Knowhere IC

Who: Gambit (1610) & Twelve (Doctor Who)
What: Finding a TARDIS.
When: After this.
Where: The Barracks - 300
Rating: High for Language and Gambit
Status: Closed - Complete

( Gambit was going to think of him as Sir Studdly McStudmuffin. )

Characters: Rose Tyler, Twelfth Doctor (Whoniverse canon)
When/Where: June 8 after briefing people in the Observatory; Twelve's TARDIS in the Barracks
Rating/Warnings: medium?; mentions of injuries, TBD
Status: incomplete

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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.

The good news: if you lost one Steve Rogers, he's alive and still too good for his own damn good. My passport's got his coordinates.

The bad news: I know that others were taken, but Steve and I were the only ones in the Troyjans' cells.

The Troyjans' master plan seems to be to lure the Guardians in with the hostages; home field advantage and all that. You're on your own with the Ba-Bani.

[Open Comms - Specifically on the Frequency that the Troyjans and Ba-bani used before]

First you pissed me off by attacking a peaceful settlement.

But by taking prisoner one of my Companions, Rose Tyler, you've made a very dangerous enemy, indeed.

I am the Oncoming Storm, and you'll find out exactly why, if you don't turn over our people, immediately.

Situation report. Troyjan and Ba-bani have made a full retreat. We have no reported dead, but many injuries. The miners were not so lucky. Have report of at least 5 dead.

Children and noncombatants are safe. I protect them. We will rebuild.

What is I hear about kidnappink? Everyone, report in. We find who is missink.

Currently reported M.I.A:
- Steve Rogers
- Tim Drake
- Red Robin
- Rose Tyler
- Ororo Munroe

[Open Comms]

[blasterfire]

I really wish humans had something going for us beyond opposable thumbs. Oh, you're a squishy hairless ape, but at least you can grab things? There are bloody giants that shoot energy! I mean, come on!

[sounds of a struggle]

OI! GET THE HELL OFF OF--

Characters: The Twelfth Doctor; Jack Harkness
When/Where: Shortly after this journal conversation / The hallway outside of Barracks room #3, then the TARDIS
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Note: This happens BEFORE the alien attack

( There was no avoiding Jack now... )

[Open Comms]

Well, at least this time I don't have to worry about my favorite Greek joint being turned to rubble by giant invaders from space...

Open Communication: Sent to all comms

Attention all comms. We have a Code Green. Repeat, we have a Code Green.

A couple seconds later. Her voice is dry and sarcastic.

That means the Hulk has come out to play.

After a brief pause.

If you don't know what a Hulk is, steer clear. I am not joking around. Stay away from the big green guy.

But it looks like he's on our side... for now.

Now seems an appropriate time to restate that while I am on the Guardian payroll, most would not consider me a Guardian of the Galaxy.

[GotG Crew]
This is why we should kill all of our enemies.

[Quill and Cosmo]
The human Sam Wilson has spoken to me about wishing to be on call staff at the medical facility. He has training, though I do not know the specifics. Is there anything I should inform him of?

If you don't hear from Handy McHairgel for a while, he's on board his TARDIS, in the Zero Room. Let's say he's on a sabbatical. He's developed some health compilations, and I'm monitoring his healing progress. He won't be responding to any messages for a while, but if you want to relay something to him, let me know, and I'll pass it along. [ETA:] So, it looks like he will be accepting messages himself. Way to go, Handy.

I don't suppose anyone has recommendations for a place where you can use your wings in the open sky without attracting unwanted attention.

Characters: The Twelfth Doctor; the Master
When/Where: Not long after this journal conversation / The TARDIS
Rating/Warnings: TBD, possible mentions of past violence

( The Master was unpredictable, even before the botched regeneration.. )

A few days ago, this mechanical thingamadoodad showed up, and it didn't occur to me that it might belong to somebody else, until I started noticing all these posts of people who had the same thing happen to them, looking for the rightful owners. I used my sonic screwdriver to figure out what the thing was - it's an update for a pretty technically advanced armored suit. The updates include new hardware components that work with something called Extremis, an update to a sophisticated AI unit that goes by the name of FRIDAY, and a new paint job. Pretty far out, considering that it was only made in the 21st century. Does this sound familiar to anybody? Come and collect it.

Also, the zappy zap man who arrived a couple days ago, calls himself the Master? He's an old acquaintance of mine. I'm taking care of him in my TARDIS, so hopefully he'll get better soon.

[Whovniverse Peeps - Except the Master]

The Master is being kept in the Zero Room. He's still unstably stable, but he is making a little progress.

I also used the TARDIS to scan Knowhere, I can't find Original Recipe. My guess is that he must've been taken back to our universe.

[The Master]

Wakey wakey. If I come in, you promise not to zap me? I have food.

Why is there a blue police box in my Med Bay? Get this out of here right now!

*bursts of static and electricity crackling, followed by bouts of incomprehensible screaming, and the sounds of banging and crashing*

I woke up on a gravity amped dirt ball of a planet, played 20 questions with a talking dog wearing a space suit, and now I'm heading to the barracks to find my bunk. This certainly isn't the weirdest day I've ever had, but yeah... it's ranking pretty high.

Don't be concerned if you see Frank roaming around the head. He's docile. I spoke to Cosmo about sending him back to Arizona where he belongs, but seeing as how this Earth is a bit different than the one I come from, I'm not sure how safe it will be for him there. Though I am not sure how safe it is for him here either. For now, he'll stay with me for the most part, but I'd like to let him stretch out his wings on occasion.

( Photo of Frank under the cut )

[Private to Alucard]

Are you missing a portrait, by chance?