TARDIS Communication Network

[Voice Post]

[The Doctor can be heard shouting rather loudly. In the background, something mechanical can be heard whirring loudly.]

ALL RIGHT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, BIPEDAL AND QUADRUPEDAL ALIKE! LISTEN TO ME! I NEED YOU TO STOP WHATEVER POINTLESS, TRIVIAL, HUMAN THING YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THIS IS IMPORTANT!

[He stops shouting, his voice growing calmer but still remaining relatively upbeat]

Right, now that I have your attention! I would like to talk about something very important. For those of you who are new here, and those of you who have more than likely forgotten, we are en route to some ... well, place. Some place very dangerous. Actually, it's a prison planet. But not to worry! You should all be safe here.

[He claps his hands together loudly]

Now! Let's see. What do I need to tell you? Well, I don't expect any of you to actually leave the TARDIS when we land. That would be rather stupid, now wouldn't it? [he laughs.] What with it being a prison world and all. But if you do! And I cannot stress this enough! Do. not. Get. Caught.

Now we are going to this prison planet for a good reason. And this really has to be done, we need to do this. There are people here who need our help. Not only that but this trip could lead to you lot eventually getting home! And what could be better than that? Right?!

[He pauses, his voice grows more sombre]

I'm sorry it had to come to this. I really am. I didn't want to put any of you lot at risk. Just, stay on the TARDIS. Please. You'll be safe here. I'll go out there on my own if I have to but I have to do this. I can't ignore this any longer... it's gone on for long enough. All of it. Slayer cannot be allowed to continue like this. And these people... well they deserve better than a SLA prison cell. Just stay here and you will be okay, I promise you. This TARDIS... and mine. They'll protect you. And so will I...

The broadcast cuts out]

( OOC Information )

So much pain, so much fear. Flux floods the ship, taking on strange shapes. Nothing makes sense...

(Sits Up rapidly)

"Hello? This isn't Urahara Shop..."

(roles over to find a communicator of some sort)

"hello? if anyone can hear me? Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, anyone...i will find you.I must find you."

Well this was a new one even for me. I Tried my Radio but all I got was Static and there were no discernible markings that I could recognise to help me ascertain where I was.

I fear this may have had something to do with Merlin's weapon or it could be Ardia or the Ori trying to stop me from creating Merlin's Weapon, I'll need to leave that thought for the time being and try to find a way back like a Stargate or somehow get in contact with the Daedalus or Stargate command and get them to beam me back.

If anyone out there can point me to a subspace communicator or if you could shed some light on what has happened and where I am that was be just great.

[Voice Post.]

All right, that's it! If anyone here knows anything about the psychopath in white, speak now! He about took my bloody head off!

Why hasn't anyone found a way to control this situation yet? Why isn't he locked up somewhere?! I can't be expected to do everything around here, now can I?! We could always chuck him out somewhere. I know a lovely little planet he'd feel right at home on. Or we could let him clean out the Cannibal sector on Mort, make him more useful!

Does anyone know if I can get some of those moving pictures to play in the infirmary? I think it would help the patients pass the time.

- C. Bush.

[Video Post - The voice transmition sounds crackly. It definitely sounds like he's moving around a lot. And talking to something or someone.]

Merry... something! No, Christmas! Yes, that's it. What do you mean I was supposed to post this days ago? Well I don't know, do I?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE BLOODY HOLIDAY EXISTED UNTIL A FEW DAYS AGO! Honestly!

Right, I know I've been doing a lot of these voice posts. Yes, I know, but they're much easier for me to do on the go. I've a busy man. Got lot's to do, all the time! Have to keep moving! Right! Still working, very hard I might add, on a way to get you lot home. If my calculations are right I can get the TARDIS to land on a planet. An actual planet! Yes! Not the sort for shore leave or any of that but an actual planet. All right, well prison world... but still! We do have a very important task ahead of us. Look I'll give everyone more information soon but in the mean time I really need to go back to work...

[Crash, bang zzzzttt!]

Would you please... shut up for ONE MINUTE!

[He moves to turn the machine off. But it doesn't switch off. The video turns off, leaving just the audio recording.]

Would you stop that! Please, just leave that alone!

[There is a mechanical whirring sound in the background, followed by a variety of clicks and clacks.]

Look, how many times do I have to tell you, it doesn't exist anymore! It's gone! Now just shut up and keep... beeping... We have some people to rescue. Some clues to find. God only knows what's really there if River's interested in it!

[There is another mechanical noise. And then a voice follows. It sounds robotic and strange... horrible, like a Dalek, but somewhat disconnected - "Gallifrey! Gallifrey! The path leads to Gallifrey! One day to fix, one life to mend!"]

No it does not! Gallifrey is gone! Gallifrey did not fall in a day. Nothing does.

It's not like I can look back and say, "Yes, I remember the day that Gallifrey fell" because that would be a lie. I remember each and every day it took for his armies to slaughter each and every one of my people. They were never laid to rest. They were butchered! Their great works brought down around them, their genius stolen for the greater machine. It crumbled and fell apart piece by piece until everything was gone. A shell of its former glory. Each day and each night tore my world to pieces... and then there was nothing. Nothing more than a floating orb, barely spinning on its axis, an example to others who dared pay attention before that same demise came to lay waste to them.

Oh, he made his point alright. He made his mark on a universe too young to understand. But you! You should know better! You should understand! Oh mark my words, Deserter! I will make sure Mr Slayer does not win this time. These people will reurn home, so stop making such stupid suggestions!

[He slams his hand on the comm device and it shorts out. End transmission]

This is not Portland. That much is obvious. Now, what do you hope to gain in taking me like this?

I did not sign up for a crazy space odyssey.

I need to go back home. Right now. You can't just kidnap people.

To the Doctors and Medical staff:

There is something I need which I'm sure you have in stock. The device is common in the future, from what I understand, and I'm willing to trade on your terms for it. I obviously don't have money but there are others things I could barter.

What am I doing here? And where is here?

Does anyone want to help me set up a Christmas tree and decorate a little bit? Maybe it will feel a little more like home.

Does anyone have a 9-pin socket they could donate?

Also, my cat has eaten most of the koi in the garden pond. I propose breeding those that are left if there is no extra stock to replace them.

I know this is not where I meant to come... what is this place? Cara? Russell?

To those in charge:

I have been told that the abductions were a result of this ship being broken. Since it is a sophisticated space vessel with inter-dimensional travel capabilities I hypothesize it must be run by a complex computer matrix of some kind. Am I correct?

[Video Post]
Kyoraku is sitting with his back leaning against the wall, holding a small ceramic cup in his left hand, is right sitting upon a pair of sheathed swords laying across his lap.

"So... erm, hello?" He gives a very relaxed, short wave to the camera with his right hand.

"I've explored a little around this place and stumbled upon a drinking establishment of some kind, no one was around so I have helped myself to some Sake."

Kyoraku looks away from the camera and raises the cup to his lips, taking a sip while he mumbles, "I hope that isn't going to be a problem for someone."

He looks back into the camera and gives a friendly, though slightly cheeky smile.

"I haven't met anyone else yet but I've heard voices over this communication device. I don't know what this place is and since I was brought here against my will I can only assume something serious is going on."

Kyoraku's expression and voice changes, taking on a more serious tone. "I don't like it when things have to be taken seriously, it spoils my mood."

He raises the cup to his mouth, taking another drink before smiling again.

"So, since we must have a serious conversation I would much rather do so over a drink and in person. Perhaps the person responsible, or even those who can give an explanation of what's happening will be willing to join me here and talk things over."

He reaches behind the camera, bringing forward a clay pot with a small cork in it. Sitting his cup down next to another on the table in front of him he pours out a second cup of the clear liquid and slides it toward the camera. "I'll be waiting."

[Transmission Ends]

This is becoming increasingly unacceptable. I have concerns that must be dealt with in a timely manner that cannot be done here. I refuse to allow myself and my family to be contained like this without information. I demand at least the respect of an intelligent explanation and the opportunity to examine the problem myself.

We need to talk. I... I need your help. And you need mine.

What is this... mirror... door... thing... and what the hell is it doing here? Who gave you the fucking right to peer into people's brains? I want to know who is responsible NOW!

I'm not sure everyone is understanding the severity of the situation with Kai being aboard. He may seem harmlessly quirky, sometimes even pleasant. But I assure you from years of experience that he is not. He is a psychopath whose goal is to destroy time and with it as many universes as possible. This one, yours, mine. That is what he does: erases lives and worlds.

He will offer you a pleasant facade and a wish. Don't accept either. His Imagin grant wishes in destructive ways which you, the contract holder, do not and will not want. And there is always a price--- no exceptions. That wish will cost you your strongest memory and that memory open a gateway into your past where he will go to destroy. Kai is the most powerful being on this ship. And yes, that includes you, Doctors. He is almost a TARDIS himself. A hateful, single-minded TARDIS that is piloted by madness.

I know many of you will be sceptical. But this is the truth. If you can, don't let him near you. Especially close enough to touch. Don't let him seduce you with powerful promises. Don't offer to assist him in any way. He is cunning and can construct chains of events over years. Stay as far from him as you can and remember that he intends to obliterate every single one of you.