[identity profile] alien-nothing.livejournal.com
When: Moving Day Plot
Who: The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] alien_nothing/OTA
Where: Hill Above the Torchwood HUB


What: The Doctor remembers Wilf talking about the stars going missing, planets vanishing and the universe collapsing on itself. He's staring at the night sky and there's something very wrong with it, there's something so wrong with it that a shiver runs down his spine and his hearts skip a beat.

This is wrong and the warmth that has been plaguing New York is something else all together. It's night and the stars are gone. "This is far worse than a few comatose patients gone missing." The Doctor quietly says, as he stuffs his hands into his brown coat pockets. The Earth couldn't be sitting at the edge of the universe's end where it has been moved so far apart from the stars that there's nothing but darkness with only hopes for Utopia. He can't leave his TARDIS was merged with the big haired youngin with a big gob and big ears.

It was too crowded for him and he needed air, he can also use a friend to talk to and he hopes Donna can see him under nothing but the lights from the old air base's buildings and the moon above them. If she can't see him perhaps she can hear him as he begins to whistle Don McLean's 'Vincent'.
[identity profile] alien-nothing.livejournal.com
When: Moving Day Plot
Who: The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] alien_nothing/OTA
Where: Hill Above the Torchwood HUB


What: The Doctor remembers Wilf talking about the stars going missing, planets vanishing and the universe collapsing on itself. He's staring at the night sky and there's something very wrong with it, there's something so wrong with it that a shiver runs down his spine and his hearts skip a beat.

This is wrong and the warmth that has been plaguing New York is something else all together. It's night and the stars are gone. "This is far worse than a few comatose patients gone missing." The Doctor quietly says, as he stuffs his hands into his brown coat pockets. The Earth couldn't be sitting at the edge of the universe's end where it has been moved so far apart from the stars that there's nothing but darkness with only hopes for Utopia. He can't leave his TARDIS was merged with the big haired youngin with a big gob and big ears.

It was too crowded for him and he needed air, he can also use a friend to talk to and he hopes Donna can see him under nothing but the lights from the old air base's buildings and the moon above them. If she can't see him perhaps she can hear him as he begins to whistle Don McLean's 'Vincent'.
[identity profile] alien-nothing.livejournal.com
A promise he has made since he brought Rose into his TARDIS, The Doctor promised the family of those who traveled with him safe. It has been a week since that trial ended, The Doctor feels horrible for having Donna ending up in stasis. This followed with flashbacks of Rose being taken into Pete's World -- he's having a bad case of guilt.
[identity profile] alien-nothing.livejournal.com
A promise he has made since he brought Rose into his TARDIS, The Doctor promised the family of those who traveled with him safe. It has been a week since that trial ended, The Doctor feels horrible for having Donna ending up in stasis. This followed with flashbacks of Rose being taken into Pete's World -- he's having a bad case of guilt.
[identity profile] alien-nothing.livejournal.com
The Doctor had left only to find out he's to find his TARDIS is now being shared with himself. This also includes the companions who came along with them. His TARDIS is a very crowded TARDIS..
[identity profile] alien-nothing.livejournal.com
The Doctor had left only to find out he's to find his TARDIS is now being shared with himself. This also includes the companions who came along with them. His TARDIS is a very crowded TARDIS..
[identity profile] stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com
Once the people have assembled, whether voluntarily, reluctantly, or deposited after a heated chase, the doors of their chamber swing open. Guards run the length of the wide hallway ahead of them, and designs run along the walls that the Time Lords among the group will recognize as security measures, designed to dampen excess energies, jam communications, and prevent electronic or sonic devices from working properly.

Certainly, the hallway is not as open and inviting as it once was, but it is also not so worn down and harsh as it was by the end of the Time War. The expressions of the guards that the group pass by are wary and suspicious, perhaps even tired by the ordeal of the combining universes, but not exhausted and worn like they were after the drawn out battle of the Daleks.

To the survivors of the War, it may almost feel as if they are stepping back into their past before the war. Or perhaps it won't quite feel that way, given those little differences, and to those observant, the lack of recognition for anyone walking down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, the Council chamber spreads out, filled with council members sitting in silent judgment, and at their head, seated prominently above the circle of ground the group will find themselves herded into, sits the Lord President Mosdraston, looking rather unamused with the group.

A member of the council announces the Lord President's title and name, before the man himself speaks.

"The Council of Gallifrey and the Time Lords has observed the damage to the universes linked to this one, and of your actions related to it." The disgust that rolled off of the Lord President's tone might well be physical. "For the willful destruction of six universes and the termination of 700 triacontahenillion lives, this Council has been convened to ensure that the responsible parties for these crimes are duly tried and brought to justice." He paused, perhaps for effect, or perhaps to consider something. "Do the summoned understand the conditions?"

[OOC: Welcome to your first (or not so first, but it might not go the way you remember this time) Time Lord trial. Each of you will be allowed to say your piece to the Council, as for how you were or were not involved in the complete assimilation of six universes, or the initial breaking of this one. The Council will listen, although they may not believe you. The pups will be allowed to ask a few questions themselves, and then there will be a recess which the pups will be allowed to interact (and freely threadjack) during. Afterward there will be single inquiries held for each, run simultaneously.

There may, however, be a surprise or two involved along the way.]

The Gathering
The Recess
The Inquiry
The Judgment
[identity profile] stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com
Once the people have assembled, whether voluntarily, reluctantly, or deposited after a heated chase, the doors of their chamber swing open. Guards run the length of the wide hallway ahead of them, and designs run along the walls that the Time Lords among the group will recognize as security measures, designed to dampen excess energies, jam communications, and prevent electronic or sonic devices from working properly.

Certainly, the hallway is not as open and inviting as it once was, but it is also not so worn down and harsh as it was by the end of the Time War. The expressions of the guards that the group pass by are wary and suspicious, perhaps even tired by the ordeal of the combining universes, but not exhausted and worn like they were after the drawn out battle of the Daleks.

To the survivors of the War, it may almost feel as if they are stepping back into their past before the war. Or perhaps it won't quite feel that way, given those little differences, and to those observant, the lack of recognition for anyone walking down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, the Council chamber spreads out, filled with council members sitting in silent judgment, and at their head, seated prominently above the circle of ground the group will find themselves herded into, sits the Lord President Mosdraston, looking rather unamused with the group.

A member of the council announces the Lord President's title and name, before the man himself speaks.

"The Council of Gallifrey and the Time Lords has observed the damage to the universes linked to this one, and of your actions related to it." The disgust that rolled off of the Lord President's tone might well be physical. "For the willful destruction of six universes and the termination of 700 triacontahenillion lives, this Council has been convened to ensure that the responsible parties for these crimes are duly tried and brought to justice." He paused, perhaps for effect, or perhaps to consider something. "Do the summoned understand the conditions?"

[OOC: Welcome to your first (or not so first, but it might not go the way you remember this time) Time Lord trial. Each of you will be allowed to say your piece to the Council, as for how you were or were not involved in the complete assimilation of six universes, or the initial breaking of this one. The Council will listen, although they may not believe you. The pups will be allowed to ask a few questions themselves, and then there will be a recess which the pups will be allowed to interact (and freely threadjack) during. Afterward there will be single inquiries held for each, run simultaneously.

There may, however, be a surprise or two involved along the way.]

The Gathering
The Recess
The Inquiry
The Judgment
[identity profile] tenthdoc.livejournal.com
The Doctor was asked to help do the greeting of Jack's guests, he's standing there trying to keep his hands from walking over towards a pile of pizza boxes. The Time Lord sways on his feet and he goes to walk towards the ball room doors that the party is going to be held in. "I was really hoping for the beach party." He even had an outfit lined up for that one that wasn't his tuxedo and bow tie.

With the doors open, he's there to lend out a hand and he was kind enough to help transport people to New York. "Well, welcome to Jack's party, if you were expecting a meal for a king...well if you're the King of the Pizza people this is it for you lot." That Lombardo's Pizza is tempting and he's trying to keep his Meta-Crisis from helping himself before everyone arrives.

The band consists of a few random street musicians who were willing to play on demand. "Ah, that's lovely. The sounds of New York City are happening right here!"

OOC: This is a typical social gathering thread. There's no pose order but please be mindful of the other players involved. It will continue so long as people tag to it, make sure to track this one!
[identity profile] tenthdoc.livejournal.com
The Doctor was asked to help do the greeting of Jack's guests, he's standing there trying to keep his hands from walking over towards a pile of pizza boxes. The Time Lord sways on his feet and he goes to walk towards the ball room doors that the party is going to be held in. "I was really hoping for the beach party." He even had an outfit lined up for that one that wasn't his tuxedo and bow tie.

With the doors open, he's there to lend out a hand and he was kind enough to help transport people to New York. "Well, welcome to Jack's party, if you were expecting a meal for a king...well if you're the King of the Pizza people this is it for you lot." That Lombardo's Pizza is tempting and he's trying to keep his Meta-Crisis from helping himself before everyone arrives.

The band consists of a few random street musicians who were willing to play on demand. "Ah, that's lovely. The sounds of New York City are happening right here!"

OOC: This is a typical social gathering thread. There's no pose order but please be mindful of the other players involved. It will continue so long as people tag to it, make sure to track this one!

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