....in 1937, for the purpose of viewing the Paris Exhibition. Well, at least on that they'd managed that after a fashion, sort of. They saw versions of it. Variations on the theme.

This was different. Different seaport, different bit of coast. The air smelled different and the people were of a different variety. The time period less harried, fearful. He ground out the cigarette under his heel. But at least people did, as Sonja had said, speak English frequently enough to make headway.

It was too late for the bank to be open for exchange, but a pub was often a good place to go when you didn't know your way around, and had the benefit of having alcohol and possibly a phone directory with a map. He checked the time and the little mobile he'd been gifted. Nothing from Sonja, and the time not late. Fitz cursed to himself - phone directory? Shaking his head, he took his own mobile and tried to switch on the GPS. 'Welcome to the present. You are here,' he muttered. 'And pubs are...here, here, here, and there. And a car rental lot is also there.'

He couldn't hotwire a car; that much was blatantly obvious from his initial circumstance in meeting Sonja in the first place. Not that he would, anyway. Well, probably not. What a strange little circle that made. Her believing he could acquire a vehicle, after having stranded himself. It was enough to make him chuckle as he headed in the direction indicated by the tiny LCD map he held in front of himself. He'd try the straightforward way, then see what came out of it. No need to make things overly complicated. After all, if a place had pubs, it was a place he could suss out. Just another tourist from across the Channel. Too stupid to have made change before his night out.

He wondered if Sonja's plan was working...he wondered about Sonja in a general sense.
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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:51 pm

Unsure of the time, Sonya sluggishly awoke to find herself laying on a table under a bright light. Squinting her eyes, she tried to raise one of her hands only to find them strapped to her sides. Shifting slightly, she tested her legs and grimaced at the bits of metal holding them down as well. "Damn, I was not expecting this." She muttered under her breath, twisting her head from side to side, trying to see the room around her through narrowed eyes. "Hello? Anyone home? I'm awake and I still haven't gotten my breakfast in bed!" She shouted cheerfully, shifting her shoulders a little more so she could see behind her head, spotting a closed door in the process. "Hello!"

After several minutes of shouting without a single sound or appearance of anyone hearing her, she fell silent, mentally reaching out towards Fitz the best she could. Most of the time it was the Doctor or Thet that she connected with, but recently she found she could connect with humans on some level. No words could be spoken, but she could suggest he do something, like glance at the tracking signal on the phone she gave him to see her little dot had moved or vanished altogether.

Finally feeling the faint connection snap into place, she frantically sent the same thought over and over again before it faded. Check the phone, check the phone, check the phone.

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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:11 pm

He wondered if Sonja's plan was working...he wondered about Sonja in a general sense.

Fitz slipped the keys into his pocket and sat at the wheel. He'd lost more money than he really should have, playing dumb lost tourist, but it didn't feel important just now. And at least it was a better car than he actually owned. Nor had he had more than a courtesy pint while at the pub, seeing if any strange rumours had popped up as he sat by. He pulled his mobile and tossed it on the seat, placing Sonja's up on the dash in the little holster that came with the car.

Check the phone, check the phone, check the phone

He might as well check it, while he had it out. Part of himself was arguing that he shouldn't be so...something...while the rest of him insisted he check the phone. Much like having to check the stove if you think you've left it on. He swiped his hand across the face. The dot was no longer where it had been, by the pier. It wasn't on the screen at all.

"Damn." He took his fingers and pulled at the screen to enlarge it, to see if the dot had migrated off to one side. And there it was. "That explains the boats. Easier than driving all around the islet." She hadn't called him. This might fit into her plan. It wasn't very late yet, only...oh, it was 11 already. He frowned to himself. It couldn't hurt...to just drive over to that side. Just in case. Feeling like a getaway driver, he pulled onto the road and headed out from Grand Piquey.
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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:50 am

Suddenly as she finally lost connection, the door behind her slammed open, bouncing off of the wall beside it from the force behind it. Twisting her head back around, she spotted two Cybermen walking in and stationing themselves on opposite ends of the room, keeping guard as a small, rather mousy looking man stepped in and up to the table she was strapped to. "How are you doing, my dear?" He asked kindly, his hands tugging on the metal straps holding her in place before turning around and busying himself with the small table attached to the wall off to her right. "Sleep well, I trust? You are a rather interesting species... I have had humans, plenty of humans, some Homo Reptilian, and a rather fat-looking... Oh what did he call himself? Raxacoricalfalapatorian I do think..." Turning back around, Sonya's eyes caught the shine of metal in his hands as he drew near again, the shadows melting away as he closed in, allowing her to spot the surgical knife easier. Her eyes widened, instinct kicking in as her arms jerked suddenly, trying to pull out of the cuffs as he stopped by the table. "Oh no, don't worry my darling, I won't kill you, I only want to know what makes you tick, this is just for a skin sample. Relax..." He smiled in what Sonya suspected was his version of a calming expression, it only caused her to flinch again as the knife hovered over her arm. Closing her eyes tightly, she bit down on her lip as the glint of metal dissapeared into her skin, keeping the screech from breaking free as he cut away a small bit of her skin. Damn it Fitz, where the hell are you?

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PostSubject: Re: Weltschmerz   Sat Jul 06, 2013 2:26 pm

Fitz drove through a number of quiet little townships, dotted around with quaint houses, trees lining the sides of the tarmac and reaching up over the empty road. Which was why the larger factory-like structure seemed out of joint: it sat like an unruly animal, nestled along the edge of the housing green. He pulled the car over to the kerb along what seemed to be the loading dock side. The place was dark save for a few spotlights, giving the large chimneys poking up from the tall greyed walls a strange glow and turning their streaming smoke a baleful orange.

‘You are the definition of a mother hen,’ he muttered to himself as he looked over the locator beacon again. It hadn’t moved. Fitz frowned. Surely, Sonja would be moving about by now, trying to find out…whatever it was that was going on. He stowed his own mobile, stuck the one Sonja gave him into his rumpled jacket pocket. Perhaps she had gotten caught out or was stuck hiding somewhere. There was really only one way to find out. He quietly pushed open the car door and closed it.

His shoes scuffed the concrete and ground-in dirt as he crossed the yard – the fence was hardly a barrier at all, more of a reminder, not even coming up to Fitz’s armpits. Further in, he could see a number of large sheds and some type of long conveyer system, electric wires and railway ties ground into the soil. The yard was littered with all manner of rubbish and debris as well as boxes and containers. ‘This place is either on its way to being a total tip, or someone's been ignoring the cleaning up,’ he thought. So far, he had yet to see a living soul, but he heard noises. Skittering sounds. Rats, he assumed, or cats. He pulled the device out again to see what side he should come in from, and headed around that corner to find the closest entry.

It was locked but as he followed the side he came to a loading area with one of the hangers left half open. He peered in and then held up the LCD screen on the mobile as a torch to give a bit more light. More containers. A stairwell at the far back, with a light marking it. More skittering noises…Fitz swung the lamp around, catching a shine of something metallic low to the ground. It was gone in an instant and Fitz’s attention was drawn back to the door. He headed for it, unable to believe his luck that it wasn’t locked, left open in fact.

He bounded on through into a storage area; more of the containers he’d seen before, stacked more or less neatly on pallets in wide rows. The room was much larger than the scope of his feeble light, but he used the locator to orient himself as he went. Suddenly, Fitz heard noises coming at regular intervals, ever nearer: clang, clang, clang clang…machinery? footsteps? Fitz pressed himself between two storage containers and flicked off the screen, leaving himself in pitch black save for the rectangle of grey light coming from the door to the loading bay. The noise continued to come closer. Clump clump CLUMP CLUMP; Fitz skirted around the backside of the containers, away from the noise. He swallowed, eyes wide open out of instinct, straining to hear.

Fitz leaned his head out, craning around. They became visible as they neared the door he’d entered from. First their backlit outline and then…he quickly retreated behind his makeshift hiding spot, brows furrowed in disbelief. He looked again – yes, yes indeed. Taller than him, some type of metallic...robot? He was going to go with robot. Two of them, walking together in perfect unison, gleaming silver.  Fitz boggled a flat second, mesmerized by their forms, like fiction of his youth. ‘Blimey!’ he thought to himself, followed by an equally nonsensical, ‘Well, then.’  As the robots disappeared through to the bay, Fitz scarpered the way they’d come, assuming they’d come from a door. It was hard to navigate a straight line as he ran into the darkness. But it turned out he was correct, there was a door was at the opposite end; there was a green light visible now. He darted for it, his foot catching over some type of detritus. He stumbled. Instantly, the skittery sounds he’d heard earlier magnified. He swore that there was something…s were behind him as he pulled himself up off the grimy floor. He climbed the rungs of the stair, grabbed the door handle, and dashed on through the door, not looking back. The bright light beyond blinded him a split second as he closed the door behind him, panting. Opening his eyes, he found a switch off to the other side of the doorframe and slapped his hand down on it. He heard a mechanism engage and the light switched from green to red.  Scratching and scraping began in earnest on the far side.

He had to find Sonja. Quickly!

He pulled the mobile locator out again. It was still steady-on, keeping to one spot. Fitz tried to see if he could get a layout of the part of the building he was in from the device so he could find the fastest route. Alert for anything, including and especially menacing-looking armored robots, he headed down the corridor towards her location at double-speed, running on the assumption that the plan had somehow gone half to shambles. If he turned out to be wrong, she could shout at him after he found her.
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