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The Beyond

A strange and mysterious place of desolate grey rocks and a sickly orange sky.

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A blue box slowly appears, sheathed in a glowing green aura. It remains still for a while before the door swings open.
The Bushranger

And the young brunette named Quinn skips out!

And looks round.
Frowns.
"So, which way is the volcano?"
Who

The Time Lord steps out behind her, circling his time ship

"Volcano? Who said anything about a volcano? Ah ha! I knew it!"

Clinging to the back of the blue box on four spindly legs is a large orb, made of a smooth glistening metal covered in runes and symbols.

"This must be what hit us."
The Bushranger

"This sky and landscape? There has to be a volcano," Quinn declares, using logic!

And she follows Who, frowning as she spots the cling-on. "What is it?"
Who

"You know, you're right. There's definitely something, volcano-y about this place."

He ponders for a second, levering the orb on to the ground with his cane and prodding it.

"Not a clue what this is though, I mean the design rings a distance bell but I've never seen these marking before."
The Bushranger

"Well, might be a good idea to figure it out so we can make sure whoever shot it at you doesn't try again, right?"
Who

"Good plan! I think we should try and find out where we are as well. Why don't you have a quick nosy about whilst I tr and crack this thing open?"
The Bushranger

"So the monster can try to grab me?" Quinn quips, shaking her head before turning to start her quick nosy about.
Who

Who laughs, shouting after her.

"Hardly ever happens. Honest."

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Quinn'll find her exploration in a little more difficult than a normal stroll in the back garden. The landscape itself is wholly unremarkable, save perhaps a small wisp of smoke floating skyward from behind a rocky outcrop.
The Bushranger

And so torwards the wisp of smoke she goes!

...fully expecting it to prove to be a dragon.
Who

Well prepare to be disappointed Quinn! The smoke is actually coming from a dying camp fire, around it lie the broken remnants of some hastily assembled shelters.
The Bushranger

Quinn blinks in surprise.

...then does what anybody would do in this situation!

Cupping her hands around her mouth:
"Hello! Is anybody here? We come in peace!"
Who

She'll get no response, the ruins remaining eerily quiet.
The Bushranger

Quinn frowns. That's just rude of them!
But at least it's not rutabega.

...she then closes her eyes and tries to see if she can 'pick up' anybody nearby mentally!
Who

Indeed there is! There's definitely something coming from inside one of the ruins.
The Bushranger

And Quinn hurries in that direction. Trying to be quiet about it though!
Who

Quinn needn't worry, the small hunched creature inside the ruin has its back to her and appears to be rather concentrating on whatever it's doing to notice her.
The Bushranger

And so Quinn pauses, studying it for a few minutes, before softly clearing her throat.

"Hello?"
Who

The creature turns around when Quinn speaks, revealing itself to look something like a Mandrill with six spider eyes. It waves arms in the air, chittering to itself. Quinn will somehow find herself being able to understand it.

"You! New thing!"
The Bushranger

Spider Monkey!

Quinn takes a step back, blinking in surprise, then smiles a little - careful not to show her teeth! - trying to be reassuring.

"I am new here yes. I am Quinn. What are you called? What has happened here?"
Who

The creature offers her no such courtesy, baring its teeth and howling as it advances on our hero!

"Trapped! Need blood! New thing give!"
The Bushranger

"...hey, my blood's my own, thank you!"

And Quinn tosses out her hands, sending a Sonic Blast at the monster as she retreats backwards!

It's sonic!
And it blasts!
It's also quite useful for breaking padlocks through vibrations. So it should do a nice number on equilibrium.
Also: eardrums.
Who

That is of course assuming this creature possesses eardrums. Regardless however the beast is thrown back against the remnants of a wall.
The Bushranger

And Quinn turns to flee! Flee!
Who

The creature is far too busy peeling itself off the wall to give chase, she'll easily manage to get away.
The Bushranger

And so Quinn runs all the way back to the TARDIS!
Who

She'll find the man who brought her here sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by the components of the dastardly sphere that threw them off course. He barely looks up from his work as she arrives.

"Find anything?"
Hawkeye

((*prods Who towards Libris' thread*))
The Bushranger

"A monster," Quinn says, slightly out of breath from her running. "I think it wanted to dvink my blud."

Yes, she puts on a Transylvanian accent for that.
Who

That last bit gets his attention and a bit a smile, it's so refreshing for him to have someone enjoy the peril instead of whining about it.

"What makes you say that?"
The Bushranger

And so Quinn explaions about her little encounter - and her reaction to it!

"...and then I ran back here. Do you have a spare sonic screwdriver or anything?"
Who

"Back up a second, what did the creature look like again? Be specific."
The Bushranger

Quinn takes a deep breath, then describes the critter. In detail.
"...so when it came for me I blasted it across the room and ran for it."
Who

Who nods in approval at her method of creature repulsion.

"Good,keep doing that. I'm very sorry Quinn but I've put you in terrible danger."
The Bushranger

"Hey, it's not like living in Town isn't terrible danger as well," Quinn says with a shrug. "So is this 'Sticks and stones will break my bones' danger, 'To Serve Man' danger, or 'oh gods tentacles are NOT supposed to go THERE' danger?"
Who

"Little of the first, little of the second and I certainly hope none of the third."

Though knowing Quinn she probably wouldn't mind the last one.

"On the plus side they might be just what I need to get us home again."
The Bushranger

Hey, Quinn's over that! Mostly anyway.
"Oh. Well, I guess we should go back and try to talk to them without getting eaten?"
Who

Who stands up, sighing through his teeth as he brushes his unruly hair away from his face.

"Yeah, they're not really the talkative type. They're called the Barvok. No one's really sure where they came from or how they got...it's complicated, it's science so powerful it looks like magic or a magic so well controlled it's been reduced to a science. The only thing we know for sure is the whole thing runs on blood. Which is why we have to keep you away from them."
The Bushranger

"And you too, right?" Quinn asks, tilting her head.
Who

He waves his hand from side to side in a 'sort of' motion.

"Kind of, they've got no qualms about murdering anything and everything they feel like but if they tried to use my blood it'd be like rocket fuel in a diesel engine, whole thing'd go up. But you, teenage girl, psychic teenage girl, they get a hold of you and they'll break out of here for an opening act and well...I don't want to think about the rest."
The Bushranger

"Gotcha. Don't worry, they won't get me." Quinn grins cheekily.
Who

"You seem awfully calm."
The Bushranger

"Would you rather I ran around screaming?" Quinn offers.
Who

"Yeah you're right, actually....maybe for the nostalgia. Nah, should probably keep the screaming to a minimum. Anyway, enough about the terrible danger. Lets go meet the neighbours!"
The Bushranger

"There goes the neighbourhood," Quinn quips, and she falls in line behind Who as they head out!
Who

Who laughs as they march back towards the spot Quinn was accosted by monsters.

"We've got to be careful, they'll have your scent now."
The Bushranger

"Oh, they go by scent, too?" Quinn asks, surprised, and looking thoughtful.
Who

He shrugs, quickly zeroing in on the particular ruin where Quinn encountered the beastie. Once there he crouches down, running his hands through the dirt.

"Well psychically speaking."
The Bushranger

"Oh, so the old tricks for scent-masking won't work." Quinn frowns, trying to shield her mind as she looks around.
Who

"Scent masking? That might not be a bad idea."

Without looking he tosses his cane in a general Quinnward direction.

"Setting 584695."
The Bushranger

"...not BR-549?" Quinn asks, as she looks for the controls on the Sonic Screwdrivercane.
Who

The sonic cane appears to have no controls but looks damn classy.

"Maybe next time."
The Bushranger

Quinn nods, and just tries to activate the thing.
Who

I've never given much though to how the damn thing is operated but after an amount of fiddling the top pops open, a small purple square sliding out.
The Bushranger

Quinn raises an eyebrow. Shrugs. Waves the cane around.

GIT OFFA HER LAWN!
Who

Confetti starts to issue from the top as she shakes the cane.

"Not having any luck?"
The Bushranger

"If by 'having' you mean 'confetti' and 'luck' you mean 'everywhere', then yes, yes I am," Quinn says dryly. Giving the cane a good shake.
Who

Who gets up of the ground and tries to retrieve his cane from her, giving it a few shakes if succesful.

"Ah there's the problem, you've got it set to Party. Doesn't matter, there's enough psychic resonence in here for us to find them. Or them to find us I guess. Still, makes our life easier."
The Bushranger

Quinn eagerly gives up the Party Cane, and frowns at Who's comment.
"I'd rather us find them. Choosing our ground and whatnot."
Who

"Well then, we best get walking. If you were monstrous psychic beast which direction would you be in?"
The Bushranger

"I think...thataway!"
And Quinn points!
Who

"Splendid! Allons-y"

Of he marches in the scientifically determined best direction, a large hill looming ahead of them.

"Up for a bit of a climb?"
The Bushranger

"Always," Quinn declares with a grin, looking eager for a workout.
Who

The Time Lord grins back as he begins the ascent. The scenery getting ever grimmer as they get higher and higher with strange and otherworldly skeletons hanging from poles as a warning to others.

Who stops part way to examine one, leaning on his cane and wiping sweat from his forehead, more a result of the rise in temperature rather than any sort of exertion.

"You know, I think you might have been right about the volcano."
The Bushranger

And up they go! Wheeee!

"Looks like somebody decided what they wanted was heads on pike as a warning to others," Quinn observes, eyeing the skeletons with disgust. Then, when they pause, she can't help but gri triumphantly.

"See? I told you. With this kind of scenery there has to be a volcano. It's required. And for my next trick, I'll predict the baddies here have their Evil Base of Evil inside the thing."
Who

The Time Lord looks sceptical as the climb ever higher.

"Now I'm no expert, or atleast I don't like to brag, but wouldn't the inside of a volcano be incredibly hot?"
The Bushranger

Quinn shakes her head, looking bemused.
"Depends on the activity state of the volcano, how much insulation you use, how much you care about your minions, how much heat you're pulling off to power your hyperspace death-ray..."
Who

He shakes his head as they near the top.

"You watch too many bad movies."

He stops just short of the lip of the volcano, peering over the top.
The Bushranger

"I'll bet you it's a hyperspace death-ray," Quinn insists, even as she slips up to take a peek over the edge as well.
Who

Over the lip of the volcano is, sadly, a complete like of scorching hot lava. Instead our heroes will see a large and elaborate circle drawn on to the floor, covered in trinkets and other arcane doodads. Dotted around the edge of the circle the ape creatures mill around outside a small collection of rudimentry huts.

"Didn't see this coming..."
The Bushranger

"...summoning circle? Or transmutation?" Quinn asks, eyeing the circle with alarmed disgust.
Who

"Well technically, I think, if I'm reading the markings correctly, it's going to fire a concentrated beam of destructive energy at the dimensional barrier. Enough to punch a hole out of here."
The Bushranger

"...so, a hyperspace death-ray. Totally called it."

Quinn pauses.

"...so, how do we stop it?"
Who

"The whole thing is probably very interconnected, breaking a few important bits should do the trick."
The Bushranger

"Well, then, I guess we should get to work."
Quinn looks just a little uneasy, though.
Who

Her Time Lord guide turns to look at her, ever so slightly concerned.

"Are you okay? You sound worried."
The Bushranger

"...well, it's just, everything I joke about we're going to find, we find. Are they really that genre savvy or am I somehow making it happen?" Quinn asks.
Who

He stops for a second, looking like he's about to say something, before he inches back from Quinn.

"Have you ever done that before?"
The Bushranger

"Um, no.  Never," she answers honestly, and earnestly.
Who

He nods, looking back in to the crater, the beasts therein returning to their hovels for the most part.

"Just in case though, try not to think of anything bad."
The Bushranger

Quinn, of course, promptly imagines the Sta-Puft Marshmallow Man...

"Alright. So, what's the plan?"
Who

"We creep down there, break the circle and hopefully some of those knick-knacks will help me jump start the Tardis and get us home."
The Bushranger

"Gotcha."

Quinn pauses.

"You first!"
Who

The Time Lord nods, slowly and carefully beginning to make his way down in to the volcano, assuming Quinn follows suit she might be able to hear a rumbling noise in the, not too far off, distance.
The Bushranger

Quinn does indeed follow, and she does indeed hear the rumbling.

"...let me guess. Active volcano, isn't it?"
Who

Who cringes at Quinn's question, quickly shaking his head as he ducks behind a rock on the floor of the volcanoe's basin.

"Oh, don't say that, it could be lots of non-deadly things. Like...like a blimp, full of chocolate."
The Bushranger

"...chocolate volcano!" Quinn declares after a moment's thought. "Now that's something I could go for."
Who

Who peers out from behind the rock, surveying the scene in front of him, several of the creatures standing guard over the circle whilst the others slumber.

"Okay, there's no way we're going to be able to do anything without getting spotted. Ideas?"
The Bushranger

"Try and knock them all out?" Quinn suggests.
Who

"Okay, I count six still on watch. How many do you think you can handle?"
The Bushranger

"Um...two?"
Who

He nods, counting two off on his fingers.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do about the four."
The Bushranger

Quinn nods, taking a deep breath.
"Ready when you are."
Who

Who nods, hopping out from cover and heading towards the guards twirling his cane.

"Evening gents."

This is clearly not something the guards were expecting, and rather than raising the alarm or charging towards him they just kind of look dumfounded is the garishly dressed Time Lord amble towards them.
The Bushranger

Quinn slips out behind Who, putting on her best Bavarian Fire Drill expression.

When in doubt, make it look like you know what you're doing!
Who

The appearance of a secon interloper appears to snap the creatures out of their befuddlement somewhat, causing them to charge towards the pair with a loud shriek. Despite Quinn probably being far more able to defend herself than the fashion-challenged alien, his protective instincts still kick in and he moves to interpose himself between Quinn and the advancing critters.

"Stay behind me."
The Bushranger

Quinn rolls her eyes.
Shakes her head.
Aims telekinetic blasts from each hand at the charging aliens on either side of Who.
Who

The creatures shriek indignantly as they are flung back, their noise only serving to draw more of them from their huts.

"Blimey you're useful. Don't suppose you're look for a job? No, not important, imminent death now. Headhunting later."
The Bushranger

"I'm kinda set up for now, but thanks..."
Quinn gives the critters a glare!
GLAAAAAAARE!
Who

The beasties glare back, stepping aside as another of their number makes its presence known, this one carrying a large staff and feathered headdress.

"Well I think we found the big boss man. You think of that?"

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