Knowhere IC

So. I had a conversation with a talkin' dog and everyone seems just fine with that. I guess it ain't space madness. The dog said my ship is gone. The cuteness just came to a real middle. Everything sure went from sugar to shit real fast.

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.

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.

As Bird-Boy and Dresden pointed out, ain't no American doin' his rightful job today. Shame on you, Cap. Looks like it's gonna hafta fall to Louisiana t' get 'de job done, if the New Yorker can't do it.

( Happy 'Merica Day )

Brits? Tea sucks.

[Metacrisis Doctor]

Do you mind if I move into the TARDIS? I don't think I'll be able to sleep a wink in the barracks with that frenemy of yours roaming about.

[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.

Thankfully, Zoe isn't here or she'd be trying to figure out how she could make the dog her new best friend.

I'm Elisabeth Shannon, and I never in a million years thought I'd be in a situation like this.

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

Where are you and who are you?

It feels quiet now.

[Private to Whoniverse Characters]

Donna is gone. At first, I was worried she might've been killed, but I checked. The portal took her back to where she came from.

Alright people, it's been four days of hard fighting. I want to say we're doing well, but reports coming in from the ground say it's not looking good at all. I've put together a plan with the help of some of the people up here, something we think is at least going to give a shot at turning the tide of this battle in our favor. I know it's asking a lot, I know a lot of you up here and down there are exhausted and tired, I know we've got injured and sick, and if I didn't feel like we had no other choice but to do something drastic here, I wouldn't put this idea forward at all. We've all see what the Reapers can do now, what their plan is. They're harvesting people, they're wiping out this planet to try and make more of themselves and they're not going to stop. They're going to do this to more and more planets if we don't draw our line in the sand right here.

Which is why we're going to be taking a TARDIS inside a Reaper and blow that sonofabitch up from the inside out.

I can't say it's a safe plan. In fact, I can pretty much say that it's going to be the opposite of a safe plan, which is why I'm asking for volunteers to join me on a strike team. Combat experience is essential on this one people -- and I want to be real up front that we never tried anything like this before, not even when we were desperate back home. I can only imagine the things we're going to have to see and do in there so I want you all to think long and hard before you sign yourself up.

And does anybody have any idea who that giant ball of pyrotechnics was down there? Pairs nicely with my biotics and, in close quarters, I'm thinking he'd be a real pain in the ass for the Reapers to handle.

[ Rocket Racoon ]

You know, for a pain in my ass, you're a damn good card player and I'm going to owe you one when this is over and, speaking of when this is over, drinks are on me.

[ Jyn Erso ]

You be careful up there tomorrow okay?

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.

Have you broken time again? I do not appreciate these unexpected kidnappings across the barriers between dimensions.

There's got to be a way to deal with these Reapers without violence.

I'm working on something now, a force field that'll prevent them from breaking through. But I don't have enough time!

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.]

[barely contained panic]

DOCTOR! I need you in the TARDIS now!

Hey, stay with me. This isn't how your story's gonna end, even if I have to rewrite it myself. So just hold on, okay?

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? )

Now that I've got access to this thing again and I've been released from the Zero Room, I need more information about this place. I remember a talking dog, something about a floating head in space, and there was that alien attack recently that I've read about.

Doctor: The TARDIS won't open the doors to let me out. I suggest you have a word with her before I get creative and find my own way out. You said I wasn't a prisoner, so I trust you'll correct this little oversight. Soon.

Handy: Are you still alive? Or has the universe corrected its mistake yet and you've died?

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?

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.

Oh. Well. This is different -- Very different --Big head. In space -- Floaty -- Good air -- Smells funny -- seems like maybe there was some trouble recently? -- OH and the the dog -- it's a dog right? -- yes -- Brilliant dog -- Very friendly -- I do like a good friendly do I think -- first time you see -- and this tablet? Very handy.

aaaand I've forgotten my manners. Hello. I'm Jenny.