In The Tardis

So I've visited the salon a few times.

The museum multiple times.

Now all that's missing is a visit to a really good deli.

Anything else I should do while we're here?

Why is this thing-

You know, a long time ago I'd probably have asked if this was heaven. But just because I know better, doesn't mean I'm not real happy to be here. Kinda wish you'd showed up before the giant monstrosity broke free of the Rift and started destroying my city, but that'd probably be pushing my luck.

You could have at least left a banana in my pocket when you took my sidearm, though.

Why did you l-

Earlier in the day while walking in the woods, Steve Harrington stumble across an elegant white stag. As soon as the stag disappeared, King Oberon appeared to him, and named him as official Lord Of Avalon. In honor of Steve's new nobility, King Oberon and Queen Titania have thrown a grand royal ball starting in the evening, and all are welcome to attend in their finest attire, which the wardrobe room in the TARDIS will provide.

At the stroke of midnight, characters will find themselves onboard the TARDIS, where she will depart Avalon and head off for destinations unknown...

There will be the option of IC/OOC threads in the comments! Have fun!

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[ooc: In a cold, arrogant voice]: UNHAND me, worm! How dare you presume to lay hands upon the god-king of the world! I will rip you limb from limb and then feast upon your - no not now - we

[ooc: in a much kinder, sweeter, and very Southern-sounding voice]: I am so sorry about that, I hope she didn't scare you. She didn't hurt you, right? What were you saying about a physical - I was too distracted by the time travel you mentioned, just how are you able to stabilize Einstein-Rosen bridge right in order to do all this, or did you use magic, I mean was it some kind of spell? Wait, did you really say the TARDIS or am I imagining that -

I have absolutely no desire to go back out into Avalon, considering all the trouble these Fae have caused. I do, however, find myself with an abundance of pent up energy and I am in need of releasing some frustr of it.

Would anyone be interested in sparring with me? I generally favour swords but I could settle for hand to hand combat if that would be preferable.

I realize that while I've talked to a lot of people on the network, I've never really done a proper introduction. Since there's a quite a few new arrivals recently, that would probably be useful.

My name is Kelly Grayson, and I've been on the TARDIS for almost three months. I was actually the second person to arrive, after Martha. We were by ourselves for a couple of days, then Ray Palmer, Jadzia Dax, and Poe Dameron arrived all at different points. It was just the five of us for those two months, then everyone else started arriving. The working theory that Martha and I have been working on is that the TARDIS seems to be pulling everyone in for a reason. Everyone has a certain set of skills, or something that the TARDIS thinks makes them special, and can help her looking for the Doctor.

As for the theory on where said Doctor might be, or which Doctor she's looking for, as apparently, there's quite a few of them, we have no idea. Right now, the TARDIS seems to be recognizing Martha as the one in charge. I've gotten a basic understanding of the TARDIS myself, all of us who were here before are pretty familiar with it, but if you have a specific question about it? Ask Martha, she's the expert. Having her around those two months was really useful.

The TARDIS herself has been pretty friendly. Aside from one incident a few weeks ago when she locked everyone in for twenty-four hours because someone tried reprogramming her, she's really helpful, and can get anyone pretty much anything you need.

Now, onto a little bit about me. Like a lot of people onboard, I'm from a different version of Earth. Where I'm from, it's the 25th century, and I'm a First Officer in the Planetary Union on the USS Orville, an exploratory vessel. So you could say that I'm fairly used to space travel. I've dabbled in time travel a little bit, too, though nowhere near on the level that Martha has.

I've also gotten a fair amount of diplomatic experience, so if anyone needs me to help broker any sort of agreement, I can help with that. Before I was a First Officer, I was a Science Officer with some medical training, so I can also be of some use there.

I've also made it my job to try and help everyone feel adjusted and safe on the TARDIS. Even though I'm not technically on duty here, I still want to make myself useful. So if there's anything that I can do to help anyone adjust, please, let me know. Even if it's just getting drinks.

I look forward to getting to know all of you.

It's really great to have thumbs again.

And to walk on two feet.

You think life can't get more complicated and BAM!

You turn into a goat for 24 hours.

I am not a fan of the mandatory physical.

And apparently, there are fairies outside.

Do you think the fairies have vodka? I could use a drink adjusting to this.

Since we're all stuck here indefinitely, I think we should get to know each other? I'll start.

Hey, My name is Peter, and I'm from Queens, NY. Born and raised. I recently got my own apartment in Manhattan. Sometimes you got to start fresh, right?

My favorite food is my Aunt May's cherry pie. My favorite colors are red and blue. I like to build things. Take things apart and make them better. I skateboard. Haven't in a while. Life finds a way of keeping you busy.

So. Yeah. What about everyone else?

Immortal.

Invulnerable.

Do those words mean something different here? Because if I'm not going to be taken at my word and instead going to be accosted in the name of medicine, I expect it to be done by a sexy nurse, not [...] that.

Why the hell did nobody tell me smoking's bad for me?

I know I'm not god damned mother of the year, but I always prided myself on keeping my kids safe and loved...and out of Queens. So, now on top of Jewish guilt and normal mother guilt, I have the additional But will my kids still be breathing in twenty years? guilt.

The irony isn't lost on me that I now want a smoke...and a martini.

I can’t tell if this is a weird whiskey induced dream or if I fell asleep in front of another haunted tv.


Either way, I don’t know if this is better or worse than being sucked into an episode of Scooby Doo.

I woke up five minutes ago stating the time was "kill me o'clock".

Then I realized I got too drunk last night in Vegas and remarried the man I just divorced. We're talking days ago divorce so obviously good decisions were made.

So, it's still definitely kill me o'clock, just in a new place after I blinked.

Please tell me someone has coffee, cigarettes, and somewhere I can find clothes because I'm currently only in my nightgown. And I'm still hungover.

Tag dump, nothing to see here.