War Is Coming Communications.

Okay, I did NOT drink that much last night.

Or else I'm still drunk. That would explain why I've been wandering for twenty minutes and can't find a way out of here. And why I'm posting on...what is this, a blog? A thingie.

Also, hot guy I woke up with, don't take it personally, but you are WAY too old for me, do you even think about those things? You could've been tossed in jail! Hope you were at least satisfied, now don't go picking up teen girls again.

Men. Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em!



(ooc: forward dated slightly to morning time!)

Poor poor TARDIS has been overrun by many naked humans. Send help, or booze. I'll accept either.

So many bloody people on my ship I can't even
trapped and

No one remove the bananas in the console room, they're an experiment of delicious flavour.


[ooc: note-when they walk in each banana has a tag of emotions on it in jars. There are about ten with different human emotions. One is entirely rotted but its in a jar and has no tag at all' The Doctor is bored and testing things at random. idk.]

I'm not ready to see him yet.

Hello!  I'm the Doctor!

I found this, it looks interesting.  Anyone know why I disappeared from my TARDIS and appeared in a graveyard, in the middle of a blizzard?

Rose is home. It's her. Bad Wolf is gone. I sense none of the Vortex but I don't know how to fix human emotions. I usually just travel and she fixes. I don't know if that'll work this time. I don't know what'll work.

Okay. Now that I'm awake and allowed to move around again, can someone fill me in on what I missed from the end of the battle until now?

[FILTERED TO JACK HARKNESS]

You know, I'm pretty sure the vampire blood has left my system by now. You can let me help you.

[FILTERED TO CONNOR TEMPLE]

Been pretty out of it all week, tell me you're okay, please.

Alright, as we've all seen by now, we're preparing for this fight. And where there are fights, there are injuries. I agree with Khan that at least one of us should remain here. House? My first thought is you. Unless you have objections, with your leg I think your skills are best suited for here.

How do the rest of you feel? I'm not going to demand anyone go if they're not confident in their abilities. I've trained with UNIT, a military UN Force at home, warzones are not new to me. Enough for me to know that I will never take anyone there who isn't prepared for it.

[Filtered to friends]

If I end up having to treat any of you on the battlefield, I will be pissed off. Yes, Jack, that includes you. Rose, how are you feeling?

[Filtered to Tony DiNozzo]

48 hours. Got any idea what we might do in that time?

The answers in war are never simple. I believe we can all agree, however, that it is time. We move. Now.

Detroit, Michigan is 801 miles away. Do we have a way to transport an army to this point? As many as are willing to fight with us. The front lines will, of course, take on Lucifer himself. He will be surrounded by supporters attempting to stop what we intend to do, and that is where the others will come in. Exorcise if you can, if there is time, but we may no longer have a choice. When under attack, quick thinking and intelligent decisions need to be made. Self-sacrifice is not an option unless it becomes a requirement.

You all have a part to play in this, and I would prefer to not deal with any bickering or in fighting. We stand together or we do not stand at all. You may choose to trust me or you may hate me, but you will follow or we will lose. And losing is not something I do well.

If you are all ready and willing to stand together to end this once and for all, we leave in forty-eight hours. Find transport and soon. Further strategy information will come, and suggestions will be looked at. I am not unreasonable and any help will be welcomed.

[Sam Winchester]

You, however, tie up your loose ends and go ahead of us. Do what it is you need to do. We will be there as your backup if needed. Jacen will accompany you and distract Lucifer to give you your edge on him.

[Jacen]

Stay in touch. Do what needs to be done and let me know how it's going. If we don't have to move this weak and somewhat pathetic army at all, even better.

Right. So this is going to be my first Christmas as a married woman, and the first Christmas in over a century of my family being together.

So, I am not happy with the whole friends of mine, people I love, being in pain thing, let alone the world's biggest diva brat with family issues (and I say this as the sister of Niklaus Mikaelson) still threatening all of us. I want this to be over. How do we make it be over?

[Rose, Hermione, Jo, Dean, Lexi and Ellen and anyone else experiencing the pain surges]
So. Let's brain storm. What is it you all have in common? We figure that bit out and just maybe we get very lucky and can stop the pain.

Are you native or not?
Who have you all been speaking to right before this happened?
Have you spoken to him? Lucifer. I mean.




[filtered to Lucifer]
Why them?

Rose, Hermione, Jo, Ellen, Dean, Lexi, Castiel, what do they all have that you want?

How many of you are in physical pain?

How can we fix this nightmare? Bit tired of it already. Thought I saw a while back when reading over things there was someone who could fix dreams. I duno bout anyone else but I'm about done reliving my worst days. Lets talk fixes.

Dream walkers, dream changers, go. Anything you got. Give it a whirl. Just try.

Really getting tired dreaming of the things I've done that I regret.

Someone want to explain how I was catapulted nearly twenty years into the future? And what happened to Angel Grove?

Right then, might be new to this place but it seems our priorities are a bit backwards at the moment. Should we be preparing for some sort of backlash rather than debating who gets Hells Crown? seems to me that can wait at least until later. Otherwise we're probably gonna die. How exactly do you all prepare here? Is there some sort of order or just madness generally?

It's good to know that at what is potentially the end of all things, rabid fans still exist.

Note to self-it's been just over a week. Dinner out with the Tennant-face might have been less than a good idea.

Note to self 2-start working out again. I'm exhausted!

I've been thinking.

I mean I've seen the future, so have some of you. I win, so, I win. But lets run with a hypothetical for a second. I do enjoy those.

You somehow lock me back up, every lock on the cage, every seal slips back into place. Including 33. That's the one that acted up in a way no one expected. Brought you all here when it opened.

Ruby and Sam would be fine, the abomination they spawned, Jo, she'd be fine, her girls too. Dean, well, he'd lose the one girl that ever lasted more than a drunk weekend but he'd get over it, that's what booze is for, right?

But what about the little fairytale, what about the bun in Romanoff's oven, or the sith girl, or Lady Locksley who by all rights should be dead in what you so laughingly used to call the holy land. What about those of you who go back to die, or those who found love across worlds. The fixed point in time and the solider assigned to protect the team that die around him, (Actually Harkness, is that what you saw in him) the vampire and the littlest Bennett, the doctor and the mess, Jaina Solo and...oh wait, he left you already, never mind.

Giving up a lot just to lock me away, aren't you?

I'm BORED. The TARDIS needs some love. She been stationary bit long now.

I basically, so badly, want this to be a real thing somewhere. Their little legs!