Knowhere IC

I still haven't quite worked out just what's going on or how I got to here, but judging from the hilarious posts on this thing about missing eyes, kidnapped children, and people being turned into dog chew toys, I think I'm much better off stuck in this wacky fun-house from space. There's an anti-gravity room in here! And a zoo filled with creatures that look straight out of a small child's sketchpad.

So how are we all doing? Do the felt people still have all their stuffing? Is there anyone else roaming the halls of a big blue box, or am I the lucky one?

[Private to Everybody Except Mels]

Right. So, if you come across somebody who looks like this, responds to the name Mels and/or is looking for the Doctor, play dumb and pretend you don't know who the Doctor is or where to find him.

Oh yeah, and don't let her know I'm the Doctor. Until further notice, refer to me as 'the Professor'.

Long story short, River Song reverted to her previous regeneration, Mels, who was raised from an infant to assassinate me. She's been trained to recognize all my past faces, but she wouldn't know this one. I'm trying to keep her contained in the TARDIS for as long as I can. but I've got to trick her into trusting me. Got it? Good. I don't feel like repeating myself.

[Private Mels]

Mel? Are you there? Can you read this?

I've got two hearts. This is brilliant! Look at me. I'm jogging in place. Well, don't look at me, because I don't have the video feed on, but just imagine it, because it's exactly what I'm doing at this precise moment. Medical, I am quite pleased to give your bed back to you. I'll be moving into the TARDIS for the time being. Not sure if this will last, mind you. Feels a bit wibbly wobbly. This future, I mean. Entirely in flux.

Allons-y!

Who: River Song (and Mels), Bill Potts
Where: The TARDIS (Twelfth Doctor's)
When: Just past midnight, Sunday, July 16
Warnings: River and Bill bonding time hits a hiccup when it's attack of the trope plotline.
Status: Complete

( A little surprise. )

Merci t' 'de smart people got 'de passports workin' again! Only appropriate we throw 'dem a lil' party, non? Real intimate, jus' a few friends, nothin' serious..

Kiddin'.

Down at 'de docks t'night, once 'de sun goes down (you know, if we had a sun, butcha get 'de point). Got food, got alcohol, got a few inappropriate substances. Leave 'de kids at home (less it's Laura) and c'mon down. Plan for most us to not r'member what happened in 'de mornin'. Best kinda nights.

Need some people to cook, need someone has good taste in music, need a couple people with questionable morals. Gonna have fun.

Rumor has it passports are [...] operating again. Best let someone like myself take a trip down, hm? Seeing as I'm not going to immediately die if it's a fluke.

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.

Characters: River Song, Twelfth Doctor
Where/When: Twelve's TARDIS, after this and this
Rating/Warning: Low; unabashed sap as living arrangements are discussed
Status: Complete

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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.

[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?

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?

[There is some strained groaning and yelling out in pain as Bruce undergoes his transformation.]

HULK SMASH!!

(OOC: Bruce won't be able to respond because he's currently Hulking out on some Reapers, but you can use this post to have your character's react. The guilt of so many injured coming in and him not helping defeat the Reapers finally got to him and he made an actual decision to go Hulk-mode. He won't be hurting any played characters this time though. A successful Hulking!)

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.]

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

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Who: River Song, Twelfth Doctor (Whoniverse)
When: After this
Where: The Barracks - 200; TARDIS
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

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