Fractured Rifts RPG

Andrew's got his hands full now that the meta-meta is feeling the effects of the parasite and showing a keen, unprecedented interest in the people around him in his own slightly creepy little way. Of course, Andrew isn't immune to the effects himself....

Neither Handy nor the meta-meta have been sleeping well at all. Handy's started getting echoes of the meta-meta's nightmares through their psychic link, and the meta-meta has become more than a little clingy at bedtime, like a child afraid to go to sleep for fear of bad dreams. Neither of them has had much sleep this week, and they're both looking a bit worse for wear. They're on their way to hopefully find one of the other pairs to consult about the nightmares, since Handy hasn't been able to get a sensible answer out of the meta-meta about the dreams. He stopped to pick up some takeaway for the meta-meta's breakfast on the way, and his blond shadow is preoccupied with his food as of now.

Andy Hand's had a rough night. He and the meta-meta are supposed to be moving into a new flat, but with all the madness surrounding the new meta-crises and the malfunctioning TARDII, he hasn't been able to get the time of day from Torchwood, much less the key to a new place. This morning he woke up to find that the meta-meta had chewed through his lead in the night so he could go rummaging through the fridge again before giving the food in the flat up as insufficient and slipping out the door. Now Handy's trying to recapture his meta-meta-crisis, who is surprisingly good at repeatedly giving him the slip despite only being able to go twenty or thirty feet away from him. He's just gone down a crowded street, and Andrew's doing the best he can to track him down. When they get close, he can feel the meta-meta's stomach ache across the psychic link. Too far, and he starts to get a headache. Right now, he's not feeling either too strongly, so the meta-meta has to be somewhere near the edge of the mental leash without hitting the end of it at the moment.

[OOC: Can play here or there; unless you specify which of them your pup has encountered I will assume that they're talking to whichever one whose name the post you're replying to is under.]

Handy has finally gotten the meta-meta into some clothes that fit him, and given in to the advice of a few people who have been of the opinion that the new meta-meta-crisis should be leashed, though at least for now he's using a modified strap he locked onto the meta-meta's wrist rather than a collar.


[OOC: Can play either here or there.]

Okay, so the giant explosion he saw out the window? Can't be good. What's worse, though, is that when Handy hops up from his chair to grab his sonic screwdriver and scan the air, he suddenly realizes that he's not alone in there. Not. At. All.

The hand had arrived in its own bubbly little jar a few days prior, after he'd run into Ianto and heard about the Ood party everyone except him seemed to have been invited to. Not that he'd really minded, because hand giveaways? Not his thing. Made him feel sort of nervous and icky, really, given that he'd been a hand in a jar himself not too long ago. He'd meant to give it to the Doctor everyone else had palmed their hands off onto, but hadn't got around to it yet, and the jar had been sitting quietly enough in the corner of his room since its arrival, more or less forgotten once he'd been distracted by some other project.

Now he's striding purposefully down the street, a bemused and distracted-looking (but thankfully no longer naked, though Handy's clothing fits him very poorly) blond Master in tow. Handy keeps a firm grip on the new meta-crisis's arm as they go, leading him along like a child (which, in a way, he is). The plan is to find the Doctor or Rose and demand to know if they know anything about this, and possibly to try to get them to take this new Master so Handy won't have to deal with him. Thus far, the meta-crisis's meta-crisis hasn't kicked up too much of a fuss, if only because he's more than a little bit surprised to suddenly exist (the fact that his brain is made up of three people and a double meta-crisis and hasn't quite caught up with itself yet doesn't help, either).