The Call

[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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[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

Rose was ready to face the Time Lords she had no problem being looked down upon by them as some abomination in fact she was half tempted to make a remark at there incompetence. Either way she was ready and set course for Gallifrey.

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

[Her arrival is answered immediately by Time Locks and a chronon loop, sapping the TARDIS of her power and deactivating her mobility circuits. Rose herself might feel a headache as a result of whatever they've done to dampen--if not completely sever--her own connection to the Vortex. The part of her personality affected by the Bad Wolf entity remains, but the abilities are, for now, securely locked away.]

I must say, very brilliant choice in PB. This is just epic win! :D

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

The moment she lost the means to escape and protect herself, Rose was pissed off How dare they do that, no one had the right to mess with her. "Oi! You bloody ponces I better get what's rightfully mine or I'll you lot regretting it!" Probably not the best thing to say, but then again her temper could get the best of her.

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

[In the end, despite her best efforts and wishes, the reaction of the metacrisis to her attempted escape made it impossible to flee. Even if she tried, the TARDISes hunting them would have caught up sooner or later as soon as she slipped up or succumbed to the strain of the escape...and then she would be brought on their terms.

At least this way it was her own. The metacrisis at her side reached up to squeeze her shoulder as the materialization sequence finished.

Maybe they really would be out for everyone's best intentions?]

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

[As the TARDIS lands, the locks and the dampeners immediately initiate, preventing any practical opportunity for escape until the Time Lords have finished their audience, draining the ambient light in the ship to near-darkness.]

long response is long.

[bluesuit_handy]

In the end, Andrew decided that their chances were better if he and the Meta-Meta stayed as far away from all the Jack Harknesses in this universe as they could. That wasn't to mention the issue of being on board a TARDIS, which could be a boon but also a curse should the Time Lords manage to take control of the ship or even simply use its unique time signature to track them.

Of course, that didn't leave them many options. Between the time they received the summons and now, Andrew, with the help of the Meta-Meta, designed and built as many bio-, psych-, and time-damping devices and perception filters as they could think of. Then they fled - not across the stars, but across the face of the Earth, both wrapped in as many layers of temporal, biological, and psychic disguises as were humanly (and inhumanly) possible to create in the brief time they'd had.

The Meta-Meta had begun to feel the pain on the train to Minsk. Whether or not the direction of their running had anything to do with the agony the blond went through was questionable, as remaining on the same planet meant that any move they made was minuscule in terms of their overall distance from Gallifrey. Nevertheless, his crying and keening drew the unwanted attention of the humans around them, and Andrew was forced to halt their journey and hole up in Belarus, far short of the distance he'd intended them to cover.

A part of Andrew had really hoped that their efforts would be enough to keep them hidden until the danger had passed. On their second morning among the Belarusians, however, a Time Lord capsule had materialized practically on top of them. The Meta-Meta was in no condition to resist by that point, or he might have fought the Time Lords sent to collect them. Andrew, for his part, went along quietly simply because that seemed to be their best option for survival once they'd been found.

But fitting!

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

[Their escorts wasted no time in prodding them along to a stasis prison to prevent any attempt of escape before they arrived on Gallifrey. Despite their sour disposition and their apparent disgust at the two metacrises, however, there is nothing overtly hostile about their mannerisms or attitudes.

Indeed, once they arrive on the planet, the two are released from their cells and from the capsule without fuss or comment. The only lingering sign that things may not go well for the pair may be the headache the meta-meta might feel from whatever energy dampening precautions they've fixed on him.]

Re: But fitting!

[bluesuit_handy]

[At least the Meta-Meta stopped crying so piteously by the time they got there, though Andrew had had to coax him into going into the stasis prison. That he had resisted at first, but when it became clear that they weren't going to take 'no' for an answer even on that one seemingly little matter, he'd cooperated again to prevent the Meta-Meta from being hurt by their efforts to force him into the cell.

Andrew stands outside the capsule, hands on the Meta-Meta's shoulders as he scrutinizes the other man's face, trying to figure out what's wrong with him now. The Meta-Meta's gone quiet and unresponsive now in response to the pain of the last few days and the impersonal treatment. Andrew can feel something through their psychic link that just doesn't feel right or good, but he's not sure what it is.]

You've done something to him. What did you do?

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

*It's quite probable that a Time Lord life or two is lost bringing in the Master. It's not an attempt to flee, really, just his way of showing displeasure. He is currently sitting on the floor of a Gallifreyian TARDIS, looking pissed off and chewing on what used to be a copilots. The other pilots are keeping well away from him, looking shocked and wary.

*He grins at them.* Don't worry, I won't be any trouble. The point has been made well enough already.

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

[Despite his assurances, the remaining pilots of the TARDIS still appear wary enough that they don't hesitate to erect a few fields around the ghostly Master to prevent his lunging out and killing the rest of them before they can get him where they want.

Even when they do arrive, they don't seem all that interested in allowing him to roam free while they wait for the rest of the attendees to arrive.]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

*Smart lads. The Master's mood can be, ah, changable.

*He'll stay where they put him for now, though.*

So, what are your names? You know who I am, after all, so it's only fair that I know you.

[iwasforgiven]

Jack had tried to use his TARDIS to make an effort to run but he risked putting those inside in jeopardy. Eventually, Jack's TARDIS would be rerouted a violent and bumpy rerouting until he finds his TARDIS materializing somewhere one fixed point in time doesn't want to be.

He remains there as the TARDIS comes to a stop and his head hung low. He casts a glance to the group of friends that are there with him. This could be the end of Jack Harkness for all he knows, the real end just as life looked up for him.

Jack lingers there and he glances at Owen, Ianto, Alisa and the four metacrisis that are there. He was left without Andrew but he understood the metacrisis' reasons for not staying. He eventually looks back to those who were called along and he opens the TARDIS doors. "Come on.." Jack's order is spoken in a soft voice. The immortal Captain Jack who has a reputation of fearlessness is scared right now. He goes to lead his three close friends outside of the TARDIS and to face the unknown with their metacrisis following behind them.

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

[Upon landing, the occupants of the TARDIS will notice the locks and chronon loops placed upon it, if only due to its powering down. There is, however, no other sort of welcome to greet them.]

[iwasforgiven]

There's a burning glare from The Captain as he stands outside of the young TARDIS. He left the two sons of his back on Earth with this simply being too dangerous.

There are other occupants on that TARDIS that get a reaction from him. "There's others who are not involved in there!" The immortal barked but he knows that his very presence is painful to the Time Lords and he begins motions for the small group that's with him to follow.

They came unarmed there was no point in risking the lives of everyone. It could be Jack's bit of compliance with the call to this meeting. In Ianto's hand is a book that he gathered from The Doctor's TARDIS that is about the old stuffy Time Lords if what happened on Earth is any idea the Welshman knows they're in for a lot of trouble.

[tenthdoc.livejournal.com]

The only one to arrive at the coordinates without being chased or rerouted is one Doctor and his metacrisis. The TARDIS materializing on an empty spot and The Doctor seems intent on confronting the Time Lords who sent him that message, the bout of pain that his tweed loving and bow tie wearing metacrisis who's last bout of pain made the Time Lord furious.

The doors of the TARDIS are flung open and in all of his arrogance and pride, a white converse clad foot stepped out along with it's owner. The Doctor's brow is creased and he goes to stand before whoever it is who brought him there. If he were the man he would consider answering with his fists firsts, but he's not that kind of man.

He knows where they are -- Gallifrey -- his beloved home. He spoke fond memories of her but he did not part on the greatest of terms. He stands there for a moment with a fury in his eyes and he then goes to address the Time Lords. "I demand an explanation as to why and as to who brought us here!"

[handy-sparehand.livejournal.com]

It's not fair to say 'the only one', because that would be disregarding his metacrisis. His first, regularly born, half-Donna Metacrisis, who'd fully intended on answering the call. He'd just needed to hitch a ride along with the Doctor to get there.

While the Doctor was all rage and righteousness, the Metacrisis Doctor lingered behind with a quiet anger, minding the other two metacrises on the ship.

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

The Time Lords, for their part, are nowhere to be seen. The only indication that they are aware of the newest TARDIS' arrival is the precautions and locks placed upon it to prevent its leaving.

[a_time_slip]

The entire situation confused Janie, who still had it in her head that she needed to go swimming. There was a show of sorts wrapped up inside of her, hidden through layers and layers of disguises and lies- where she and her family were all players.

Lynn suggested they go home, to their war torn planet, even though they were exiled, and Janie agreed. All of them loaded onto the boat and began the journey. Except the boat didn't go anywhere. She tried again, only to get the same result.

The layers of whatever they were wrapped in struggled to make sense of things, until Janie tried once more to go. They were relieved when the boat started, then landed somewhere.

It wasn't until she got out of the boat that she realized they were at the Time Lord meeting.

[stuffyoldlord.livejournal.com]

The Time Lords waiting near the far door of the chamber seem to be watching with a mixture of pity and apprehension, but make no move to greet Janie.

[a_time_slip]

"I believe I'm in the wrong place." Janie's phrase was almost a question that she didn't need to ask. "please let me leave."

[traken-master.livejournal.com]

The Master had determined to obey the summons, for his own reasons. He was curious, to be honest. He'd answered summons to Gallifrey before, but he couldn't recall such an en masse summons before. The Master expected to be confronted with both opportunities and dangers. He thought he was prepared for both.

He arrived at Gallifrey at almost the exact minute that the summons had required. The Master landed his TARDIS, wondering if any others would try to escape and if they would succeed.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Master?" Andrew spots the Master from where he and the Meta-Meta have been herded by their escort. Or where Andrew's been herded, rather, and pulled the Meta-Meta as gently along as he could. The blond has become almost entirely unresponsive after the ordeal of their flight and capture and the energy-damping field the Time Lords put on him.

Andrew frowns, stopping a short distance away. "You too?" he asks.

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

For a long time, Koschei had stubbornly resolved not to go, but as the moment drew nearer, his suspicions grew. Not to mention that he neither wanted others to be in possession of more information than he when all was said and done, or to be accused of not having been there if he could have done something. He had already run away from the Time Lords once before, and the moment his metacrisis had felt the agony of going in the wrong direction, he had given up trying to run.

His expression on coming out of his TARDIS was stony, underneath which was a seething mess of drums and anger and his metacrisis wasn't much different. The guitar had, however, been left inside, replaced with a varied assortment of lethal gadgets to replace the laser screwdriver that Koschei still had.

[time-lady-katy.livejournal.com]

Katherine had stowed away in Koschei's TARDIS. It was odd in the extreme to be experiencing these events for the second time over, but at least this time she wasn't seven years old and scared witless. She was still rather shaky, however, following after her father's alternate and his duplicate a short way behind them, with nothing on her that was out of the ordinary other than the Vortex Manipulator, still on her wrist.

Chris looked behind him at one point, raising an eyebrow at her, but nothing else.

[onlytheblue.livejournal.com]

It had never been a question of whether he would answer the call. Yes, things had gone badly in the War, and he would be horrified to think that the Gallifrey that eventually fell would suddenly arrive...and even before then Summons rarely bore good news...but it was his responsibility to see whether the Time Lords of this parallel universe walked the same or similar path to most, and to find answers about why they would be orchestrating a mass summons.

Well, the second was less of an obligation and more curiosity. It just wasn't something that they usually did. Of course, when the time came, he dropped off his two--with much complaints from them--somewhere safe, first. He might be endangering himself, but he would only endanger himself.

Well.

Himself and the very, very stubborn Rose that demanded she come along with him. Only because he had a strong feeling she would stowaway and get herself hurt worse if he didn't comply.

And yet, for all his apprehension, stepping foot once more on this old planet, this home he'd left so very, very long ago...

Oh, it was something else.