[identity profile] stetsons-r-cool.livejournal.com
When: Master's Wardrobe Plot
Who: The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] stetsons_r_cool/OTA
Where: The TARDIS - The Los Angeles HUB

What:

The Doctor wasn't going to call all of his hard work on that country manor a bust. There was a lot of activity in the HUB and The Doctor could see this. He's also unaware that his younger self had crossed his time stream and that will make for an interesting discovery when he returns to the TARDIS.

Still he wanders the halls of the HUB and he goes to head into the main offices. He goes to grab a chair and he flops himself down. "You lot work too hard! There's not a soul that's scratching at the doors to get out for a little adventure? I'm not talking about a slobbery reanimated dinosaur or a weevil. And, really heaven and hell? That's taking up too much time!" He leans forward to go through someone's paperwork and he ruffles through it. It's boring and he tosses it over his shoulder only to watch it go all over the place. "I've always wanted to do that."
[identity profile] stetsons-r-cool.livejournal.com
When: Master's Wardrobe Plot
Who: The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] stetsons_r_cool/OTA
Where: The TARDIS - The Los Angeles HUB

What:

The Doctor wasn't going to call all of his hard work on that country manor a bust. There was a lot of activity in the HUB and The Doctor could see this. He's also unaware that his younger self had crossed his time stream and that will make for an interesting discovery when he returns to the TARDIS.

Still he wanders the halls of the HUB and he goes to head into the main offices. He goes to grab a chair and he flops himself down. "You lot work too hard! There's not a soul that's scratching at the doors to get out for a little adventure? I'm not talking about a slobbery reanimated dinosaur or a weevil. And, really heaven and hell? That's taking up too much time!" He leans forward to go through someone's paperwork and he ruffles through it. It's boring and he tosses it over his shoulder only to watch it go all over the place. "I've always wanted to do that."
[identity profile] fractured-npc.livejournal.com
When: During this thread. / Moving Day Plot (Before the Forgotten Stars)
Where: Leadworth Hospice
Who: Captain Jack Harkness [livejournal.com profile] cjharknesstw , Andrew [livejournal.com profile] bluesuit_handy , The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] stetsons_r_cool ,  Romana [livejournal.com profile] 2ndromana, Master [livejournal.com profile] traken_master ,  The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] bananasgood

What:

A message comes across the globe on every form of electronic medium.


"Attention Prisoner Zero the human residence is surrounded"

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. You have twenty minutes to surrender Prisoner Zero."


The message will continue to repeat itself and those who arrive via TARDIS will find themselves inside of the dark Leadworth hospice near Jack's TARDIS.


(OOC: This will be a group thread. A pose order will be established first. Jack, Andrew, The Doctor..
People can come arrive by either their own TARDIS, Vortex Manipulator or hitched a ride inside of Jack's.)






[identity profile] fractured-npc.livejournal.com
When: During this thread. / Moving Day Plot (Before the Forgotten Stars)
Where: Leadworth Hospice
Who: Captain Jack Harkness [livejournal.com profile] cjharknesstw , Andrew [livejournal.com profile] bluesuit_handy , The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] stetsons_r_cool ,  Romana [livejournal.com profile] 2ndromana, Master [livejournal.com profile] traken_master ,  The Doctor [livejournal.com profile] bananasgood

What:

A message comes across the globe on every form of electronic medium.


"Attention Prisoner Zero the human residence is surrounded"

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. You have twenty minutes to surrender Prisoner Zero."


The message will continue to repeat itself and those who arrive via TARDIS will find themselves inside of the dark Leadworth hospice near Jack's TARDIS.


(OOC: This will be a group thread. A pose order will be established first. Jack, Andrew, The Doctor..
People can come arrive by either their own TARDIS, Vortex Manipulator or hitched a ride inside of Jack's.)






bluesuit_handy: (_animal | capybara | grazing)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
When: During Wild Wild Life, after the problem has been solved and before it wears off
Where: New York
Who: Andrew, Märet, and whoever wants to join
What: Trying to figure out what to do until they turn humanoid again.

Andrew is having a little trouble. He's gone back to where he and the others first transformed into animals and tried to recover at least some of their clothes, but finally admitted defeat when it became clear that he would not be able to do much in the way of manipulating objects with his toes and his rodent mouth - and when he heard one of the nearby humans calling Animal Control. Now he's hiding in the shrubbery, the little blond mouse that is Märet perched on his head. He's fairly sure, at least, that there wasn't anything of particular value in either of their pockets. Now the problem is figuring out where to go. He's guessing the others went back to the HUB, but he lost track of them in all the hullabaloo, and isn't sure he'll be able to operate any of the HUB entrances even if he can make it to one without being captured by well-meaning (or not-so-well-meaning) humans on the way.

Though he doesn't really know where to go, he does start making his way away from the zoo as stealthiy as a capybara can - that is to say, not very stealthily at all. He is, after all, a hundred-pound aquatic rodent at the moment. Along the way, he keeps getting distracted by particularly nice patches of grass, so one may find him grazing in between efforts to hide.
bluesuit_handy: (_animal | capybara | grazing)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
When: During Wild Wild Life, after the problem has been solved and before it wears off
Where: New York
Who: Andrew, Märet, and whoever wants to join
What: Trying to figure out what to do until they turn humanoid again.

Andrew is having a little trouble. He's gone back to where he and the others first transformed into animals and tried to recover at least some of their clothes, but finally admitted defeat when it became clear that he would not be able to do much in the way of manipulating objects with his toes and his rodent mouth - and when he heard one of the nearby humans calling Animal Control. Now he's hiding in the shrubbery, the little blond mouse that is Märet perched on his head. He's fairly sure, at least, that there wasn't anything of particular value in either of their pockets. Now the problem is figuring out where to go. He's guessing the others went back to the HUB, but he lost track of them in all the hullabaloo, and isn't sure he'll be able to operate any of the HUB entrances even if he can make it to one without being captured by well-meaning (or not-so-well-meaning) humans on the way.

Though he doesn't really know where to go, he does start making his way away from the zoo as stealthiy as a capybara can - that is to say, not very stealthily at all. He is, after all, a hundred-pound aquatic rodent at the moment. Along the way, he keeps getting distracted by particularly nice patches of grass, so one may find him grazing in between efforts to hide.
[identity profile] teninajar.livejournal.com
When: After the Removal of the Leash.
Who: James [livejournal.com profile] teninajar/OTA
Where: Central Park - New York City




James is trying to think on handle his freedom. )
bluesuit_handy: (.worried | very concerned)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
Andrew is concerned about Märet. The meta-meta is still being too quiet - he at least doesn't seem depressed or frightened any more, but since the trial it's like he's withdrawn into himself. It feels like a lot of progress has been undone. Where before Andrew was working on getting Märet to say his 'thank yous' (he'd even been thinking about working on 'please' next), now he can't get Märet to talk at all.

This seems like something you'd get a therapist for, but Earth is a little short on therapists who won't think Andrew is completely insane if he fully explains the situation. He's looking for a little advice from friends today.
bluesuit_handy: (.worried | very concerned)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
Andrew is concerned about Märet. The meta-meta is still being too quiet - he at least doesn't seem depressed or frightened any more, but since the trial it's like he's withdrawn into himself. It feels like a lot of progress has been undone. Where before Andrew was working on getting Märet to say his 'thank yous' (he'd even been thinking about working on 'please' next), now he can't get Märet to talk at all.

This seems like something you'd get a therapist for, but Earth is a little short on therapists who won't think Andrew is completely insane if he fully explains the situation. He's looking for a little advice from friends today.
[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.]
bluesuit_handy: (Default)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
Andrew got the message from the Time Lords - he got it loud and clear when he was awakened by the agonized screaming of the Meta-Meta. Even when the noise of the rift had passed after a few minutes, the pain and fear had continued to reverberate through the psychic link between them. The Meta-Meta had remained hysterical about it for nearly half an hour afterward, and even now he looked shaken.

It was hard to say whether the Gallifreyan voices both of them could now hear in their heads had been the cause or the result of the rift activity. It was unnerving, and the direct mental message to the pair of them, demanding that they find a way to transport themselves to Gallifrey, left both Andrew and the meta-meta frightened over the Time Lords' intentions. Now, though, he's starting to get angry.

[OOC: Can tag here or there.]
bluesuit_handy: (Default)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
Andrew got the message from the Time Lords - he got it loud and clear when he was awakened by the agonized screaming of the Meta-Meta. Even when the noise of the rift had passed after a few minutes, the pain and fear had continued to reverberate through the psychic link between them. The Meta-Meta had remained hysterical about it for nearly half an hour afterward, and even now he looked shaken.

It was hard to say whether the Gallifreyan voices both of them could now hear in their heads had been the cause or the result of the rift activity. It was unnerving, and the direct mental message to the pair of them, demanding that they find a way to transport themselves to Gallifrey, left both Andrew and the meta-meta frightened over the Time Lords' intentions. Now, though, he's starting to get angry.

[OOC: Can tag here or there.]
bluesuit_handy: (thinking)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
Now that the latest threat to the universe has more or less subsided, Andrew's mind is back on the matter of the meta-meta. He remembers the argument he had with Romana over the meta-meta's lack of a real name, as well as being chastised by an earlier Master for the same reason. The problem, though, is that he's grown so used to calling him "meta-meta" that anything else feels wrong. He's sitting on a bench in the park paging through a book of baby names and muttering to himself. He feels bad about never naming the meta-meta, but when it comes down to it, he's not sure he really wants to. "Meta-meta" could be a name, couldn't it?

The meta-meta, meanwhile, is stalking ducks nearby - Rassilon help him if he actually catches one.
bluesuit_handy: (thinking)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
Now that the latest threat to the universe has more or less subsided, Andrew's mind is back on the matter of the meta-meta. He remembers the argument he had with Romana over the meta-meta's lack of a real name, as well as being chastised by an earlier Master for the same reason. The problem, though, is that he's grown so used to calling him "meta-meta" that anything else feels wrong. He's sitting on a bench in the park paging through a book of baby names and muttering to himself. He feels bad about never naming the meta-meta, but when it comes down to it, he's not sure he really wants to. "Meta-meta" could be a name, couldn't it?

The meta-meta, meanwhile, is stalking ducks nearby - Rassilon help him if he actually catches one.

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