Fractured Rifts RPG

Once the people have assembled, whether voluntarily, reluctantly, or deposited after a heated chase, the doors of their chamber swing open. Guards run the length of the wide hallway ahead of them, and designs run along the walls that the Time Lords among the group will recognize as security measures, designed to dampen excess energies, jam communications, and prevent electronic or sonic devices from working properly.

Certainly, the hallway is not as open and inviting as it once was, but it is also not so worn down and harsh as it was by the end of the Time War. The expressions of the guards that the group pass by are wary and suspicious, perhaps even tired by the ordeal of the combining universes, but not exhausted and worn like they were after the drawn out battle of the Daleks.

To the survivors of the War, it may almost feel as if they are stepping back into their past before the war. Or perhaps it won't quite feel that way, given those little differences, and to those observant, the lack of recognition for anyone walking down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, the Council chamber spreads out, filled with council members sitting in silent judgment, and at their head, seated prominently above the circle of ground the group will find themselves herded into, sits the Lord President Mosdraston, looking rather unamused with the group.

A member of the council announces the Lord President's title and name, before the man himself speaks.

"The Council of Gallifrey and the Time Lords has observed the damage to the universes linked to this one, and of your actions related to it." The disgust that rolled off of the Lord President's tone might well be physical. "For the willful destruction of six universes and the termination of 700 triacontahenillion lives, this Council has been convened to ensure that the responsible parties for these crimes are duly tried and brought to justice." He paused, perhaps for effect, or perhaps to consider something. "Do the summoned understand the conditions?"

[OOC: Welcome to your first (or not so first, but it might not go the way you remember this time) Time Lord trial. Each of you will be allowed to say your piece to the Council, as for how you were or were not involved in the complete assimilation of six universes, or the initial breaking of this one. The Council will listen, although they may not believe you. The pups will be allowed to ask a few questions themselves, and then there will be a recess which the pups will be allowed to interact (and freely threadjack) during. Afterward there will be single inquiries held for each, run simultaneously.

There may, however, be a surprise or two involved along the way.]

The Gathering
The Recess
The Inquiry
The Judgment

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.]