IC-Ep 1-Future Shock(Story/Elizabeth/Lucius/Brook)

[yockenthwaite]

"Ok, trying to stay calm Story," says Elizabeth. "Not proving easy with the lights out, but I'm trying!"

[jaysun81]

Story turns in the general direction of the airlock. "Hello? I know you've entered through the airlock."

[ImpInTraining]

Lucius stumbles around blindly, trying to make his way back to the TARDIS.

[Mr. Handy]

A distant voice with a distinct Scottish accent called out from somewhere in the corridor: "Drop your weapons an slide 'em toward us, and then git down on the ground. You're trespassin in a secure storage room of a secure facility and we'll use force if ya make us. I dinnae ken how ya got here, but you're caught now, so best surrender."

[Thorn]

"What bloomin' weapons, Rob Roy?!" Brook shouts back in a London accent. "We're unarmed!"

[ImpInTraining]

"That's a right cruel trick ... blind your opponents in the blanket of darkness. Not a good way to greet your guests either," Lucius stated. He hit something solid and felt around... but it was the wall. Somehow he got turned around a bit.

[jaysun81]

"I assure you we mean you no harm. We have no hostile intentions and would kindly request that you would turn the lights back on so that we can at least see those who are about to shoot us." Clears his throat. "Like now... please."

[Mr. Handy]

Lucius managed to reach the TARDIS by following the sound of his friends' voices.

[Mr. Handy]

Footsteps approached from down the corridor, to the right. They stopped at the entrance, and a beam of light suddenly came through it and shined in the time travelers' faces, temporarily blinding them. "I'm comin' in," said the Scotsman. "We won't shoot anyone we don' need to. Stay onna ground and no sudden moves."

[jaysun81]

Story drops down on his knees and places his hands behind his head.

[Thorn]

Brook keeps sitting on the floor, leaning against the TARDIS, and holds her hands above her head.

[ImpInTraining]

Lucius works at the Tardis door, trying to open it but failing miserably.

[yockenthwaite]

Elizabeth stays sitting on the floor, and puts her hands behind her head.

[Mr. Handy]

OOC,Everyone is moving to the thread linked below.

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