War Is Coming Communications.

flickering and fading. solid but disappearing. not much time anymore. the tightening of the holds of time continue. the present will return to its normal self, we will all vanish. the memories will remain here the choices will be made. whatever is chosen its okay. be happy because pain will always return. let the singing stars guide you through the screaming.

i will not let time collapse on itself and i wont look back until i am free to chase the morning.

strands of time pulling and tugging and tightening. the splintering continues but is mending. vanishing. the steps.

footsteps forever imprinted long after we go.

time forever altered now. memories last the pain and joy and meetings.

this is the way our world ends, not with a bang but a whisper.

the spinning of the planet is quickening. destruction reigns and laughter dies. pain pain so much pain. the choices one makes destroy a soul. its so very cold and loud. stars going out. stars being born. the singing and screaming and laughter and crying. feel the cold in the air, intermix the heat. do you see it? do you feel it? each step made is a step to a new life a new future. paths are being determined as they werent before.

kings and queens fall
the knight took up the stead
say yes and lead to death
say no and lead to heart ache

what is right when everything is wrong? why is it wrong when you think it is right?

destruction on the horizon. death and illness. the time has come the walrus said to speak of many things.

we are at war within our own hearts and minds. we are the catalyst.

beware the cyanide.

[Filtered to Parents of Missing Children]

I can try to locate your children, but I'll need information. Anything you can tell me, any genetic material you can give me, even if it's just a DNA swab from you, will help. I can't promise that I'll find them, but I can promise that I'll do everything in my power to locate them.

[Filtered to Whovians and TARDIS Residents]

I'll be in the archived coral theme control room if you need me.

THERE ARE DEATH EATERS TURNING INTO GIANT SPIDERS THAT ARE STORMING THE STREETS
THEYRE LIKE TRANSFORMINATORS WITH SHIA LABOOF BUT WORSE


[ooc: Annnnnnd poisoned!paranoid!Ron is worse!]

I have really got to stop getting lost in the TARDIS. You'd think I didn't know my own ship. Well, all right, it's a bit different than it was, but still ... Blimey. The things I miss happening right under my nose.

The last thing I want to do is incite a panic, but I think we also need to be sure that the bomb that just went off in the kitchen is the only one in the Complex. Can anyone do some kind of scan for explosives? The rest of us, anyone who wouldn't be hurt by a bomb blast should maybe start searching common areas and empty apartments in the meantime? This would be the perfect kriffing trap, drive us out into the street where any demon could attack us or stay here and get blown up.

Anyone else stuck wondering how long we're going to be here for?

I don't mind the visit, but it's becoming increasingly inconvenient.

Perhaps this time around, I can see this "Titanic" motion picture. Never actually got the full story on what happened other than it was apparently the worst maritime disaster to date in regards to loss of life? Oh the things one misses when they miss a century.

And though it seems that the rules of time with which I am familiar do not necessarily exist here, it is in my experience that the ink with which our lives are inscribed is indelible. I know that isn't exactly optimistic for those who seem to be trying to alter their own histories or futures, but it was my experience when I attempted it.


[OOC: Added filter after her comments with Troy.]

[Claudia]

Do you happen to know anything about a roleplaying game called Dungeons and Dragons?

2012 again? This trip was unexpected, but there are three Doctors here at least. Right, that said, on with the demon hunting.

The wheels are turning
Broken machinery
It grinds below us
And all around I see
The cracked ceilings
The old familiar halls
The dirty paper
That’s covering the walls

changes. people switched back to normal and not right. time is on a collision course. future made mistakes. present to fix. present to the dark future and that future confused. large changes. she's been outed by future information. the seams splintered and now are torn. we're all torn. how to decide what can be shared what cannot be? who makes that choice? the paradox just got worse.

the gaslight brings both life and death.

More my field than hers. Fine.

DAWN SUMMERS IS PLANNING TO TAKE INFORMATION FROM HER FUTURE LIFE AND LEAVE IT FOR HER YOUNGER SELF TO FIND. SHOULD ANYONE FIND THIS A SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY OR SOMETHING THAT SHOULD NOT HAPPEN  CAUSE OF TIME PARADOX CRAZY BAD CAN THEY PLEASE ADVISE ON HOW TO DEAL WITH IT. SHE ADMITTED AS MUCH TO ME THEN LIED AND RETRACTED IT SO RIGHT NOW A PSYCHIC WOULD BE AWESOME.

DO NOT LET HER THROW MONEY AT YOU OR SLEEP WITH YOU TO GET YOU TO BACK OFF. I WILL THROW AN EQUAL AMOUNT IF MONEY IS IMPORTANT TO YOU. I HOWEVER WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU.

Now can I get back to my future kid and leave this in someones capable hands?

So, mostly adjusted to arriving at the site of the apocalypse as one can be after a few days. And given skulking in the shadows on a regular basis wouldn't be fun for a job, does anyone know of a place I can work? In my world I'm a billionaire philanthropist playboy-acting crime fighter CEO who helped make a few dozen technological marvels for the betterment of mankind.

Anyone have a position or know of a position I'd be qualified for?

The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here,

be careful what you wish for the choices you make and words you speak. twisting and turning and burning. beware the cyanide. beware the anthrax. take up your cup and drink and prepare for the worst. things always go bad before they go good sometimes they stay bad. all the pain you cause, waiting. ticking away. do you hear it? listen listen think it through.

beware the serpent with sweet words, his promises and entertainment. trickle down effect. i know the secrets that you keep.

can you see the ripples? can you see the change? can you feel the wind in your heart and breath in your hair?

we're the paradox.

Lucifer + children = bad.

Bad + children = very bad.

No more bad. Okay?

Enjoying our little visit, are we?

2012. Great.

This is going to wreak havoc on my schedule.

I did it, it was all me! Feel free to shower me with your compliments now.

wrong, very wrong. too many time lines converging. one future two future red future blue future. Screaming. The pain of death and loss, the joy of laughter and the world won. So many possibilities yet not all of them.

15 February 2012. The past, the set past. We're changing it.