fracturedrp | Welcome to Oodsphere Thanks Giving

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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"I had a jacket like this plate once," The Doctor looked at the plate and he would of offered it over to Rose, but he just hands it right over to Master to eat. "Ah yes, the important message. Let us hope it's not to tell us we're dinner."

He catches sight of something strange, a Dalek of all things with a saucer of tea on it's sucker arm. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA?" It's an odd Dalek with a Union Jack on it's noggin.

The Doctor frowns at the sight of this Dalek. "Talk about Meals on wheels..." He coughs and he looks up at Rose. "Still it's good to see you Rose. I'm feeling a bit impatient myself about the message."

The Doctor watches as more of the little green bugs scatter about his black trainers. He opted to wear his suit and bow tie tonight, and look pleasantly smashing tonight.

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"More than one. I've seen your wardrobe, remember?" She used to spend far too much time in it, as if learning the sorts of clothes he'd kept for himself would let her know him better--and lend her some of his cleverness so she could find a way to bring him back. "Not like that'd be a first, though."

She didn't catch what the Doctor said after the Dalek came into view, though. For all his calm, she still held an unreserved hatred for them. They were, after all, the sole reason she'd ended up the way she was, instead of with her Doctor, and the reason she'd be stuck pretending to be the Doctor for her universe for an unimaginable amount of time.

Her thoughts were focused on how to get rid of it.

"Course, I've got a wardrobe full of everything," The Doctor smiles, he knew Rose was clever enough to not need anything lent to her. He smiles and he slides his hand into his pocket.

He's got no love for the Daleks, they represent everything that he loved dear to be lost. The Doctor looks around to see more Daleks serving tea to people and even cake. "No, no thanks I had a big cup before I came." He nudged Rose and he looked around the room with a big bit of worry on his face.

"I WAS MADE TO TAKE ORDERS! WOULD YOU LIKE A SLICE OF CAKE?" The Dalek drones on and it turns its eyestalk towards a big TARDIS cake.

"This is so wrong," The Doctor mutters to Rose, it's oh so very wrong and he knows it. His hearts sink to his knees, and he goes to move Rose away from their olive servant. "Up to stopping this lot?" The Daleks simply make his skin crawl but he stops for a moment to think. He looks to see some less than savory faces among the crowd now..

The Slitheen and Dalek are a give away, while he knows not all of the skin suit wearing aliens. He'll have to find out what will come of the message and why it is drawing more in than just friends. The familiar look of a Sontoran and the heavy feet of a Cyberscout and two fellow Cybermen.

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Rose wouldn't be so certain. After all, it'd been proven that, had the situation been reversed, everything would have worked out differently. It seemed to her she could have used a bit of help.

If looks could render one to ash, the Daleks would be reduced to component atoms. Unfortunately, she no longer held that ability within her, so she could only glower, and try to calculate how to destroy the most of them as quickly as possible.

"Where's th'Master? Let him at 'em for a bit."

The Doctor's attention draws to the crowd, he's happy to see his Jack go into that navy TARDIS with the misses right now. Then it's back to the very unsavory types.

Sycorax, Pyrovillians, Vespaforms and almost every friend and even enemy has now begun to fill the massive hallway. The Doctor shudders faintly at what's to happen. "I'd hate to have a proper rocket right about now." Let's leave it to him not take the seriousness in or is he. "Blimey parking must be terrible!"

There's another familiar looking woman with a troop of Judoon following her. "Don't know. I think he's claiming the food from that brute over there.." He points towards the Forest of Cheem and the old blue friend of his the Moxx of Ballhoon. "Don't suppose our old friend Boe will return.."

Then he returns his attention to the Dalek waiters who are bringing desert around. "Right. Them. Nothing ever goes right when a Dalek is involved or make that Daleks."

"I thought this was the invitation of friends of yours, not enemies." It was beginning to look uncomfortably more and more like a trap, instead of a festival with a message to share.

She particularly didn't care for the Dalek aspect of that.

"The Face of Boe? Think it might be a bit early for him to show." She frowned at the waiter' Daleks. "So...are we waiting for it to go wrong?"

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