Knowhere IC

So. If you were going to suggest somewhere on Earth people should go, to someone who hasn't been there much, where would you go?

[ Bartunn ]

You want to go to another Zoo?

[ Spy House ]

So. Since destroying your liver is frowned upon...I'm just probably gonna go...not be here for a few days. I don't know where I'm going. Somewhere on the less fucked up Earth.

You want anything from down there?

[ Dad Clint Fuck it ]</s>

Just when you start to think you seen everything, people be comin' back with stories that make you sure glad you missed a thing or two.

[ Lil Red, Rocket Raccoon ]

Since d'ere be evidence to suggest maybe dis' job not gon' be lastin' forever, and it seems criminal there be so few places for d'ese 'ere hard workin' Knowhere folks to be losin' d'ey money. Seems that maybe now be da' best time to be sittin' down and maybe seein' what we do about that hm?

[ Rogue ]

Been thinkin' we overdue for a trip back to Bayou for some proper food, together dis' time. What say you hm?

Who: Killian Jones / York
What: Exploring the marketplace.
When: 30 August
Where: Marketplace
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

( A bustling marketplace little more than a seaport. )

Guess I need to start a new one now.

I'm a simple girl. Yes, I might still be finding huge entire estates my father apparently bought and forgot about, but half of them were built on the entrances to hell dimensions which I imagine was his sole interest in them. There is truly nothing my father loved more than hell dimensions and I mean that literally. So it's not an exaggeration to say I have been to my fair share of fucked up little cesspits full of horrid creatures that may have crawled directly there straight out of someone's nightmares. But at least none of them had the audacity to attack me with fucking dust bunnies.

Men in combat pterodactyl suits, yes. Drop bears. Even broccoli homunculi. But not dust bunnies.

Fuck I missed alcohol.

I've determined James and I are the freaks here. 'Dust Bunnies', gigantic fleas, and strange little pocket places are par for the course at home. It's all strangely comforting, really.

But, since we are the freaks, you lot must all be decidedly normal. How wonderful for you.

You know how I know James is more of a freak than I am though? He married a redhead and he actually likes the weather in England. We went to Spain on my request because I'm not a freak that enjoys the dreary clouds, he complained, but I was the one that burned.

Yeah, I know. I've been a very boring Jack lately since I've mostly just been working and being irritated that the Master wanders the TARDIS freely. Time to get back to having fun, being social, and just basically being more like my usual charming self.

So! Who's up for a little fun (and probably some trouble)?