The groaning of an ancient engine caused many frightening creatures to stir from their slumber. The green sun was high in the purple sky, pinkish clouds darkening to a reddish-purple. The wind seeming to breathe fire on anything it could touch. As a blue police box suddenly materialized in the middle of a greenish-blue field overlooking the ocean. Nearby was a tall way-sided house, which looked as though it were just a bunch of shacks stacked and glued to one another, with what appeared to be a giant tattered yellow umbrella on top of the tower, which may as well have been the case, considering who the owner was.
As the Doctor and Rose stepped out of the TARDIS, with smoke trailing behind them, they decide to take refuge in the seemingly abandoned house on top of the knoll.
"It's a kind of beach house, innit, Doctor? Is it your beach house?" Rose asked in her London accent, smiling at the thought of being indoors as thunder growled angrily nearby.
"Me? Have a beach house? Honestly Rose, the TARDIS is my beach house." The Doctor laughed, smiling fondly back at the only thing he had left from the Time War before frowning and straining to listen to the thunder. "And I'm not sure whether or not that was actually thunder."
"What d'you mean? Of course it's thunder, I don't see anything even remotely dangerous looking nearby." Rose stated, looking around nervously for any signs of danger. "Only things I see that might hurt you are those… those… what are they?" she asked, pointing to creatures that looked half goat and half fish. "Seagoats?"
"Yep, seagoats, and I wasn't talking about out here, no. But inside might be a different story." The Doctor replied to his companion, looking wearily at the run down house in front of them.
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"Night, Gamz." Karkat said to his moirail, surprisingly gentle to anyone who didn't know him. Sighing when he got nothing but a soft snore in return, the short, slightly pudgy troll walked out of the respiteblock and into the kitchen. Pausing in his quest for food only to peer through the protective, purple, tinted windows onto the west side of the beach. Squinting, he faintly makes out the silhouette of two figures. Definitely not trolls, though, no horns.