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Who: The Twelfth Doctor / Everybody who went to look for the idiot
What: The Doctor has skirted away in his TARDIS and his friends are coming for him
When: Time is irreverent.
Where: Space, the final frontier
Rating: Nothing above PG- 13, I'd say
Status: Open - Ongoing

[I'm still very much on hiatus because busy at work, but feeling antsy and I want to RP the Doctor. Comment with your character's reaction and let me know if you want to develop it into a full blown scene, which I promise to get to once I'm back in the swing of things )

( He's going to try his best to avoid Issues... )

[Filtered to friends of the Twelfth Doctor]

Well, it's been nearly a week, and we're still short one Time Lord. Clearly he does not want to be found, but as the days go by, I grow less concerned with what he wants and more worried about how he's faring.

Seeing as our resident sandshoe-wearing Doctor has taken ill again, I think our absent friend ought to be informed. The younger model has agreed to let me take his TARDIS out to track down the older one.

Anyone up for joining an intergalactic, time traveling search party? Captain Jack, I'm looking at you.

[Private to Rose]

I promised Handy I would dig up some games and entertainment for him before I left. Is there anything you need from the TARDIS? I'm hoping this will be a short trip and I'll be back with the Doctor in tow, but in case it isn't, I don't want you to be left in the lurch.

Characters: Charlie Bradbury (SPN Canon) & Bill Potts (Doctor Who Canon)
When/Where: July 25th, late night - Kitchen in the mess hall
Rating/Warnings: Mainly just drinking wine and eating the fruity breads, but more could always happen

( She wasn't about to be rejected. )

I have made... a lot of fruity breads, all in the mess kitchen. Banana, blueberry, apple cinnamon, etc. I need more supplies for fruity breads and also maybe an intervention.

Taking requests for next baking project.

Anything to distract me.

Seriously, though, what the fuck?

So all the weirdness has definitely stopped, then? And we're sure about that?

The Doctor - the old man - he's... Gone. On holiday, I guess. Personal time. He says he'll be back. But. Um. He needed some time to think, I guess.

Dis de craziest place Remy ever seen. Y' got spaceships an' aliens an' food dat ain't food. Don' know how y' got Remy up here, but he'd sure like t' go back down.

Sorry about all the trouble, everyone. I'm back to my mostly non-homicidal self. Thanks for being such good sports.

Now, any chance that all of you can just forget that ever happened?

[Private Against Mels]

Crap, crap, crap So. Mels might've escaped the TARDIS.

[...]

And by might've, I mean she did.

Assassin on the loose, watch out. Her directive is to kill the Doctor, so she probably won't be any harm to anybody who doesn't get in her way, I think

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When I find out which of those primitive little monkeys triggered my regeneration, I will make their life a living hell.

Right... so what's a girl got to do in order to be shown a good time here on the Giant Space Head?

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!

{ooc: posted shortly after this}

( Whovians & Residents of Twelve's TARDIS + 10.5, 9 and excluding The Master/Mels )

( Whovians excluding the Master/Mels )

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. )

Seriously?

My eye is gone.

My eye.

Someone took my eye.

It's my spare eye, but still. Come on. Are you serious?

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.

Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts
Where/When: Twelve's TARDIS's Sun room, after this message exchange
Rating/Warning: Spoilers for Season 10, mention of death and stuff
Status: Complete

( It was an idyllic setting, very relaxing, if you were into that sort of thing... )

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.