Knowhere IC

[ Obviously sounding somewhere less than sober but not exactly fall over drunk, there's a bit of a pause between when the message starts and her voice actually chimes in on the post]

Okay. So maybe deciding tonight was the night to break out Traynor's old bar-tending notes was not the best idea, but it happened. And there may have been some [...] Quad Kickers in there. And by some I mean, quite a few.

Which got me to thinking, slightly insensitive as this might be...but I've met quite a few of you...so...

( I've got a question for you. )
(OOC: Discussion of character death highly likely in the comments given the question under the cut. Just wanted to make sure people were aware.

I'm hungry.

I've determined James and I are the freaks here. 'Dust Bunnies', gigantic fleas, and strange little pocket places are par for the course at home. It's all strangely comforting, really.

But, since we are the freaks, you lot must all be decidedly normal. How wonderful for you.

You know how I know James is more of a freak than I am though? He married a redhead and he actually likes the weather in England. We went to Spain on my request because I'm not a freak that enjoys the dreary clouds, he complained, but I was the one that burned.

Well, this place can go jump into the Void. But at least now when you shout for a doctor, you've got better odds of getting a proper medical one instead of a mad time-traveling alien. Silver lining, that.

[Whoniverse/TARDIS-Mates]

Second verse, same as the first. A little bit louder and a little bit--

Anyway, the dramatic saga of coral TARDIS ownership continues. Though I suppose it's not so much owner as keeper. Pilot? Pet? Whatever it is, where are we at now in the line of succession?

So hey! I'm back! Miss me?

Who: River Song, the Twelfth Doctor
What: River confronts the Doctor
When: After the search party locates the Doctor
Where: Twelve's TARDIS
Warnings: Low
Status: In progress

( ... )

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... )

Hey, does anyone have any.. hobbies?

You know, maybe playing guitar? Or.. pottery? Knitting?

Not picky here, people.

I've just realized I have no skills other than infiltration and killing people.

Hey. If you live in the barracks, don't freak out about the ceiling, alright? We're going to set up sky in that building for a little while because everything about this place is fucking dreary. It's just some simple magic and if there's weather, you won't be able to feel it or anything. It's just to cheer this place up.

Good? Great!

Cheers, everybody.

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder why I didn't do something boring, like find a husband and move to Westchester. And then I got to space, first in the family to do that, mom, and I remember life is way cooler when it's not standard.

I had a steak for the first time. Suck it, California Happy Cows.

What else do you recommend doing? I want to go to Disneyland and I want to pet a dog that isn't the mini version of it.

Since there are many new people, a reminder: Avoid The Collector, Taneleer Tivan, as best you can. He's in the habit of keeping people, creatures, and things he finds interesting against their will. Your safety cannot be guaranteed against him.

Oi!

Where the bloody hell is that little bugger that doesn't speak English? I'm going to flush him down the toilet then pitch him down a flight of stairs.

[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.

[Private to Metacrisis Doctor]

Seeing as you are once again laid up with one-heart-itis, I think now would be a good time for the Professor to come back from his sabbatical. Were you sincere in your offer to send someone in the TARDIS after the old man?

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?

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.

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?

Who: River Song & Goodman Grey
What: A dinner date and some companionable conversation
Where: A restaurant
When: Backdated to the night before the Tropes began
Warnings | Status: Mentions of murder, death, nerdy time travel | Log - Complete

( If anything, sitting down to dinner with River Song seemed to make him happy. )

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