“Now that...was a way to make an exit,” The Doctor chuckles, flipping switches and clicking buttons as he escapes yet another dangerously fun situation, somehow involving a Zygon. Sighing, he sits back breathing gently as he waits for ‘Sexy’ to land him somewhere else, hopefully somewhere safe yet enjoyable. Suddenly, he hears an odd screech and a quiet thump, so standing, he walks down one of the many hallways inside the T.A.R.D.I.S. opening a door right into a strange looking cinema he’d not been in before, ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’, running quietly in the background.
Walking slowly to the middle row and column, the Doctor stops, staring at the screen as if paying attention to the movie, even though he’s simply waiting for the stranger, a seemingly young human woman to speak. When she does, the Doctor becomes more confused than before. “I...am alone,” the girl murmurs, barely loud enough for anyone to hear over the movie, “I am...lost. The Doctor simply nods, turning to the girl, “Like I once was.”
She turned to him, tilting her head for a moment before speaking clearly, “I am Madrelir, from what once was the planet Procyon. My people were destroyed by a race filled with such rage, there was not a single Procyonian that could save themselves.” She pauses momentarily, lip quivering as she keeps herself from showing emotion, “Those horrid /monsters/ destroyed my planet forcing me into living my eternity alone.”
The Doctor grimaced at that, sure he already knew who she was referring to, but oh how wrong he was. Madrelir looks down at herself, eyes widening as she noticed her state of dress. “I’m wearing a cloth,” she said as if shocked by the sheet and not what was under it.
She stood, letting the covering drop from her six-foot-tall body, revealing an extremely non-human form. Her cheeks are razor sharp, neck model thin and her hair, a sun darkened blonde running river long, all the way to the bottom of her back. To the Doctor’s relief, the Procyonian is wearing a green spacesuit with a blue collar, although because it was skintight, it left nothing to either of their imaginations.
“You seem quite human for an alien,” The Doctor quips, trying to break the ice and chuckling as she replies, “So do you.” After a few moments of silence, Madrelir walks out to the console, looking over the controls before pushing a lever above her head, smiling as the Doctor rushes over, about to scold her. “Leaving the brakes on is horrible on inner mechanisms that are difficult to fix unless you go to a specific time and place, but you can’t when said mechanisms are broken.”
The Doctor frowns, walking to the side of the walkway, peeking under the console and giving a little noise of surprised confirmation, pushing himself back up before asking, “How exactly did you know that?” Madrelir shrugs, giving the Doctor an almost condescending look, “My people had already learned and updated Gallifreyan by the time the human wheel was invented.”