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When: For Gallifrey
Where: Outside the Capitol
Who: Captain Jack Harkness [livejournal.com profile] cjharknesstw/OTA

Jack has had enough of the confines and stares from the Time Lords, with Alisa getting ready to take the trip into the Matrix; he needed time to clear his head. He was worried for her, and not that she couldn't handle herself but out of normal concern. Then there was the troubling feeling, about what was going to happen on Earth. The invasion fleet had him worried, and Jack couldn't just stand there and watch that fleet coast through the darkness of space towards his home world.

He took time to escape towards a red field of grass that finally regrew from the final days of the Time War on this planet. Jack sprawled his coat out under him, and with both David and Jonathan there with him to enjoy the alien playground. Gallifrey was indeed the gem of the universe, the silvery leaves of the trees that surrounded the lake of Wild Endeavors, the laughter of his sons as they rolled around in the grass without a care in the world. Things here were safe, but Jack could not take his mind off of Earth.

To try to calm his nerves, Jack brought his journal with him. The old journal had many written entries, and some sketches of people, places, and things that Jack has seen in his recent travels. This one held the events of the birth of his two daughters, the Miracle, life in California, Alisa, those who came and went due to the Rift, and the little side trips The Doctor took him on. Jack took the pen in his hand, and he began to sketch out the fabled dome of the Time Lord Capitol.

SWS: Jack is sketching something in his journal.
[identity profile] technicolorcan.livejournal.com
The Doctor is sulking, as he watches the fleet of unknown aliens begin their descent on to the Earth. "I hate fixed points in history."
[identity profile] tenthdoc.livejournal.com
The Doctor is not happy that he was summoned to Gallifrey, and he thinks back to the other unscheduled trips home.
[identity profile] enigmassweet.livejournal.com
Alisa had finally reunited herself with Jack and family, she has taken time to explore the insides of the Capitol. She is still worried about those left behind on Earth, but she tries to find some comfort in seeing one of the oldest places in the universe.
[identity profile] heavyironmetal.livejournal.com
Tony has discovered himself on Gallifrey, after he opened a bottle from off his bar. He sits there with the tumbler in his hand, and a look on his face that resembles a kid at Christmas. "Did I just die? Because if I did, I just went to heaven."

A Summoning

Oct. 7th, 2012 01:16 am
[identity profile] whitehairedlord.livejournal.com
When: For Gallifrey Plot
Who: Borusa [livejournal.com profile] whitehairedlord/OTA!
Where: The Paniopticon on Gallifrey

Who: Borusa was left to run things once again by The Doctor, he did not want the task that the fly by night President gave him; still he did the job without question. The Time Lord knew work here was not done by a long shot, and that Earth was about to be plunged further into the Dark Ages.

He had to act, and he stood in the room with the banned Time Scoop that was repaired by some scientists recently. He took a deep breath in, and he began to summon those who would be responsible for helping defend Earth and Gallifrey. They would find themselves inside of the entrance, no matter where they stood. The numerous figures clouded the time scoop, and the machine was working on over time. Borusa was hoping it would not overload itself, but by the time the last figure is on there he just held his breath in hoping it would hold.

The Acting Lord President turned to head out from the room in the Council Room to be there to greet the others. He really does hope that he didn't summon the humans, while they were being naughty. Either way he stood there, and he held his hands together. "Greetings, and I am sorry that I interrupted anyone."

*OOC: This is the kick off for that long awaited summoning to Gallifrey. We'll be here for a good bit, for serious, exploring, and plenty of fluffy stuff. Like any plot, feel free to make your own posts in the comm or even a couple on sws.*
[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

The Call

Mar. 16th, 2011 09:28 pm
[identity profile] stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com
As the 'day' of the appointment arrives, relative to the council on Gallifrey's time, the Time Lords make good on the unspoken threats in their invitations. Those who do not arrive are hunted, tracked through the universe by the very machines they flee in.

Ripples and disturbances in time, abominations and paradoxes, fixed points and impossibilities, these are the easiest to find and to track, but the truly clever and resourceful--and sometimes the lucky--might just avoid the sweeping hands of Gallifrey and its hounds.

Yet, those with metacrises born of this December's crisis will find the further they try to run away from Gallifrey, the more difficult it becomes. As if the rift itself is acting up, every step in the wrong direction brings increasing agony upon the metacrises, and even upon their counterparts the strain is that of walking further than their mental leashes allow.

You may run, but how long can you hide from the call of the Time Lords?

[OoC: The time has come to face the music. Another post will be made for the actual Council meeting, but threading out attempted or successful escapes, captures, or even willing arrivals will be made here. Thread-jumping will be allowed only within reason, considering the differing time and space between the threads.

Remember: If you didn't participate in All Hands plot and land yourself with a metacrisis, you can choose to escape with some cleverness on the part of your character. If you do have a metacrisis, however, capture and arriving on Gallifrey is inevitable.]

The Call

Mar. 16th, 2011 09:28 pm
[identity profile] stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com
As the 'day' of the appointment arrives, relative to the council on Gallifrey's time, the Time Lords make good on the unspoken threats in their invitations. Those who do not arrive are hunted, tracked through the universe by the very machines they flee in.

Ripples and disturbances in time, abominations and paradoxes, fixed points and impossibilities, these are the easiest to find and to track, but the truly clever and resourceful--and sometimes the lucky--might just avoid the sweeping hands of Gallifrey and its hounds.

Yet, those with metacrises born of this December's crisis will find the further they try to run away from Gallifrey, the more difficult it becomes. As if the rift itself is acting up, every step in the wrong direction brings increasing agony upon the metacrises, and even upon their counterparts the strain is that of walking further than their mental leashes allow.

You may run, but how long can you hide from the call of the Time Lords?

[OoC: The time has come to face the music. Another post will be made for the actual Council meeting, but threading out attempted or successful escapes, captures, or even willing arrivals will be made here. Thread-jumping will be allowed only within reason, considering the differing time and space between the threads.

Remember: If you didn't participate in All Hands plot and land yourself with a metacrisis, you can choose to escape with some cleverness on the part of your character. If you do have a metacrisis, however, capture and arriving on Gallifrey is inevitable.]

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