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1_who_lived (1_who_lived) wrote in timerift_log,
@ 2022-02-27 13:02:00

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dw: the doctor (13), hp: harry potter, hp: ron weasley, mcu: james barnes, mcu: tony stark, ₴ inactive: the doctor (11)

Log: Welcome to Cardiff!
Who: Doctor (13), Doctor (11), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and OPEN (starting characters)
What: Arrival!
When: January 27th, 1999
Where: The Rift (Cardiff, Wales)

It had only been a couple of months since they’d come through the Rift, yet the Ministry had done much in a short amount of time. After a few little, tiny, not-so-serious misunderstandings (this was an under-exaggeration), the Doctor had managed to talk sense into the current Minister of Magic regarding her presence and what it might mean for the world- universe, actually. Not to mention how obliviating her never really went well (well, memory loss was always bad for the Doctor. Crazy stories there). She’d just managed to get them calm when the rift opened again- proving her theory correct as another being came through- none other than herself.

That was when the real adventure had begun. Between their two (brilliant) minds, she and her 11th (12th?) incarnation had started to piece together what was happening- or an idea of what was happening. More importantly, they’d both concluded the same thing: whatever was going on would keep happening. Until they could close it. There was going to be an unpredictability to it, and it was probably going to take a little more time to fix than they’d all initially hoped.

It was a beautiful, crisp winter morning in Cardiff. With both Doctors manning a ‘post’ so to speak, the Rift had started acting up and both magical folks and Doctors could feel it.

And 13 (as she’d started referring to herself) had waited eagerly next to her bow-tied younger incarnation, staring at the device they’d constructed that helped to predict this very occurrence.

“Are you sure that thing works?” Harry Potter muttered from behind them, standing next to his best friend looking a bit weary of it all. The young Auror had been assigned to this particular case after expressing his interest in the Rift. From what little he could get out of the Ministry, it seemed that the mysterious doorway was from an unmagical source. While there were several Unspeakables now assigned to the case, they also believed having a security force on hand would prove useful. Just in case.

Enter volunteers Harry Potter and Ron Weasley- fresh-faced from graduating from their training and eager to prove themselves, the two seemed happy to help (well, Harry did, given his inability to look away from a mystery sometimes- and a possible connection it had to his dearly disappeared godfather. But now, as they waited, he couldn’t help but feel a twist in his stomach as they waited.

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ron_weasley
2022-02-28 03:48 am UTC (link)

Ron was, in fact, not sure of anything, other than the fact that this particular assignment was not going the way he had expected. He had always imagined himself rounding up Death Eaters and dark wizards, not standing around and staring at bit of pavement. But this seemed important to Harry and so Ron tried to make it important to him. Even though the Muggle doctors were always getting in their way. He still wasn't clear on what their deal was. Sometimes he thought they were brother and sister, but then other times, they bickered like they were something else. Most of the time, he had no idea what they were talking about. He needed Harry as his Muggle translator.

"Bloody hell, Harry, don't get them started again," he whispered to his mate. The last thing he needed to hear was another explanation of what exactly that device was supposed to do.

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1_who_lived
2022-02-28 05:18 am UTC (link)

Harry empathized with his friend. Really. But he had always been too curious for his own good, and he'd often found himself asking questions that could get him into trouble. Case in point, asking the Doctors how any of this worked for the third or fourth time. He knew he'd regret it, but he still wanted to at least try to understand.

Where was Hermione when they needed her?

"Of course, it works! It's working now- I think," the female Doctor hit the side of the box-like device again with a slight frown. Harry visibly winced and glanced at Ron with a worried expression then whispered.

"Just...be ready for anything, yeah?"

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cutsthewire
2022-02-28 05:06 am UTC (link)

The Rift was acting up. And if the Doctors and Unspeakables had been monitoring it on the day the Doctors first arrived, they would have noticed the same sort of readings. Someone was coming.

A bright light that could have been blue—or was it gold?—flashed in the very same spot both of the Doctors had appeared a couple months before. Out of the light stepped a man with his hand raised to his forehead, shielding his eyes. As soon as his feet were resting firmly on the ground, the Rift flare disappeared without a trace. The newcomer cast a cursory glance at the small group gathered nearby, and tapped an ornament on his chest. In a matter of seconds, he was completely encased in a suit of armor. As the face plate descended over his eyes and mouth, a slightly tinny voice called out, "It's been a long day, fellas. I'm not really in the mood."

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1_who_lived
2022-02-28 05:23 am UTC (link)

Thirteen's eyes had gone wide and the curious expression on her face grew into a large smile. She was practically beaming as she saw the read-outs and her eyes met the 11th version of herself with a bit of glee. "Alright, I think it might be a good idea to step aside. Just a bit." She was trying to advise the wizards of what to do, but their calculations were just a bit off.

Because as soon as she said it, the man came through, landing on his feet and looking more than a bit offset. Harry had reached for his wand, and the Doctor quickly put her hands up between Harry and the newcomer, trying to indicate this was not the time to pose a threat- but it was too late.

Before she even had a chance to greet him, the man was suddenly encased in a metal suit and the Doctor's ace went from concerned to..intrigued. She lowered her arms, staring at it and tilting her head. This was new. For a second, her thoughts went to Cybermen- but this wasn't like any she'd seen before. No. Probably not that.

Harry, in the meantime, had gotten his wand out. It was training. And instinct. But he hadn't raised it. Instead, he stared at the man in the metal suit with some trepidation as the Doctors did the talking.

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notoneday
2022-03-01 04:53 am UTC (link)

As Thirteen directed the wizards, Eleven rubbed his hands together, and with a huge grin, said "Here we go," with all the excitement of a child about to unwrap an enormous pile of gifts. That alone was reason enough for Ron to go for his wand. As the Rift opened, he point it at the man who stepped out, but promptly lowered it when he looked over and noticed that Harry had not. When he turned to look back at the newcomer, the man was encased in some kind of armor. He glanced back at Harry with eyes widened and shot him a look that said, "You sure we don't want to take aim at this bloke?"

Meanwhile, Eleven was marveling at the armor. "Oh, that's impressive. Love all the..." he made a few showy gestures in a poor imitation of the materialization of suit. "I'll bet that's a crowd pleaser where you're from." He looked over at Thirteen. "Did you see that?" he asked pointlessly. Diffusing a situation with banter was a tried and true method. But then he turned back around, sonic screwdriver in hand, and pointed it at Tony. It emitted a green light and a strange sound, and immediately after, Tony's armor began to peel away are return to its housing. The Doctor tossed the sonic into the air, caught it without looking, then slid it inside his jacket pocket again. "Shall we try that again without all the soldiery bits?"

Tony's response had been to press the housing unit for his armor a second time and a third, but nothing happened. "Did I mention I'm not in the mood?" he said again, his voice maintaining the calm annoyance it had before, but the furrow in his brow betrayed his growing uneasiness.

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oh_brilliant
2022-03-06 01:54 am UTC (link)

Harry didn't say anything to his friend regarding what was happening, but he did give him a look that spoke volumes between the two for them. Let's see. Not a yes. Not a no. They would wait for the right time, and they'd react as needed. For now, shooting first and asking questions later didn't really seem like a reasonable solution. Not until they were sure the newcomer was a threat.

"I did. Very metal..y. Kind of reminds me of the Kablam man- but angrier."
Thirteen let Eleven do the talking as he defused the situation with the sonic, smiling as suddenly Tony's face was revealed again since he probably didn't expect that. When Tony tried to bring it back up, Thirteen shook her head. "Yeah, that's not gonna work right now. Sorry, we're not big fans of goin' the hard way first. I'm the Doctor, by the way. And this is also the Doctor. What did you say your name was?"

Meanwhile, Harry had taken a step forward after glancing at Ron, his wand still lowered as he studied the new man, waiting for a good time. If the Ministry knew that they were letting these two run the show, they'd probably get an earful. Not that he or Ron had a choice right now- the Doctors had a way of taking control.

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	cutsthewire 2022-03-08 05:37 am UTC (link)
	"I didn't," Tony replied dismissively, evidently unimpressed by the Doctors and their defense as offense strategy. It was only then that he noticed Harry and Ron stepping forward. Any and all restraint departed him in that instant. His face scrunched up with emotion as his eyes locked on Harry. "Pete?" His voice was pained yet hopeful. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

1_who_lived
2022-03-09 03:55 am UTC (link)

Harry had noticed the man staring at him, not exactly a new thing for the poor man who stood there looking back at the stranger. He was used to getting recognized as the "Boy Who Lived", but the name that came out of the metal man's mouth was different. And Harry looked a little confused.

"No. It's Harry, Sir. Harry Potter. I'm an auror with the Ministry of Magic." He stepped forward a bit, his wand now at his side, hoping that greeting the man might help break the tension.

"There's no need to be alarmed- these uh, the Doctors are just trying to help. You're in Cardiff, Wales. 1999. We're not really sure what's going on, but the Ministry sent my friend Ron and I to help explain the situation."

Thirteen, meanwhile, watched Eleven for a moment, waiting to see how the not-cyberman would respond, but hoping for the best. Probably best to let Harry take it from here.

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	cutsthewire 2022-03-10 03:55 am UTC (link)
	As Harry's words registered, the hope drained from Tony's face. But then he smiled, a manic kind of a smile that grew wider as he spoke. "Wow. Wales, is it? This is joke. Some kind of sick, cosmic joke." And as if to punctuate that remark, the Rift rumbled and out popped his parents' assassin. (Reply to this) (Parent)

james barnes; through the front door of a bakery in queens, ny.

russki
2022-03-01 09:18 pm UTC (link)

It'd been the day before the parades started in Louisiana and as a thank you for putting up with him over the past couple of years, James had headed out early back down in Queens to get a King Cake. He'd promised the month before at New Years that he'd sit around with him and watch one of the parades (James couldn't remember which one) and FaceTime with him, Sarah and the kids. That was how the day was supposed to go and would round into a late, lazy night with the two of them assuring his sister that they'd be there for Easter.

With all those thoughts long in his head the night before, James was up and out of his place by 4am, ready to line up around the block for the cake in question. There were about four places that had good King Cake in New York and the place he'd found out about was an old Southern bakery that was run by the granddaughter of the granddaughter of somebody who was one of the bakers down in Gambino's,.

James hadn't slept much the night before, not that it was a surprise, but if nothing else the day that was laid out for him had a lot of promise and felt like he'd get a good night after the fact. He grabbed up the leather jacket and put on his boots, had five arguments inside of his head about whether or not he should bother with carrying while he was out. On the one hand, he could be stopped and searched at any given point and there was nothing he could do about it, but on the other hand, he could be stopped and searched at any given point and there was nothing he could do about it.

While correcting his paranoia and PTSD was going to take something of several lifetimes to unpack, James was taking some strides to not be the guy in the hoodie with the knife in his sleeve - now he had a jacket and was mostly comfortable leaving the STI 10 in favor of an old ghost that got the job done in the Gerber Mark II strapped to the inside of his boot. So today was a day that the gun stayed at his apartment and the knife went on a walk with him. His phone in the left inner breast pocket of his jacket and remembering his wallet and keys, the morning wasn't so bad. The outside was brisk and bitter and still dark when he made it to Queens, only maybe five people ahead of him, and by the time the bakery had opened, the line was as expected around the block..

By the time he got inside, there was still a considerable stack of cakes left - some still being pulled fresh from the oven to be iced and set out with gaudy edible sugar and foils. He'd put the order in the week before, so he didn't have to spend much time, on the inside. Tipping the staff before making his way back to the big, glass swinging door where a small sea of humanity was still waiting in the cold, James was telling them to have a nice day and that he'd appreciated it, his head turned away from the door. This was a mistake. The air smelled like metal, gunpowder and the thick, sweet scent of sugar burning on the pan. When his right foot had started to step through the door, he was caught in a swirling, deep blue and sparking vortex that would grab and pull him through, cake and all.

The scant seconds where he was no where at all felt like time was being drawn out over a table, stretched thin and then bunched back up again when he felt ground under his feet again. The passing clouds over a kind of subdued midday sun that was grey around the edges in a cooler, damper climate when he was all but spat out. The cake box tied up and pristine in it's bag, held on tightly by his left hand. James was then keenly aware that the gun would have been better than the knife. Seeing the giddy science types first, his jaw and his right hand holding the bag with the cake box clenching and holding tight while he tried to parse together where he'd landed. It was always another fucking thing.

Then, the double take - he wasn't there alone with the science types, there were kids (weren't there always?) and off toward the side middle, the gleam of the barely there sun sparkled off tellingly gold armor. The take held, his eyes widening a little with some surprise. Who the hell got that out of storage?

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