Knowhere IC

I know it doesn't actually affect me in any material way if we sell crap coffee, but there's only so much I can do with this. I might head to Earth next time I've got a couple days off in a row. See what kind of supply chain I can source, remind myself what Britain looks like when it's not completely in the shitter.

Who: Bill Potts and Captain Jack Harkness (Whoniverse)
When: A few hours after this
Where: Bill's Room on the TARDIS
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

( Bill? You know, I'm not really used to being stood up by attractive women... or men for that matter. )

Not exactly what I was expecting from today. Mobile's working I but can't ring home, which means that I'm out of my Universal Roaming area. Not something that's supposed to happen, but given that we're all in a giant head at the End of the Universe, meaning it's not the same End of the Universe rather certain I know the reason why.

Had a conversation with a very intelligent dog. Got some answers which led to more questions. But I can work with questions. Won't be the first time I've 'popped out' for a while without notice, probably won't be the last... And it's better than answering the General's questions again.

Funny thing. No time sickness. No stomach ache. No feeling like your insides are being pushed out through your pores. Seems there are no effects from physically being brought here. That by itself is unusual. The energy it would take to pull an individual to a place like this, especially without some kind of capsule would have some kind of immediate effects. Might be similar to the Rift... Probably best to run some tests in the med bay.

One impossible thing before breakfast. Seven more to go.

Has someone misplaced their canine companion? It's been following me all evening. When I sit, it sits and waits.

It keeps following me. It's staring at me.

[Private to the Whoniverse Peeps]

I'm letting the Master out of the TARDIS, unsupervised.

This is not up for debate. This is just a warning letting you know.

I haven't forgotten how many of you have a thing against him, and I don't blame you after the things he's done. I'm not trying to downplay the pain and suffering he's caused. But he's been trying, which is more than I've seen him do in centuries, and it's a step in the right direction.

The Master is never going to be a good guy, and he's going to continue to say and do things that'll purposely try to piss you off, but he's promised me he'll be better. And I want to encourage him to be better. The universe will thank us for it.

If he pisses you off, especially over the network, knock yourselves out by pissing him off right back.

So, so glad to be here. Well, yes and no. You don't even know. I can finally think. My heads all cleared up. Though, you know, normally when I go traveling, there's a big, blue, sexy box involved. It's not just a wham, bam, thank you ma'am situation. I guess I really don't have to do that essay on free will now. Is it example enough to exercise my free will to say 'not my dimension, not my deadline'?

Where are you? I can feel you. I know you're here, somewhere.

Where are you and who are you?

I got the lowdown from Cosmo. I know I've somehow managed to get to another dimension despite not being anywhere near a TARDIS when it happened and I know this place is currently battling something called the Reapers who sound pretty scary. He also mentioned there are people here who I know, but they're probably all over the place with the Reaper invasion.

So, Mickey Smith checking in. I'm here to help. Put me to work. I'm best at the tech side of things, but I won't be shy about shooting things in the face if someone has a gun for me to use.

The last fight took two days, and from the looks of things the Reapers outgun and outnumber them by far. We're going to have to take passport sickness into account so we don't have to pull everyone back at once after three days and leave the place unguarded.

(OOC: Delivered before departing from Knowhere. Shepard likes her pre-Reaper speeches and I've never gotten to give one of these before.)

Alright everybody, so it seems like the things coming through here aren't just going to be limited to interesting people. Today it seems we're getting one of the worst threats my entire galaxy has ever faced. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I'll say this:

These are Reapers. Where I'm from, they had the advantage. They were a mystery, a legend, a ghost story nobody wanted to believe in until it was too late. They don't have that advantage this time. This time they're going to see we're not having it. That nobody in this Universe is going to give them even an inch of ground. No footholds. Not even a single world -- Not here. Not now. Not ever. There's no negotiating. There's no trying to appeal to their better natures. They don't have them and what's at stake here, what's on the line?

It's every last man, woman, child, of every species that's dared touch the stars. This isn't just one planet, this is the start, the first domino. I want you all of heading out today to remember that. You're not just fighting for one peoples, you're fighting for everyone. You're putting a hard stop to this before it even has a chance to get rolling.

You've all been forwarded the relevant information I have on the types and kinds of enemies you're likely to encounter down there. I know it'll only prepare you so far for what you're about to see. Fight smart. Fight safe. Stick in groups, call out dangers and, if there's something you don't think you can handle, don't. Fall back, regroup, get reinforcements, and come back to the fight.

Beyond that, you get the wounded clear and off the field as quickly as you can and, above all else?

You give these bastards all the hell you can. Don't give 'em an inch without making 'em pay for it with everything you've got -- and then you come home safe.

Good luck.

Shepard, out.

Cosmo has bad news, very bad news. Continuum Cortext registered large scale fissure in open space. It is far from Knowhere, but things we identify as Reapers have come through the portal. These Reapers come from Cmdr. Shepard's universe. We don't know how this happen, only that it is.

I will allow Shepard to explain these Reapers, but we provide information about them to your tablets. The Guardians and myself are scramblink first response team. The Reapers attack planet with no self defense, we must evacuate and hold off Reapers. You are not required to fight. Cosmo does not tell you want to do, but if you want to help, meet at docks. We will take RIV to planet.

(OOC: You can assume that all the information outlined here has been sent to each character's tablets)

That was ... not fun. Can we not do that again? Never sounds like a lovely time to ever do that again.

[ooc: Handy had a heart attack here and is in medical.]

Who: River Song, Jack Harkness (Whoniverse)
When: After this
Where: The Barracks - 300
Rating: Tame
Status: Complete

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Who: Captain Jack Harkness and Handy
When: After this
Where: The Zero Room in Handy's TARDIS
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

( How does the banana song go? Something about tallying them? )

Thanks for hosting the poker game the other night, Commander. I had a hell of a lot of fun and nearly made it to the finals. So let's see... I owe Shepard a date, I've won a date with Remy LeBeau, and also I get a nice meal cooked by Doc Mercy for 2. Not too bad!

Remy: Let me know what your schedule's like and we'll set something up.

Shepard: Looks like I'm all yours for a evening! Any idea what you'd like to do?

Mercy: I'll get back to you on what I want for that dinner. Do you have any specialties?

I guess I won't be spending my evening the way I had been planning because this was definitely not on the agenda.

Hey, I'm Kara Zor-El or Kara Danvers and this is....well I haven't quite decided what this is, but I'll figure it out at some point.

I'm glad that's all over with. The Troyjans and Ba-bani are back to hating each other again, as it should be. The next time they create world destroying weapons and want to blow each other up? I don't know. Maybe we don't get involved next time.

But on a more serious note I did want to take some time to say thank you to everyone here. It feels like our little space family just got a whole lot bigger. Not a single person came to me to tell us that we should turn ourselves over and you all fought and helped out when it came down to it. I'm grateful. I think we all are and it won't be forgotten.

[Gamora]
Admit it. You bet hard on those dance lessons.

[Meetra]
I'll take you up on those mind lessons. Why not? It's probably not too hard to get inside there and with all the telepaths running around here now... yeah, not a bad idea. It always creeps me out when Cosmo does it.

Not even a hangover. Actually starting to forget what getting drunk feels like. But at least it was a relaxing night, thanks for the sanity Shep. Forgot what that felt like.

[Dick]
I wanted to ask you how that Justice League thing works? Like...how'd it get started?

[Francis NA!Canon]
Feeling any better?

[Jyn and Sara]
Hey, so I've been the one crashing on your couch a bit. Figured I should officially say hi? I generally try to be out of your way by the time you guys are up but hey. I'm Barry Allen.

[Caitlin]
This planet has karaoke you know.

Figures, the fighting's done, the hard work happens, and my drinking partner's nowhere to be found. I can't be the only thirsty one out there.

Also, the upcoming Poker game's going to be a little different. I'd like to try and do something a bit more charitable, open the game up a little, I'm taking suggestions now if anyone's got them.

Have I just died? Logic would suggest I've been pulled through some kind of temporal-spatial rift. Having just been debriefed by a telepathic canine astronaut, I'm not so sure.

I've seen some things, including the end of the Universe. But I find it hard to believe I missed the enormous inhabited floating head the first time round. Admittedly, my tour guide was rubbish.