Knowhere IC

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: Twelfth Doctor, The Master, Metacrisis Doctor
what: The Twelfth Doctor just wants the Metacrisis Doctor and the Master get along.
where: The TARDIS (Twelfth Doctor's)
when: Today-ish
warnings: Time Lords arguing, Metacrisis Doctor's health problems.

( This plan rated somewhere closer to the 'what the hell' end of the spectrum. )

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.

I haven't seen one person post about acting like an obnoxious American today. Do you know that? Fine. I'll drag myself out of bed and make some burgers. I need sous chefs to handle the coleslaw, corn, and pie.

We can skip the fireworks, thanks. Had enough of those for a while.

[ooc: I have been told Steve is grabbing Fourth of July celebration items, so anyone who'd know that, feel free to clue Clint in. We'll just say he's been resting and preoccupied with Francis and being a dad.]

Hello Knowhere! Hi. Is this thing on?

Pleasure to meet you all. It's a lovely place you guys have here, is this the culmination of everyone's 'mind palace'? My what big eyes it's got.

Anyway, hi, I'm Spider-Man. I've been to space plenty, never lived here though... it's kind of like Star Trek meets Punisher's wet dream.

I like short walks on the beach, I've never read the first two Harry Potter books, I just watched the movies to catch up, I call it soda, and the dress was blue.

I think that answers all the important questions. Now, where are the Borg?

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.

Characters: Bill Potts; Open to anyone on or visiting Twelve's TARDIS
When/Where: A couple of days after arriving and settling / Twelve's TARDIS - library
Rating/Warnings: Low / None

( I see things that nobody else sees. )

Characters: The Doctor (Twelve); the Master
When/Where: Not too terribly long after this discourse / Twelve's TARDIS
Rating/Warnings: The Master is pitching a fit

( Damn, damn, DAMN! )

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'?

Dis ain't what Gambit was expectin' when he book a flight to New York. Supposed t' be firs' class service an' pretty ladies. Didn't say not'in' in de travel brochure 'bout talkin' dogs an' space heads.

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

Where are you and who are you?

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!

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: The Doctor (12) and the Master
When: After this
Where: 12's TARDIS
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

( You'd think that I would've learned my lesson after all this time. The Doctor always lies! )

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?

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.

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.