ADIUTRIX | DOCTOR WHO

↳ extremis #3

Instead of a gloomy hallway inside the Haereticum or even a broom closet in the Pentagon, they backtracked into a very bright white room. Eleven columns were arranged in an almost-circle, centered and projecting ovals of light, through one of which Bill came first.

"So the Pentagon is through there." She said stepping in a shaded area between portals, thoughts jumbled due to a weird experience.

"Yeah." Nardole looked around, trying to understand this situation they were in. Nothing made much sense since he got out of his charger this morning.

"And the Vatican is through there." Ophelia mused out loud, walking to their right and standing in stark whiteness.

"Yeah." He agreed and went to the light on the left, putting his head across it. "I wonder what's through here?"

"What is this?" Bill stood between them, having trouble to comprehend the scenario. "How is this possible?"

"Alien technology." Nardole answered like it was no big deal from his place, for him it wasn't because he was alien tech. "Let's see what else they've got." He crossed into the threshold. "Oooh, girls! Come and take a look at this."

Both were quick to follow, not exactly fans of getting split up.

The doctor once had told them about traveling with a vortex manipulator, how it was the nastiest way of time traveling because it left your body completely exposed to the vortex. Ophelia had never been able to imagine what that did to a body until she emerged in a hallway that could belong in a nondescript high school, lined with lockers. It turned air to a thick substance that was no good for lungs, both of which seemed to have gone down one too many sizes. It it weren't for her friends had going ahead until they were stopped by a Frenchman in a white lab coat, swigging from a wine bottle, she'd have stood frozen for a long time. Something in her mind pulled up a massive red flag, yelling that several things were wrong. But what? Try as she might, no answer came forward. Her breath turned to short gasps, heart hammering, thankfully no injuries added up to this situation's level of difficulty.

"Oh, hello." He took a long gulp from his wine bottle. "Are you coming?"

"Coming where?" Bill stammered, stuck in a state of bewilderment.

"We're all in the cafeteria." His finger slugged in a general forward direction. This clearly wasn't his first bottle. "You mustn't miss it."

"Why?" Nardole questioned, eyebrows hidden behind his frames.

"We'll all go together when we go." Thankfully his drunken state didn't pay mind to how lost these three were. "Come on!"

A thought, not much bigger than nonsensical words began to form as their quite not sober guide ushered them forward with giggles and waves. She didn't think it'd be impossible to go from Rome to Virginia then all the way to Switzerland, it's just how they'd done it that kept bugging her. Also, why did this drunk french man spoke english?

"Come, come, come, come."

"CERN." Ophelia said but didn't really look where they were going, trying to piece together information like a blind man would put together a puzzle.

"Where what's-his-name sent the Veritas." Not even when Nardole completed her thinking did her eyes focus.

Their guide walked down the cafeterias's center, tapping his wedding ring against a half empty wine bottle to attract the attention of his colleagues, who are all seated at tables drinking alcohol like this was just another corporate lunch they'd been forced to attend. Bill held her friend's arm to prevent any tripping or actions that would catch those hazed eyes.