[identity profile] technicolorcan.livejournal.com
When: Into the Matrix Plot
Who: The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] technicolorcan, The Master [livejournal.com profile] traken_master, Alisa Harkness [livejournal.com profile] enigmassweet/OTA
Where: The Archive Room - Gallifrey

The Doctor finished talking with people, and he lead The Master to one very familiar room with a look on his face. "I do hope you're not going to get any ideas!" He taunted, but of course this is not the time nor the place to do this. "We should be quick, I don't like leaving Earth alone to deal with that situation anymore than anyone else."

He hates this, he really does but if Gallifrey falls it could mean some horrible weapons could end up in the wrong hands. "There's only one other person that knows this old system better than us, and that would be Rassilon himself. And, from what I've learned some fools had let him free during a war with the Daleks."

The Doctor goes to step into the room that has a number of beds, along with some very old familiar faces. "They're not exactly happy to see you either."
[identity profile] dalek-bob.livejournal.com
The Emperor was going to make good on his promise, he was going to attempt to turn Earth into the first of many Skaros. The HUB and TARDIS sensors have went completely wild, as something massive is brewing in space. The Crucible has come into view from it's hiding place behind the moon, its bristling with weapons and the Daleks have begun to pull back.

This is the end of days, and the heroes don't have much more time to act. The Earth's time was to end with a bang in the year five billion, with the expansion of the sun, but still time is always in flux and Earth could still go terminal along with the human race.

(OOC: Feel free to do what you will with the ending of the invasion guys. If there's a pose order, post it. I'll roll with whatever. This will also kick off our trek to Gallifrey, and everything now on SWS -- on Earth is well normal old rp.

There's three plans in play, Theta's shoe box, Auggie, and Traken's improved TCE. The goal is to help keep Auggie safe, so he can do his thing. Expect the Daleks to make a go for him.)
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[personal profile] tinytantrum
Jed had just about had it with being the Master's guinea pig. That had been true even before they'd got down to the business of the Master using him as a guinea pig, but now he was really ready to be done. It was less a matter of feelings, though, than opportunity.

Today was, after all, the day when he'd finally finished filing through one of the bars of the birdcage. The Master had seemed sort of preoccupied a lot of the time, and Jed just hoped he wasn't going to come check up on him or want to do another experiment too soon.

With the bar disconnected, it didn't take him too long to bend it inward far enough that he could squeeze out of the cage. Before running away, he conscientiously bent it back to its original position - if he got caught and put back inside, he didn't want the Master knowing how he'd got out. That done, he slipped away and began his quest to reach the outside, leaving the empty cage behind.
tinytantrum: (excitable | snow mission)
[personal profile] tinytantrum
Jed had just about had it with being the Master's guinea pig. That had been true even before they'd got down to the business of the Master using him as a guinea pig, but now he was really ready to be done. It was less a matter of feelings, though, than opportunity.

Today was, after all, the day when he'd finally finished filing through one of the bars of the birdcage. The Master had seemed sort of preoccupied a lot of the time, and Jed just hoped he wasn't going to come check up on him or want to do another experiment too soon.

With the bar disconnected, it didn't take him too long to bend it inward far enough that he could squeeze out of the cage. Before running away, he conscientiously bent it back to its original position - if he got caught and put back inside, he didn't want the Master knowing how he'd got out. That done, he slipped away and began his quest to reach the outside, leaving the empty cage behind.
[identity profile] traken-master.livejournal.com
Who: OTA
What: A newspaper article in The Washington Post
When: A few days after Wild Wild Life plot
Where: National circulation

Article under cut )
[identity profile] traken-master.livejournal.com
Who: OTA
What: A newspaper article in The Washington Post
When: A few days after Wild Wild Life plot
Where: National circulation

Article under cut )
[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.]
[identity profile] traken-master.livejournal.com
After leaving Andrew in London, the Master had decided to try and break into UNIT headquarters and see if they had information. Even the Master couldn't look forward to seeing his destroyed world with equanimity, so he had wanted to be prepared. He had not been hoping to find proof that Andrew was wrong or so he told himself.

The summons by the Time Lords, during his investigations, was both a relief and an irritation. He had no desire at all to actually interact with his home world and his fellow Time Lords! Summons to Gallifrey never went well, in his opinion. The last time he answered such a summons, he ended up in the Death Zone, trying to assist the Doctor. He still burned with resentment over his help being summarily rejected. This summons by the Time Lords was unlikely to be any better.

Time Lords rarely did anything of note and only with very strong reasons. His people, he was proud to say, actually, were expert manipulators and schemers. They were not to be trusted. The Master was not foolish enough to believe otherwise. He would go, but for his own reasons. After all, the High Council had made foolish mistakes in the past. They might make one the Master could take advantage of!

(ooc: Tag here or a sws)
[identity profile] traken-master.livejournal.com
After leaving Andrew in London, the Master had decided to try and break into UNIT headquarters and see if they had information. Even the Master couldn't look forward to seeing his destroyed world with equanimity, so he had wanted to be prepared. He had not been hoping to find proof that Andrew was wrong or so he told himself.

The summons by the Time Lords, during his investigations, was both a relief and an irritation. He had no desire at all to actually interact with his home world and his fellow Time Lords! Summons to Gallifrey never went well, in his opinion. The last time he answered such a summons, he ended up in the Death Zone, trying to assist the Doctor. He still burned with resentment over his help being summarily rejected. This summons by the Time Lords was unlikely to be any better.

Time Lords rarely did anything of note and only with very strong reasons. His people, he was proud to say, actually, were expert manipulators and schemers. They were not to be trusted. The Master was not foolish enough to believe otherwise. He would go, but for his own reasons. After all, the High Council had made foolish mistakes in the past. They might make one the Master could take advantage of!

(ooc: Tag here or a sws)
[identity profile] traken-master.livejournal.com
The Master checked the readings on the control console of his TARDIS. He scowled. Three Dalek ships were attempting to cut him off. Escaping from the misbegotten lab accidents had become more difficult, since they learned how to time travel. Their methods, as usual, were crude, but highly effective. Fortunately, the Master congratulated himself on being even more effective!

Evasion )
[identity profile] traken-master.livejournal.com
The Master checked the readings on the control console of his TARDIS. He scowled. Three Dalek ships were attempting to cut him off. Escaping from the misbegotten lab accidents had become more difficult, since they learned how to time travel. Their methods, as usual, were crude, but highly effective. Fortunately, the Master congratulated himself on being even more effective!

Evasion )

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