"And that's why you never, under any circumstance, look a weeping angel in the eye."
"Creepy," came a voice from behind a large book.
"Yea, that's some really scary stuff." agreed another.
Three figures stood in a spacious room with a large structure at the center. A couch, some arm chairs and everything else was tinted a slightly gold color.
"Well of course it's scary! Otherwise what would be stopping everyone from going around staring down stone angels?” said the tallest of the figures, as he fiddled with the controls on the massive center structure.
The other two figures, one slightly smaller than the other, leaned against the platform’s railing, which surrounded the main structure. They listened to the tallest of the three, staring at him in adoration as he obliviously bustled around flicking switches and pulling levers.
“Interesting, although it kinda makes sense...” muttered the shortest, looking up from the book. “On a completely unrelated note, does this,” she gestured to the large room, “does this place often screw up? Like... Do you ever lose control of it?”
“Oh yea, loads of times,” grinned the tallest figure. “Seems to happen fairly regularly or maybe I’m just getting old... Well, that’s a given, but you know what I mean.”
“So when it... screws up,” began the third figure, fiddling with a small tool, “Is it always dangerous? Or is it just, say, a brief little miss-hap?”
The tall figure knit his eyebrows in concentration. “Well, it really depends, but som-“
THUMP
The three figures clung to the railing around the central structure as the room tilted violently to one side.
“No no no no no no no!” the tall figure shouted as he pulled himself back up to the controls and began struggling with them some more. But all in vain; he couldn’t regain control. “Not again!”
“Again?!”
“Is this really that common of a thing for you?!”
“Well, kind of! It someti-“
~wwrrt wwrrt wwrrt~
“Oh dear,” the tallest figure murmured, “We’re about to hop dimensions! You two hold on! And don’t be alarmed when you feel a slight pinching sensation, it’s normal.”
“WHAT?!” the other two figures cried in unison.
“No time to explain. GERONIMO!”
brief author note: this is my first fic, so it's not quite as good as I'd like it to be. Also, the characters with the doctor are not companions from the show. They are OC's. Sorry if that bugs you. - mindboggled