Knowhere IC

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?

If you know the Doctor--the one-hearted one that's been stuck in Med Bay--he's no longer on Knowhere.

[Whoniverse]

I think I might give the new passport a spin. Haven't been off station in ages.

Doctor the younger, I think the TARDIS falls to you. She misses you. I've been staying there; hope it's alright if that continues.

Who: The Twelfth Doctor, the Master
What: Clearing the air
When: After the TARDIS crew locates Twelve (since he's been missing for days)
Where: Some planet out there in the Galaxy
Warnings: Low
Status: Closed / ongoing

( Are you going to get on my case for leaving, too? )

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... )

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.

Who: The Master & The Ninth Doctor
What: A Sushi Date
When: Dinner time, backdated to after this
Where: A little sushi place.
Rating: Medium, but read with caution. It’s the Master.
Status: Log - Complete

( Nine was good with understanding damaged goods. )

[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.

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.

Aaaaaaaaaand back to one heart. I'll just ... take myself back to medical, I suppose.

I know I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm starting to realize there's an awful lot of used up and discarded soldiers here.. I don't know about the rest of you, but settling into civilian life isn't the easiest thing for me. Thankfully I've been fortunate enough to make some pretty good friends here, also fellow soldiers, but I know that's not the case for everyone.

So for any of you out there who are feeling a little lost without your team mates, crew members, brothers-in-arms, superiors or your troops.. you should know you aren't alone. There's more of us here and most of us are relatively nice. Well, as nice as war-torn veterans can be. So you don't have to be alone, if you don't want to be.

I'm York. Agent New York, UNSC Spartan Program, Project Freelancer.

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: Twelfth Doctor, The Master Missy
What: Time for a talk about 12's new memories
Where: The Pool Room in 12's TARDIS
When: After THIS (Backdated to tropes plot)

( Tiki bar, an actual grass hut, and sand. One might even think you're going native, Doctor. )

[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

Breathing shouldn't hurt

Anyone any good at chess, or..some other game? I don't know. Something to pass the time? Something not requiring actual strength?

Cosmo is okay, but this is all too strange. Cosmo thinks it has something to do with the Cortex. Device was removed from Cortex and then all this happenink. We will fix, do not worry.

Please also check in on this post. Let Cosmo know what happenink to you or friends. We keep track and make sure everyone is back to normal when over.

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?

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?

[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 have a green sister and a tree friend.