Knowhere IC

Theory: if someone was transformed into, well, a physical projection of data which could be transferred into a computer network, it's possible that their brainwaves could be permanently converted into digital form.

Completely and utterly ridiculous, but possible. Apparently.

[Private to Metacrisis Doctor]

Seeing as you are once again laid up with one-heart-itis, I think now would be a good time for the Professor to come back from his sabbatical. Were you sincere in your offer to send someone in the TARDIS after the old man?

Not that I mind the cozy fit down in the barracks, but my uninformed guess is that these beds might not be made for Belters. Does anyone else find that they run on the smaller side for them?

I have made... a lot of fruity breads, all in the mess kitchen. Banana, blueberry, apple cinnamon, etc. I need more supplies for fruity breads and also maybe an intervention.

Taking requests for next baking project.

Anything to distract me.

So all the weirdness has definitely stopped, then? And we're sure about that?

Aaaaaaaaaand back to one heart. I'll just ... take myself back to medical, I suppose.

The Doctor - the old man - he's... Gone. On holiday, I guess. Personal time. He says he'll be back. But. Um. He needed some time to think, I guess.

Sorry about all the trouble, everyone. I'm back to my mostly non-homicidal self. Thanks for being such good sports.

Now, any chance that all of you can just forget that ever happened?

What about the pr I don't suppose anyone's seen a man by name of James Holden? I checked the list but it wouldn't be the first stupid thing he's Or Amos, Alex and Prax? Or Miller

They're not very good at staying put.

[Private Against Mels]

Crap, crap, crap So. Mels might've escaped the TARDIS.

[...]

And by might've, I mean she did.

Assassin on the loose, watch out. Her directive is to kill the Doctor, so she probably won't be any harm to anybody who doesn't get in her way, I think

Uhm. Yes. Hello. Did one of the Doctors, or River, lose a sonic? Because I seem to have found a sonic.

Also. I think I need to take a trip to medical. I feel...funny? -- no, not ha-ha -- weird? -- no, not really weird -- more like...skin crawly? -- or wrong -- yes, wrong might be the word I think.

Walking now. Slowly like. With the sonic. Which one of you can come get and figure out who's it is?

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When I find out which of those primitive little monkeys triggered my regeneration, I will make their life a living hell.

Right... so what's a girl got to do in order to be shown a good time here on the Giant Space Head?

This is so unfair! Everyone else has fun, weird stuff happening to them and I get nothing! Seriously Giant Head universe? Nothing at all? Give me a break!

[Private to Everybody Except Mels]

Right. So, if you come across somebody who looks like this, responds to the name Mels and/or is looking for the Doctor, play dumb and pretend you don't know who the Doctor is or where to find him.

Oh yeah, and don't let her know I'm the Doctor. Until further notice, refer to me as 'the Professor'.

Long story short, River Song reverted to her previous regeneration, Mels, who was raised from an infant to assassinate me. She's been trained to recognize all my past faces, but she wouldn't know this one. I'm trying to keep her contained in the TARDIS for as long as I can. but I've got to trick her into trusting me. Got it? Good. I don't feel like repeating myself.

[Private Mels]

Mel? Are you there? Can you read this?

(OOC: Bruce is de-aged to college times pre-hulk)

I don't remember signing up for a mission to space. Someone want to tell me what's going on here?

I've got two hearts. This is brilliant! Look at me. I'm jogging in place. Well, don't look at me, because I don't have the video feed on, but just imagine it, because it's exactly what I'm doing at this precise moment. Medical, I am quite pleased to give your bed back to you. I'll be moving into the TARDIS for the time being. Not sure if this will last, mind you. Feels a bit wibbly wobbly. This future, I mean. Entirely in flux.

Allons-y!

{ooc: posted shortly after this}

( Whovians & Residents of Twelve's TARDIS + 10.5, 9 and excluding The Master/Mels )

( Whovians excluding the Master/Mels )

who: Twelfth Doctor, The Master, Metacrisis Doctor
what: The Twelfth Doctor just wants the Metacrisis Doctor and the Master get along.
where: The TARDIS (Twelfth Doctor's)
when: Today-ish
warnings: Time Lords arguing, Metacrisis Doctor's health problems.

( This plan rated somewhere closer to the 'what the hell' end of the spectrum. )

Well, since the folks down in Medical were kind enough to let me out early and my roommates got me a lovely surprise that say I now have fish I have to worry about feeding, who's up for the weekly poker game tonight? C'mon now. Don't be shy. I've got some units to win and fish to spoil.