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Mar. 22nd, 2008


[info]themasterreborn

Open to all! (Party thread, part deux)

((A place to put more threads, since some people are having trouble with loading large pages))

Feb. 17th, 2008

[info]ex_ninth542

Open

He'd left, surprisingly enough; never knew he'd lost any time. He went to earth. He met a girl named Rose. He traveled with her, he moved on. He brought her to see her father before he died.

He watched her create a paradox and was destroyed by it.

Into the belly of the monster and. Out into a hotel lobby. Everything rushed back and he groaned, "Bollocks."

Feb. 12th, 2008


[info]themaster

Open (Koschei) - finished

The Master wandered along the main street, idly contemplating plans for the party he and the other Master had talked about throwing for the residents of the town. It was something to keep his mind occupied until he could find the Doctor and get rid of the drums.

What he really needed was a party shop, with decorations and balloons and party poppers and things.

Like... that one up ahead, maybe. He walked up and gazed into the window.

Feb. 2nd, 2008

[info]earth_defender

Open

Rose continued to walk down the street of what seemed to be earth though not her earth as she paused momentarily to look up at the sky, taking note of the missing zeppelins. A small smile started to form on her face, "I actually did it." Though what year this was, was still a mystery. "Mmm...guess I better find a newspaper." She said to herself and kept moving forward.

Jan. 23rd, 2008


[info]justasnoble

Professor Yana

Koschei ambled down the streets, hands in his pockets as he whistled happily to himself. He'd slipped back out into his reality, returned to Gallifrey, ran a few duties that the High Council had for him to attend to, only to fall back into this place just as he was leaving Galsec Seven. Koschei was, quite frankly, relieved for the break.

Jan. 12th, 2008

[info]bravernow

Open

Gwen ran her hand over her forehead as she looked up and down the unfamiliar street. Where was she? "Think Gwen," she commanded, her hand reaching down to rest at the hilt of her gun. "Where were you just now?"

She and Owen had heard there was a few people hiding out in a factory. They were going to see if they wanted to seek shelter somewhere slightly safer. What had happened? She looked around for Owen, she nearly shouted for him but then she remembered. Shouting brings attention, attention brings the Toclafane.

That's how they had lost Tosh.

"Don't think about her right now."

She took a deep breath and sat down on a nearby curb. It wasn't often that Gwen had let her guard down but this was just too confusing.

Jan. 10th, 2008


[info]justasnoble

Becky's Ten

Koschei had decided that, if he had to be stuck no-where and no-when with a TARDIS unable to escape either, he had best make the most of it. At least things looked comfortable enough. All of the necessary items as well as a few little niceties that would have made things easier for some people around. Slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked, a soft smile on his face as he took in a town clearly modeled after 21st century Earth, complete with little computer terminals for information on the surrounding areas, his grin widened as he spotted a familiar figure.

"I should have known you'd be here, you big galoot!" Koschei called to the turned back as he closed the distances between them, wrapping his arms around the Doctor's waist and picking him up, spinning him around a bit before setting him back on his feet and turning him so that they were facing as he laughed and clapped the Doctor on the shoulders, beaming. "So, no-where and no-when, huh? Quite the trip."

[info]justasnoble

Open

The sounds of a TARDIS materalizing where unmistakable. But unlike the other TARDISes that were hanging about this place, as it landed, the appearance shifted to blend into the landscape, taking on the appearance of a lightpost outside of one of the shops. Despite the unfamiliarity of the TARDIS, the man that stepped out of it would have been a well known face to many of those in these parts.

That was, if he wasn't wearing a leather jacket and a shirt that looked like a reject from a 70s thrift store.

And if the smile on his face hadn't been quite so sincere.

Taking a deep breath, he spun, taking in the town from every angle before giving a slight laugh and petting the lightpost, "Getting a little off, are we, my dear? This doesn't look like Traken at all."