Welcome to Oodsphere Thanks Giving

[oodprophet.livejournal.com]

The Oodsphere was once a place used by humans to sell Ood into slavery, this is no more with Ood and the Friends of the Ood working side by side. There is a great banquet hall with a great feast of human food favorites from hams, yams, turkey and with all of the trimmings the staff has picked up on the American holiday as a day to give thanks.

There standing amongst it all is Ood Sigma with his hands held wide open. "I welcome all of you to give thanks to the Children of Time and most importantly The Doctor. I will welcome all of you later to come listen to a most important message about the future of the universe."



OOC: This is a two part plot, the feast will take part tonight and on to till tomorrow once everyone's home and plump for the American side of things. The message and the kick off for the next few plots will happen Friday night. There's no pose order so simply treat this like the Halloween Party thread. The message thread will have it's own separate thread so don't worry about things there. The plot is Fractured only so no open invites on sws please.

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[pcgcooper.livejournal.com]

Gwen backs away from the table, she's going to guess everything now belongs to this one nutter. "Alright. I'll get something from the kitchen." She'll poke around at The Doctor or Jack's TARDIS for a quick bite to eat.

Her plate's empty. She's a newbie to this part. "I know aliens are real you fucking lunatic." Cooper's eyes fall on the offered hand from The Master, her head is killing her from a battle with Jack's driving in the console room at least the bed room was better.

Gwen recalls this face. She had this face long ago and she scrunches her face up a bit. "Master. You look like him." She refers to Saxon, the man that came into office the year Jack vanished. "Torchwood Agent Gween Cooper." She finally takes the hand, it's all part of her job to be the Torchwood Mum so to speak. The bleeding heart. "Interesting name you've got there."

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Sigh, eyeroll. "You look like you've never been off-world, that's all.

"Probably because I am 'him', if by 'him' you mean PM Harold Saxon. Yes, I'm an alien, yes I was trying to take over the world, yes I'm not exactly mentally stable. But I'm well enough that I'm allowed to come here without a leash, okay? And I haven't even bitten anyone!"