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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[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.