A Doctor in the Opera House

[fifthdoctor]

The Tardis wheezed and groaned its way into being, the sound echoing off the dark cavernous halls as it rematerialized. Inside, the Doctor was finishing flicking of switches and turning on the screen. "Well, where are we this time?" he asks of no one in particular. It was too dark right outside the window to tell so, with a shrug, he rummages around for a torch before going to the door to open it. Might as well work out where and when he is the old fashioned way.

Clicking on the flashlight as he exits the Tardis. "Hello...anyone here?" he says carefully.

Comments

[keening_phantom]

"The opera house, of course." The voice follows as Erik keeps to his hiding spot. What a curious fellow to be having a conversation with a disembodied voice. He was either quite mad or possibly too inquisitive for his own good.

[fifthdoctor]

Opera, he could do with taking in a show. Maybe it would help him find out who the voice was as well. "I do enjoy a good show now and again...." The Doctor finds himself after the lanterns somewhere backstage. He can faintly hear the music even though he's far from the singers. Whether it is rehearsal or the actual show, one cannot tell from here.

"Wonder if there will be a seat left?" he muses to himself aloud. With a name like Opera Populaire, it was bound to be packed.