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.

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[keening_phantom]

Erik heard much within the Opera house. The halls had been built so mindful of acoustics that the wayward stage hand or lost extra could hear the play even on the underground lake. One could follow it all the way up to salvation.

Erik used it to keep an ear to the heartbeat of the opera house, and today, while it was a relatively light day of little more than cleaning crews and lackadaisical stage hands, one sound completely out of place reached his ears.

He had been doing some writing for his final work when it interrupted him, and his head picked up from the page. Quickly he tossed on his mask and took one of the round-about ways out of his underground home. One didn't need the boat to escape his abode, and he made his way through the maze-like halls of the opera house.

He heard a greeting called out, but did not answer as he pinpointed the sound, and saw what appeared to be some sort of torch in the figure's hand. Carefully, he kept to the far edges of the darkness, as he watched, and noted the strange box the man stood near.