The Universe's Mixer

Dexter hadn't at all gotten over how disturbing it was that he was so good at the inane sport of bowling. There was no reason for it. It wasn't like he had done much in the way of practice. Just one day he'd been looking for a way to hide himself in plain sight, joined the bowling team, picked up a ball, and the rest is history.

With nothing else much to do in the City, taking up bowling again seemed like the best way to kill time. There were great long periods of time where nobody was murdered, and there was no blood spatter for him to analyze. After that came the time when he'd finished catching up on reports, and had absolutely no reason to go into work.

And then, of course, was the idea that he'd just died himself and needed some time off anyway to sort through the feelings that had come along with that. So he didn't particularly mind the lack of anything when it came down to it. But there were still the nights that he felt restless. Amazingly, he'd looked into his closet and found the Bowl Till You Bleed shirt he'd worn back in Miami. That was what had given him the idea in the first place.

So here he was now, bowling. It wasn't as much fun by himself, but it was better than nothing.

Gwen scribbled a note for Jack so he would not worry.

Jack,

Going to the chemist to see about getting some OTC meds at least for the short term. You know how to find me

Gwen

Grabbing her bag,cell and making sure the bottle from her last round was in hand Gwen went to hunting for a proper chemist (aka drugstore). But while most would figure simple hangover her emotions had gone into overdrive and she had not mourned for Tosh and Owen, one major cause of the recent headaches. The fact she was missing Rhys was not really helping matters either along with the ongoing puzzle of how she ended up in The City.

But she also has one other puzzle on her mind, was The Doctor the one Jack had told her and Ianto about? "Well maybe I can find some coffee and see what exactly is going on while I hunt for a chemist" as she wandered into a coffee shop.

It had only recently become aware of the concept of monster movies. In this new body, this new form, it had taken to doing some more human things. One of them had to been to visit something called a video store, rent some videos and find some place to watch them. Since it was The City itself, it just made a house with everything it needed.

One of those videos happened to be Godzilla, featuring a giant angry lizard. It sat intrigued through the whole thing and bolted to it's feet at the end, fresh with a new idea.

There would be a zoo in The City. It would collect animals to put them on display. The City didn't currently have a zoo of it's own, which was sort of sad for the children. But they'd grown up here so they didn't really have a concept of what a zoo was. They would love this.

It would get Godzilla. The monster couldn't be that big, could it? After all, it had ransacked and Japan was a small place to begin with. Just an island. Sort of like The City, only ... different. Plus it had stayed mostly in Tokyo. One city.

After Godzilla, it would get some dinosaurs maybe. A unicorn. A phoenix. Dodo birds. Things that people would know but had never seen in their lives. It would be fantastic. Everybody would be filled with wonder. They would be pleased by what The City had given them.

Retrieving Godzilla as it had everybody else, The City suddenly realized that it had not only misjudged the creature's size, but also it's intelligence and determination. The cage that had been constructed turned out to be rather flimsy.

Just as one of the lesser writers for The City Voice was receiving information about the zoo for an article, Godzilla broke loose.

( OOC )

The Doctor sat on a bench within sight of the TARDIS watching a pigeon eat a cigarette butt. 4 attempts to fold out of this reality had been spectacular failures so far.

No luck in figuring out the praeternatural intelligence that pulled the strings in this “city” so far. The TARDIS just needed more power. Yes! that would do it. More energy would be child’s play for someone like a time traveling scientist..

He carefully opened the ice cream maker, and began soldering parts of a cellular phone to it. He needed some chemicals that could be found in the reproductive organs of a frog, but those would be tomorrow’s project. “Cold fusion here I come.” The Doctor muttered to himself while manipulating the Sonic Screwdriver.

Fred had babbled the whole way to Der Waffle House; well, it wasn't so much babble but extremely disjointed yet highly informative perhaps one-sided information. How could she not want to spill her guts to one of the coolest people ever? Of course, she was still getting used to this new face; he was just so young, but she'd forgive him for it.

"Okay. Now it says waffles, but it's got pretty good pancakes. Though you have to sorta fight them about it because they say they didn' make pancakes until I found them on the menu once. And well, I gotta feelin' if they're from another place, cause you know they've got places as much as people, but if it's from another place, then maybe the City added the pancakes on there for me. I mean, really, pancakes and waffles? Who could pass up that?" Fred paused long enough to get a breath, that or she was chasing a thought that had suddenly come up. "I've been talkin' too much, haven't I?"

The brain blushed a little as she recognized her..."problem."

"I'm a babbler. I would go to babbler's anon, but what would we do to fix the problem? Sit there and not talk, or maybe we'd just write it, but then our hands would hurt. Maybe that would be how we got over it or somethin'." Fred shrugged at the Doctor before opening the door. "They've got eggs and hash, but I don' like hash that much. Not really my thing. Think it's the corned beef."

Now all they had to do was find a seat and get to the ordering/eating portion of their outing. Fred was excited to be eating with someone who could have a conversation with her and was new. She adored Wes, but she couldn't hog his time and all that.

A small plump squirrel waddled lazily from his tree onto the grass of the City Commons. A light breeze came off the docks, rustling the leaves in the trees. Life was good for a squirrel here. The food seemed plentiful, and there were not a lot of natural predators.

The squirrel found a recently fallen acorn and had just bit down into it when everything changed. The air seemed to smell like the ozone right after a lightning strike, as a resonance drove a noise into the squirrel’s brain: VWOOORP, VWOOORP VWOOOORP! The impossible became possible as a large blue box formed out of nothingness, almost on top of the squirrel.

The TARDIS came into regular time space in the City’s park. Some incomprehensible forces of physics were at play. The TARDIS did not belong here, the City would not let it leave, and the squirrel dropped its acorn. The TARDIS pulled harder back towards the temporal rift it was phasing out of but the City’s influence was too great for it to return back to from whence it came.

Like a rubber band stretched far and then let go, the TARDIS shuddered as it appeared into its new home. A wave of temporal energy pulsed through the immediate area propelling the squirrel through the closing rift. The squirrel later found itself in an alternate universe, where the squirrels magnificent bushy tail was revered by adoring subjects that lived to serve the furry god that came from the sky.

The Doctor had grown tired of being alone again. Rose was lost in a parallel world, and he could do nothing about it. He decided to console himself with a little exercise and fun in the sun. A benefit of being an 1,100 year old time traveler is that you can pick up some interesting hobbies. He turned a few dials, pulled a lever, and smiled to himself. “Maui, 8400 BCE.” he said to the otherwise unoccupied time ship. He had grown accustomed to mentioning where he was going for his companions.

The TARDIS pulsed and hurtled through space/time as the Doctor hurried to the dressing room. He had just found his surfboard, when the floor shuddered under his feet. “That was a tad rough.” the Doctor muttered, making a note to himself to check the stabilization circuits after a nice swim. Still wearing a brown overcoat, and a pinstripe suit, the Doctor kicked open the door and rushed out onto the beach to get wet in the surf. He stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth slightly agape as his expectations of sunny beaches and blue-green waters were replaced by the reality of a large city park. “Um, this does not look like Hawaii??” the Doctor managed as the surfboard fell absently from under his arm.