fracturedrp | The Call

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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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.

Edited 2011-03-17 07:17 (UTC)

[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.]

[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?

Edited 2011-03-18 03:10 (UTC)

[Their escorts don't seem particularly inclined to answer them, but the nearest stops after a few moments and turns to respond.]

We are aware what he is capable of. [Since another one of him managed to kill one of the people dispatched to bring him in]

What he's capable of...? I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever you've done, it's unnecessary.

[The bulk of his attention, though, is on the Meta-Meta. He shakes the other man a little, trying to draw him back out into the world, even resorting to snapping his fingers in the blond's face. At that, the Meta-Meta at least turns his eyes to look at Andrew, though it's clear he's retreated into the back of his own mind at this point, whether from the emotional upset he's experienced or as a side effect of the energy dampers.]

The manipulation of his life energy. There will be no violence.

Wh- But he can't! You've put an energy damper on a normal - on a....

[He trails off, unable to say what kind of a thing the Meta-Meta is a normal example of. A meta-meta, presumably. Anyway, the Meta-Meta did not inherit those powers - only a heightened metabolism.]

It's no wonder he's practically catatonic if you've damped his life energy.

[They appear very unconvinced, but then again they might be unconvinced that he's not dangerous or they might be simply unconvinced he's in any form or fashion 'normal'.]

His situation will be reviewed.

[Andrew makes a disgusted sound at that.] Of course. Because you couldn't possibly see with your own eyes that he's harmless.

[They don't seem particularly concerned by your disgust.] Readings have been taken and will be reviewed.

[Andrew's not sure if the meta-meta's unresponsiveness is really due to the energy damping, but it can't be helping. He takes the blond by the hand and is relieved to find that he can lead him along without meeting too much resistance.]

Better review fast. [But that's him being a fussy parent, trying to figure out what he can do to bring the meta-meta back to the present.]

[If there were ever a question of whether they were listening to his concerns, it should be obvious now that they hold no regard for whether he is happy or not with the situation they have placed he and the meta-meta in, as they don't bother to respond. They only walk out of the room on to whatever their next assignments are.]

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long response is long.

But fitting!

Re: But fitting!

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Think I may thread-jump down the page in a tag or two....

Perfectly acceptable.

:)

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away I go ~ can also tag moar here

Lovely~

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