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Who: Romana and the Doctor (ooc: plotlocked)
Where: Room 128
Why: They need to clear the air.

Mark had practicly pushed her out the door, she knew he was right, she hadn't been herself lately which was rather ironic for a Time Lord to say, she'd told Mark a lot of the problems she'd had adjusting to Here. Because he was here. The Doctor.

And they'd gone from anger to friendship to this...coldness.

She hated it, and so it needed to be dealt with.

Sooner rather than later.

So here she was standing outside room 128 and still confused as to what to say.

What did one say in these situations. Oh well, she'd decide once they were speaking, though that had failed to work really rather spectacularly on the last attempt.

She rapped on the door and waited hoping he was in.

Who: RENT pups, anyone else who fancies coming along.
What: A party of sorts, or get-together, in room 330. Threaded like a party thread, so feel free to set up individual threads as you wish. :D The door is open, folks are welcome to wander in if they want.
When: For the length of the meteor shower.

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Room 330 has been stocked up with different types of alcohol, snacks, and candles are lit all around the room. There's a fire going, but in the fireplace this time.

Feel free to wander in, and mingle as you wish.

Who: Mimi and OTA
Where: the grounds
What: Building a snowman!

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Mimi stepped out of the Residence and breathed in the crisp air. Was damn weird, the silence and the stillness, she'd lived in the city for so long that it felt almost eerie.

And the snow... So clean, and so much of it, almost dazzling her as it reflected back the light from the sun. She spotted the army of ice men, and spent a few minutes examining them, wondering who had the kind of powers that could make something like that.

She looked around, and bit her lip. She'd never really built a snowman for real. Any time not spent in New York had been back in Puerto Rico. She'd never make anything as impressive as these, but she wanted to at least try to make one.

She grinned, and bent down to start packing together some snow, eventually shaping it into a ball and rolling it along the grass, watching it get bigger and bigger.

This was fun.

Romana had been walking toward the library when she'd noticed the Clinic. She approved of the idea, there were most likely people here with illnesses and this could be somewhere they could be treated confidentially. Not that she was medical or anything and even if she was, Gallifreyan Physiology was much different from human. And humans seemed to make up the majority of the people Here.

She continued into the library and found an interesting book, Written on Earth in the...19th Century and seemed to be about very overly emotional youngsters on the Yorkshire Moors in England. And there was a drunken brother.

She decided to settle down for a while and read it slowly, She had half an hour to kill after all.

Who: Jack Harkness and OTA (Who/TW Folk and Anyone Else)
Where: Outside in the snow.
When: Still daylight.
Summary: So much has been destroyed. Jack decides to build something.
Rating: He might swear, so let's make it 'R' to be careful.


"Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures."

~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 35th President of the United States (1961-63), 1917 - 1963


The sun is shining. Jack takes that to be a sign that he should get outside and once there, he admires the snowmen that have been created and decides he's going to do something himself. He isn't sure what, so he flops onto his back in the snow and makes an angel. He stands carefully, shakes the snow from his coat, and draws a halo above the head with two fingers. Standing back to admire his work, he nods slightly. It'll do, but he wants to create something. He isn't going to compete with the army of snow people, and one can only make so many snow angels...

He could use some tools, but doesn't want to stop to get any. Instead, he picks a likely area of deep snow, away from the residence just enough that it won't interfere with the generation of snow people. He plunges his hands into the snow and starts to dig.

It was Tuesday in Neverland. And every pirate knew what that meant. It was, of course, Spontaneous Hook Appreciation Day! They'd been trained ever so well, that they might know how best to spontaneously appreciate their captain, the finest captain what ever sailed the seas!

It all starts with Smee, of course. After the Captain, he's the most important pirate! Not that anyone would actually say thata loud, of course. No, it starts with Smee, dancing down the plank of the Jolly Roger, humming to himself. He's got a red satin pillow in one hand, and a smile on his face.

The other pirates have been up for hours, getting themselves ready. Pants have to be ripped just below the knee, patches have to be sewn in place, the proper amount of dirt need be applied to faces, and, of course, they need to start on the getting drunk. But now Smee is travelling through Pirate Town, and all the pirates stop to nod and give him a good "ARR!" After all, it's Spontaneous Hook Appreciation Day!

All the pretty ladies of Pirate Town have turned up to watch Smee walk by. "There's a handsome man." They coo "What girl wouldn't marry such a wonderful pirate?" They ask each other. Such pretty woman, with themselves busting out all over. Not quite pirates, but it wouldn't be Pirate Town without them.

As Smee makes his way to the blacksmith, where the sound of a hook being sharpened can already be heard, the crowd starts to chant. The chant starts so entirely on cue, you can almost forgive the fact that just before it starts, one can hear the sound of "Ready? 1, 2, 3..." from a dozen voices. After all, it's spontaneous, right? But the chant, oh the chant. Truly, the best chant a group of pirates can come up with. "Hook, Hook, Where's the hook! Hook, Hook, Where's the hook?" Over and over again, from hundreds of voices.

With the ease of long practice, Smee scoops up the hook with his pillow, balancing it carefully on one hand, to the wonder and awe of his fellow pirates. It is now Smees turn to be full center of attention, as every pirate in the Town turns out to watch his progress, and join in the chanting. Woman faint at the passing of such a glorious instrument, and strong men cheer. In fact, several pirates throw themselves down in a puddle of water, so Smee doesn't have to get the Hook dirty even by contagion! Which makes it all the more horrible when one pirate does not throw himself in to the puddle, and, Smee, expecting that to have occured, ends up in the muck himself.

The entire town stops mid movement, all eyes focused on Smee in the puddle, the silver Hook held high to prevent it from getting dirty. Almost as one, they rise, turning to the skinny, dishevelved, one eyed pirate standing there when he should be lying in the mud.

The silence is broken by the sound of a door slamming open. Captain James Hook, most wonderful pirate captain, has sensed (heard) a disturbance in the routine of Spontaneous Hook Appreciation Day! His gaze falls upon the lowly pirate who is now the center of a widening circle. "Ah, my dear Ragetti, might I be so bold as to inquire as to the wherefore that you chose to let poor Smee fall into the slop?"

The pirate quivers in fear, staring upwards at the dread Captain Hook. His teeth all but chatter as he tries to form an answer. "Well, sir, you see, me shirt was just washed, y'see, and I didn' want ta go gettin it all dirt or nuthin, knowin ye ta be a kind man who'd unnerstan-"

BANG!

Ragetti stares downward at the blossoming red flower on his shirt, and the accompanying hole. His gaze travels upwards meeting Hooks eyes, before dropping back down to stare at the still smoking gun in Hooks hand. "Oh." After which, he falls backwards, stiff as a board.

"Well,t hen, my good fellows. Once more, from the top, shall we? You there, Third Drunken Lout! You've just been promoted to Fourth Puddle Plank! On with it you scurvy dogs!"

With his directions done, James retires once more to his cabin. Never mind that he already has a hook on, this is Spontaneous Hook Appreciation Day, and they will appreciate him, damn it! He, however, while waiting for the parade to get back his way, well, he'll work on this devilling little puzzle he'd been given.

"Smashing good job finding this Smee." He mutter to himself. "Devilish tricky if I do say so myself. Ah! There we are then, right as rain, just slip that in-"

In Pirate Town, the noise of the Jolly Roger vanishing is something like a loud POP. However, it is a noise that is enough to bring the parade once more to a screeching halt. Loyal Smee finds his jaw dropped, agape, as he stares at the empty spot where his Captain, and his ship, used to be. All he can manage to do is whisper, softly. "Cap'n?"


ELSEWHERE!

The first that the Captain is aware of his new surroundings is when there is a large Thump from beneath him. His mind fires immediately with the options. Could those despicable Lost Boys be trying a sneak attack? Maybe the indians? Whoever it is, it doesn't matter. Hook charges out of his cabin, sword drawn, ready to face whatever peril might face him.

At this point, the narration would like to point out to the audience something of which the good Captain is unaware. Mainly the fact that when the Jolly Roger was transported Here (oh, as if you didn't know that's what happened), it arrived rather precariously perched on a slope above the lake. The mere action of Captain Hook running out of his cabin therefore provides more then enough impetuous for the boat to tilt forward, and careen towards the waters, bouncing a little as it does so.

James Hook does not scream like a girl at this predicament. Anyone who says he did so, would, therefore, be lying. Nor does he clutch at the railing like a drowning man thrown a life line. No, as will be alter recorded in his journal, James Hook stands firm where he is, watching the waters rushing up to meet his ship, his hook planted firmly in the railing before him, his sword wedged in the deck to keep him steady. Well, that's his version anyways. Just like Peter Pan left Neverland due to fear of the Hook.

The sound of a large, three masted pirate ship echoes across the hills and vales of Here, surely loud enough to be heard in the Residence, ending with a loud SPLASH as it hits the lake proper. A bedraggled and nearly scared to Death James Hook drags himself to his feet, staring about him in utter shock. He shouldn't be able to leave Neverland. According to the ancient pact, either him or Pan had to be there at any one time, and if one was gone, the other was bound from straying. But now....

"Smee?Smee.SMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!</big?" So, who wants to be the first to investigate the brand new Ship?

Who: The Doctor and OTA (Martha and Romana in particular, if they want to...)
Where: By the lake
What: Emo. He shall need huggles.

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The Doctor sat on a boulder, staring out at the lake. It was cold, and he had no coat on, but he wasn't bothered by the temperature. Even if it was cold enough to affect him, he still probably wouldn't care.

Freezing would only make him feel more numb. If that was even possible.

He should be used to this by now. Losing people. This wasn't even the first time he'd lost her.

But it never got any easier.

Who: Jack Harkness and Open to All

Where: The darkest part of the library.

When: Day after the funeral, very late at night...

Rating: R (Grief, coping poorly, loneliness, swearing)


Jack sits on the floor of the library, in a point farthest away from the door and any of the groupings of chairs. There is a pile of books beside him. He's been reading, trying to keep his mind off other things, unable to sleep even if he'd wanted to try. He doesn't know what else to do at two-in-the-morning, since the last time he'd tried distracting himself, it hadn't turned out well at all, at all.

How many hyper-vodkas did I have that night, anyway?

And then he'd helped make things better with the Doctor, who managed to remove the traces of the Vortex from Rose - and then his other self had 'chatted' with the Time Lord, and nothing was quite the same.

Then the explosion, Rose's death, Artemis gone as well, and so many others that -

No. Read something. Who gives a damn about you anyway? Cope with it, deal with it, Jackie-boy. You killed Rose and the Doctor will never forgive you. You're on your own now.

He scanned the shelves and reached for 'War and Peace', deciding that might get him through the rest of the night.

Where: She is by where the funeral is to take place
When: The funeral
Why: Explosions suck


*Layla knelt near all the headstones. Her face was blank mask, she felt blank. She decided that she would grow some trees and other plants in memoriam of the people that passed on, as well as the foliage that did as well. She would grow two trees for Lucas as promised, for his placard for Keith and Jimmy. So, she bowed her head and a very harsh wind picked up surrounding her and the area, a very bright white light grew in front of her. Behind the headstones of each of the deceased an oak tree began to form, along with two extra off to the side, forming an arch around the headstones, snaking up the trunks of each tree and around each headstone ivy began to grow and surround them. The tears that slipped from her eyes and hit the ground under her, black roses grew. A small bush at first and then it got bigger and bigger, bushes of these black roses began to crop up in-between each tree. When she finally felt the magic in her ebb and the trees and foliage finally finished their growth spurts. She lifted her hands and the light got to the point of being blinding. Her arms dropped to her sides and there before her and around the area were a bunch of living trees, living grave markers. Her way of saying something nice about each person that had fallen while Here. She never got up from her spot. She just knelt there, empty tears falling down her cheeks to the ground. She never heard anyone walking up behind her she was too consumed in her own grief.*

Who: Captain Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler, Any of the Whoverse Folk and Their Friends

When: Just after the explosion, then just before the residence comes crashing down.

Rating: R. (Character Death, Grief, Swearing, Guilt)

(With my apologies for the delay...)

Captain Jack Harkness has just had a lovely time 'dancing' with Rose, and is on his way to one of the bars for some champagne.

He doesn't know that dance will be their last.

As he passes through the Lobby, he's caught directly above the explosion, and is killed instantly, the remains of his body blasted through a wall.

.......

Long live Jack Harkness. 

"You're wrong you know" she tells him, amused as he tried to affix the coils to the coolant system. "The Linain scale is an archaic system, you should know that better than me"

She loves this, another Time Lord, more than that, The Doctor. And its nice. Its friendly and its comfortable. And Romana never believed she could have that with him again.

And she likes it when she's smarter than him.

"Though it might take a Triple First to really...."

Its the last thing she says before the explosion. It comes from the pipes and it sends flame into the machinery.

It could make it worse. She raises Dark eyes to meet the Doctors and grabs the sonic screwdriver.

She does what she can and finally it shuts down...but flames are engulfing the room and the pain in her head, the wet, makes her reach down, to the blood seeping from her side. She hadn't even noticed what had done it.

"Doctor" she calls weakly "Doctor..."

It was giving out, this body. Not long to last.

She needed him with her.

"Doctor" she called again.

Romana handed Mark the cup of coffee still amused at the look on his face at all the various bits of technology she and the Doctor had assembled. She had shown him the culture she had cultivated from a little bit of mud she'd found on the boots she'd been wearing on her arrival but soon discovered such things bored him.

She kissed him affectionately on the cheek.

"You could meet Roger for an hour or so while we're being 'boring and sciencey' she offered "You don't have to pretend to find it interesting"