~~~ Fires of Venus ~~~

~~~~~~Part 1~~~~~~

The Doctor fiddled with the controls of his Tardis, a monitor before him with a single line upon its wide green screen. "Come to Utopia", with co-ordinates written besides it. He paid little attention to it his hands working on a typewriter on the console. He grabbed a cable and yanked it sharply. Sparks flew everywhere, electricity surging out of the yanked cable, and across several that hung from the ceiling for a moment, but it only lasted a moment.
"Where's the towels!?" a sharp scream rang out from one of the corridors. The Doctor raised a eyebrow in acknowledgment of the remark, but paid little attention. The controls garnered his utmost attention as he gestured sloppily towards the corridor his companion had yelled out from.
"The closet of course! Two doors down on the opposite side, the blue room!" he circled the controls, hitting buttons and pulling levers all the while, causing the console room to shake something horrid, yet Ellena never felt even the slightest most tremble from where she stood.
A groan came from the Corridor, along with mumblings and huffings and puffings, not that the Doctor heard much of it. He wiggled a brow as she fiddled around the corridor, before deciding to make his way over. He needed a generator. He had an idea, and remembered a particular the generator in storage, down at the end of the very same hallway that the withering about girl was in. Another sharp shriek caused him to recoil a slight in surprise. The girl hastily attempted to cover herself with her hands, still wet and dripping along the ground.
"I'm naked!" she screamed out like a Banshee, fiddling about on her toes backing away.
"You can turn around if it embarrasses you," he remarked with a slight tone of confusion before continuing off on his way , not paying a second look at her after the shriek. He didn't flinch as another scream came out behind him, followed swiftly by the slamming of a door. Wrong room he supposed.
He returned to the console room with the massive generator, twice his size, strapped to his back. He noticed Frobisher in his penguin form, waddling his way past him, still dripping wet with a towel around his waste, disappearing off into one of the many corridors of the Tardis, one that he hadn't been in for at least 600 years by his estimate. When he had returned to the console room, he observed Ellena and Anne chatting.
"Doctor!" Ellena let out a growl, trying her best to tap her bare foot on the grated flooring, but alas she failed to produce any noise, much to her added frustration. "Clothing?!"
"I'm already wearing some." He remarked absent mindlessly. Grabbing a hand grip on the floor grating, he pulled it wide open before jumping down to the lower level of the console room, his scarfs ends flying in the air on his way down.
"I meant for me!" She yelled after him, looking down from the trap door. He was already out of view, with electrical sparks flying about. The whirl of the sonic could be heard, followed by the spraying of a fire extinguisher. "What did you do to my clothes?!" A grating flew open behind her, followed by coughing and a ash covered Doctor.
"It's in the wash, it should be done before long. I find conventional technology seems to just make everything feel and smell so much more fresh, I think you'd agree if you ever tried a hydrosonic garment sterilization unit." He crawled out of the trap door before kicking it closed with his boot.
'Steel toe,' Ellena observed with her keen eye for detail, she noticed the shape of the boots end, and could easily tell. 'How tacky' she thought to herself.'
"There's plenty of clothing in the wardrobe room, some quite similar to the dress you wore before I believe, " he paused in thought, looking up and sliding a finger along the center of his lips, the tip touching the end of his nose. "Angelic Pretty, wasn't it? I believe I had picked up a few of their dresses a life time ago." his remark led to big shining eyes, emanating from Ellena. She made a move towards him, but stopped swiftly, letting out a yelp and grabbing her towel, preventing it from dropping. She instead opted to proceed to bouncing a bit.
"You have Lolita dresses?! In your Wardrobe? SHOW ME!" A demented yet joyous look was upon her face. He raised his eyebrow, not so much in surprise as in acknowledgment and thought. Grabbing at his scarf, he tugged it down under his chin.
"Oh yes, I have quite a few brands, had to add a few rooms to the wardrobe last regeneration, my wardrobe was a bit lacking in the lady clothing department, I've come to find out, so I rectified that." Ellena's eyes bugged out and started nudging him by the shoulders, pushing him down the hall, one hand keeping the towel firmly around her.
He conceded to her persistence, and led the way. All the while as they made their way down the corridors of the Tardis, he continued to mutter something about the Pineapple incident that had gathered him a large collection of exotic clothing from some distant planet in Alpha Centuri. Ellena paid little attention. Her interest was purely upon the wardrobe, and she nearly danced with each step with eagerness to see the wardrobe, especially the section that contained brand Lolita dresses. Her jaw nearly dropped as she arrived, her eyes almost dancing along the many rows of clothing, gazing up throughout the translucent levels, seeing clothing of all sorts on display. Her eyes finally found her fix upon a certain frilly dress, about a level down from the railing that marked the entrance to the large circle room. She ran, skipping a stone with each step, the Doctor stumbling down the steps after her, as she dragged him by his hand, refusing to let go despite his efforts.

Ellena ran along the wardrobe, grabbing at dresses wildly as she left the Doctor to stand and watch. The Doctor took his pocket watch out of his watch, the silver chain contrasting against the dim gold watch. He gave it a polish and popped it open, exposing its gears and hands, all seven of them. He pulled up his goggles from his neck before looking at the hands of it. Second, Hour, Day, Month, Year, Season, Era. Rassilon Era, two hours past since they had arrived in the wardrobe, and no sign of her settling down.
Dresses littered the ground, amusing Anne greatly as she hopped between the few and far apart clearings in the floor. Every time Ellena took a dress out, it ended up on the floor, whether she wore it or not. Alas she found herself dressed in a beige dress, floral patterns all along, with white frills all along the ends. She wore white leggings and tight sleeved shirt under it, that buttoned up under the dress with a frilly collar. A massive bow, bigger than her head, hung from her hair. She wiggled about happily, looking into one of the many mirrors of the wardrobe.
The Doctor paid little notice as she asked him for his opinion, each time ending his praise with a "I suppose," or "I can see why someone would like that" or similar remarks. Once though, he dared to say something to the familiar of 'Handsome' which caused many blows to rain his way from her.
Alas Ellena focused her eyes upon the Doctors wardrobe. She had a disapproving look upon her face. She started with flipping the straps of the goggles above his ears, not considering to wonder why he'd be wearing welding goggles as he stood there. She let out a 'Nyeh!' as she tugged open the bottom button of his grey with a tint of green vest, and proceeded to straighten his cravat that was sloppily tied. All the while the Doctor observed it with slight confusion, before attempting to pull away each time.
"What the blazes are you doing?" He questioned as she began tuggig at his scarf, unfastening it around his neck and pulling it loose. She straighten the folds of his scarf as well, before deciding to make attempts at pulling it off of him.
"It doesn't match!" She complained, disappointing of his outfit greatly. His annoyance peaked, and he began to wonder off, Ellena still clinging on. As he made his way out of the wardrobe, dragging Ellena let out a loud wail, "Noooooo!"

"Venus!" The Doctor rolled around the console room, hitting levels, flipping switches and pulling out plugs and cables.
"They had the best parties in the nine galaxies! Sad your people would never get to meet them, they never did master space travel. They always put it off, saying they'll fund the space program when their economy was better, they had more resources, or when the technology was good enough to accomplish anything. Of course because of that philosophy, they never had a need to push for more advanced technological breakthrough's in the field, and were stuck on their planet as they filled their atmosphere with gases." He shook his head disapprovingly. Hitting the last lever, the Tardis shook, throwing them about. Ellena yelped as she fell on the railing, grabbing on for dear life, while Anne happily strolled up and down the console room, whichever way it tipped towards, enjoying the shaking greatly.
"You cant push off space exploration and taking care of your planet for years and years, in the name of technology of economy!" He yelled out as the Tardis rocked greatly, side to side. Ellena sighed, she cared little for the Doctor's holier than thou rants. The Tardis settled down and let out a odd thudding noise, letting them know they've reached their destination. The Doctor wasted little time, and within a blink he had made his way out of the Tardis, with Ellena quickly following suit, and Ms. Plunket skipping after the two.
Coughing and wheezing was the girls reaction to the new planet. The air was thick with black smog, causing the girls to quickly withdraw back into the safety of the Tardis. The Doctor was only taken back for a moment.
"Alright, maybe I got the time off by a bit, a few hundred years from the planets prime, but still, Venus! Come along Vanet!" He shouted back into the Tardis before adjusting himself. Flipping his goggles upon his eyes, he adjusted the fastening of his scarf so that it naturally covered his mouth and nose. With that, he wondered off into the smog that inexplicably stopped right outside the Tardis door, making no sign of breaching the old Poice box.
Ellena stared at the exit of the Tardis with a bewildered and repulsed look about her face, only looking away when she felt a tug at her dresses end.
"Here you go." It was Anne, already robed in what appeared to be a dark blue rain cape with a hood, and a gas mask that hid her face. She handed Ellena a set for herself, and with a exchange of a couple confused words, she slipped the cape over her clothe. With the attire on, she pursued the Doctor into the smog. It only got worse when she went in, not only was there smog, but she could feel a blanked of humidity falling upon her.
The Doctor mingled with what appeared to be a human male, if not for the fact that he was about seven feet tall, excessively slim, and hairless, Ellena might think she was on earth. He was robed in what looked like raggedy dirtied black robes, made up of material that looked very shiny and synthetic. His face was hidden behind a gas mask, that apparently had a voice amplifier, well, that's what Ellena assumed. What really caught her eye was his hand, there appeared to be something under the sleeve, but the fog and cloth covered its identity.
"He sounds like Darth Vader" Anne giggled out to Ellena. She skipped towards the Doctor and his new friend, despite Ellena crying out for her to stop. Much to her frustration, she followed the two, much to the Doctors Satisfaction.
"Ah Vorvun, meet my best friends! This is Anne and Ellena!" The Doctor introduced to them, gesturing to Ellena first, and then Anne.
"How isn't your voice being muffled by the scarf?" Ellena asked with a brow raised, not that anyone could tell thanks to the mask.
"This is Vorvun! I was telling him we just made it from beyond the acid sea, great timing too, the smog is very light today!" The Doctor cried out merrily. Ellena looked around, where she noticed she could see perhaps 5 yards ahead at best.
"Lucky us." Ellena's sarcasm went unnoticed.
"Not just that, the Peoples First party is having a festival in protest of the opening of the first recycling plant. The current Prime Minister has been passing environmental law after environmental law since he was elected a few months ago, and has decreed this day to be Green Day! The People First party thinks they should focus on the economy first, and plans having the festival to gather support. They're going to be lighting a massive bonefire with 6 miniature bon-fires around the edges, and there'll be drinking and dancing throughout the night!" He cheerily informed his companions. Vorvun spoke up himself, his voice bright and cheerily as he spoke way down to them.
"There'll be fire jugglers, smog benders, and all the free booze you could handle vomiting!" he laughed out heartily, arching his back as he did, making him only the taller.
"Will there be cotton candy or popcorn?" Anne asked, receiving a positive nod from Vorvun. Ellena didn't bother to ask how she planned on eating such things with the mask on, not even considering what it'd taste like exposed to the thick smog of the planet.

All the while, none to their notice, a figure loomed from past the smog where they could not see, listening, and following.