HMS Surprise Network

Here's to hoping the next planet we land on's light on the me wanting to punch things. So not a space station fan.

I mean, I didn't even get a new pair of shoes, how is that fair?

I'm limiting myself to getting one of those cinnamon pecan rolls once a week. If I don't, I'll eat them every day and never work it all off. I've also fallen off my exercise routine here. There's got to be a gym on board the ship, hasn't there? I suppose I could always run through the halls, too. After I get a music player of some sort.

What does everyone around here do for fun?

Onwards and forwards, isn't it? Fascinating space station just brimming with life! I love it! Can't wait to see the next place on the agenda. Well, I can, but I don't want to. Suppose the downtime gives me more of a chance to focus on repairing the bigger picture here. All those little backwards breadcrumbs that need retracing! Big project with a capital 'B' as it starts off the sentence and affords it more emphasis. Very important textually speaking!

Anyway, how are you enjoying the repaired Surprise? Looks brilliant! Loads of things to be discovered! Suppose I can't say the vessel wasn't aptly named in the end.

Martha
Never did ask. How is old Knox recovering? Should I come in to see him, or have you and the doctors let him be released?

Meg
I had a chat with a friend not long ago. She mentioned you, said you'd encountered reapers. Given that we're from different universes, I must confess I am quite curious as to what they were like. Would you mind enlightening me a bit?

I've spent some interesting times in interesting places in my over 2,300 years travels, but I reckon that station had its fair share of experiences all on its own.

Has anyone noticed anything different since we left there?

So instead of being dead, I'm somehow transported here, to some space station at the end of whereverthefuckweare, and landed in some hotel, with credit from I don't know who, and what? Everyone on this thing is from the same boat? Or ship?

How the fuck does a reality just stop existing?

[Filtered to Meredith and Martha]

I found the hospital. The technology here is insane, it makes Suri look colonial. You guys might want to get here. They're actually like. . .offering to show me how to use some of this stuff and I might need moral support, here.

The people here are rude. Several threatened to eat me in a language that I'm told is Zhorish, but only half that number sexually propositioned me. One also offered me food, but she seemed confused when I informed her I have no need of sustenance.

I would suggest traversing the station armed. For your own safety.

Uhm, so I think maybe I'm dreaming, but I'm pretty sure I am in space, and like any real modern person should, I turn to Facebook first to figure out what's going on.

But anyway, I'm Peter Parker, and thought I'd say hello before I wake up in the middle of class with my teacher glaring down at me.

FILTER: Suri
Suri! Hello! Good news for you, I think. Ship's in a workable state. We've collectively managed to tidy up, salvage the engines and I expect other me's tended to life support as planned by now.  There's one more thing I'd like to do. The ship needs better repairs than what we can manage like this. I'm going to give the ship a lift so that you can better conserve power. That all right with you?

FILTER: Rose, Jack, Martha, Zev, Castiel (celestialintent), Amy, Clara, Eleven
I'm going to need your help very soon. All of you. Get shifting to my TARDIS. Left her in the observation deck.

Chinny, hope you're ready for a bit of nostalgia. Don't think we'll need two TARDISes for the job, so I do hope you'll suffer my apter choice in interior for a ride!

You're all brilliant. Absolutely outstanding. If I see you in the halls, I'm going to hug you.

Well, it looks like I've arrived at either the right, or the wrong time. Wherever and whenever that might be! Captain Jack Harkness here, and wondering if anyone has any clues as to what's going on, and if anyone is aware there appears to be a very large hole in the side of this ship?

FILTER: Bowtie
This ship needs our help, I'm sure you understand. Might I suggest we split the tasks accordingly? Well, going to anyway, but I would appreciate the assist, Doctor.

FILTER: Companions (his+Eleven's!), Zev, and Castiel (celestialintent)
Do let me know you're all in one piece as soon as you can.

Hello, Surprise! As you know, we appear to have been egregiously injured and in urgent need of aiding Suri in massive repairs. A ship this size isn't ideal for collisions, but she's got something going for her: there's me! And the new-new me. Better yet, there's all of you. Time is of the essence, you can imagine. If you don't mind, I'd like to organise the lot of you for the places that would need you the most.

Whatever skills you've got, technological or otherwise, tell me now. No matter how useless you think it may be, I need to know. Every single one of you is important. You're all briliant, clever sorts capable of more than I imagine even you realise. Your assistance is invaluable to me and this ship that's salvaged us from certain nonexistence.


Doctors, I don't expect I have to ask you to stay with Suri, but do let me know if there's any curious or sudden changes in her condition.

Collision experienced at approximately 12:00 A.M. Night cycle interrupted. Injured passengers should report directly to the Med Bay in the common area.

Port side sensors failed. Running diagnostic...

Damage in Sectors 7, 18, and 36. Cabins depressurized and sealed. Oxygen levels low in Sector 3. Minor technical damage in Engine Room 1. Repairs and calibrations are needed.

Requesting assistance...

All secondary and tertiary systems going offline. Conserving power.

Please remain calm until further instruction is given.

All right, not knowing where I am in space or time, that I can handle, but collapse of the multiverse sounds a tad problematic. I don't suppose I'm going to be lucky enough that someone will tell me the introductory message is simply overdramatic.

Really, someone please tell me that. I might have lived through a year that didn't actually happen, but at least everyone was mostly fine once we fixed things.

I'm Martha Jones, by the way. I don't suppose there's any chance my family's here, too?