Is it just me or does anyone else feel alone when they know they are not?

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Who: 10th Doctor + Torchwood employees (Gwen, Rose, Jack, Nikola, Doctor 11, Doctor 6, Kioshi)
What: Papyrus and Darc getting introduced to Torchwood
When: 4/6
Where: Torchwood in Everglade
Warnings:

( Late late for an important date )

[The view might yaw around slightly, showing the interior of the entrance to the Bay, before it focuses on a handsome fellow with a 500 watr grin and blue eyes like the heart of a heart of a star.]

You'd think someone who's used as many different communication gadgets over so many ages would figure out a new one easily. [Said playfully, even teasingly.]

Hello there, good people of Genessia! Captain Jack Harkness, at yer service, though I've a few questions to ask as I sally forth: Most importantly, does anyone know if man who calls himself the Doctor has been hanging his coat here?

And less importantly, what's the best place to meet folks for a few drinks and maybe a bit more? [Said with his most charming smile.]

[There's a metal trash can on the screen and screaming exterimate over and over. While shooting a laser at a certain lanky Doctor with red sandshoes. Who is running - running for his life. Literally! He's not dying again from a Dalek. Once was too much. Ten's face pops onto the feed with the chaos in back happening]

This is The Doctor. If you see one of these creatures. They're called Daleks. Run! Just run from them. Thar made of dalekanium - thar only weak point is the -


[Feed goes fuzzy; in other words, the comm device got shot but don't worry, Ten is alright - for now]


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Who: 10th Doctor and those invited
What: Christmas Party
When: 12/25
Where: Tardis (in Memorial Park in Genessia)
Warnings:
Notes:

( Eat, drink and be merry )

Oi! Who do I sue for Intellectual Property theft, yeah?

Well... okay, I wasn't really gonna do Snowkemon for the Haunted House. It's more like whot... free competition? [POUTS.]

Anyway, the Haunted House in Everglade, all the ghosts are off playing in the snow, and so are half of my scientists, but we're still operational! It's not all about your worst fears or silly gimmicky stuff to make ya laugh! We have morbid Christmas time special goin' on for everyone with a really dark sense o' humor who needs an outlet this time o' year! Even liftin' the vampire restrictions!

And a reminder, we DO have hot - chocolate flavored blood. Um. Separate. Hot, and it's grown plasma on all chocolate. Like a... person that only ate chocolate, but without the diabetes and problems they'd get from it, yeah? And don't worry if that's not your thing! We've got a buncha other flavors so just about anyone can enjoy a meal with their friends, no matter what your restrictions, yeah?

So come on down~!
( Introducing Torchwood to 13 and 6 and vice versa )
[Action OTA: Snow Monsters]

[Rose doesn't have much TIME for playing in the snow, even if it IS the best thing ever and super fun, and WAY better than skiing on Mars -- not that she would know because every time the Doctor tried to take her there he FAILED! -- but she does go out to jog 12's new dire wolf pup: action dresses and ready for combat! In as much as Rose is "allowed" to be combat-ready with the Doctor as her soul mate. She carries her emergency backpack which has been updated to include first aid stuff (ever since 12's explosion in the void) hypothermia hot water bottles and frostbite treatments, a lighter and hairspray, and a bungee cord lasso because damn she could have REALLY used that to not fall into the void, right? Yes. And STONES of course. Though she's not really sure what to do with them.]

Oi! You all right there???

[Action]

If someone had been standing in the small cave filled with the glowing water and a single silver cocoon, their first inclination that the occupant had awoken would have been the very loud BANG, followed by the muffled shout of pain that came from inside. When the Doctor woke up, at least in this body, she tended to do so immediately. Doing so while contained within a small, metal egg without first looking to make sure your head wasn't aimed directly for the lid was a quick way to give yourself one hell of a rude awakening.

She groaned, more in frustration then any actual pain, nursing her forehead for a moment before she looked up with bleary eyes, confusion worming it's way into her gaze as her surroundings became clear.

Alright, first thing; not the TARDIS. She couldn't feel the familiar vibrations, nor could she feel the telepathic connection that told her she was home. That was, obviously, her most immediate concern, but not the only one. Second thing; Ryan, Yaz, and Graham certainly couldn't fit into this tiny pod with her. Their own pods? Still on the TARDIS?

"Hullo? Guys?" She waited, listening, fifteen breaths, but no answer came. So, either not within earshot or able to hear her from outside the pod. She shifted where she lay, first noticing the soft silks that lined the thing. Meant for comfort? Or as decoration. The fact that the thing resembled some sort of coffin didn't go unnoticed, but she certainly didn't remember dying, not that her memory could be depended on 100% of the time. There had been enough times in the past when the Doctor had been caught unawares and not been able to remember it afterward.

The next thing, or things, she noticed were the items that tumbled from her chest as she moved, dropping onto the cushion beneath her. She frowned, shifting to reach for them and press against the top with her other arm, finding it easy enough to open, when one weren't bearing all of their weight and momentum into their forehead as they sat up abruptly. The lid of the thing removed, she clambered out, landing in ankle deep water, her nose curling as she felt it sinking into her boots and soaking her socks all the way through.

"Oh, lovely. The least you could have done would be to leave me a pair of wellies." She snatched the items from inside, tucking them under her arm as she turned to stare at the area around her, eyes dazzled as they adjusted to the dim light and the bright lights coming from the water itself. Huffing out indignantly at the realization that there were no other signs of her friends inside the small inlet she'd found herself in, she turned back to the pod, looking it over curiously, studying it for any markings or features that would indicate just who or what had created it. Nothing.

Not even a scan with the sonic was able to give her an inkling of its origin, and she sighed, tucking the tool back into her coat's breast pocket and wading through the water toward the nearby shore. Once she were somewhere dry, she could take a few minutes to survey the items that had been left for her in her metal, watery life-coffin.

[Video, some time later]

[The Doctor smiled brightly into the camera on the phone that she'd been so graciously left by who only knew, looking much happier then she felt, her head tilted curiously to the side.]

Hullo, Genessia! [She repeated the word a few times, testing different pronunciations. Hard G's, soft G's, long and short vowels. Eventually shook her head as if to clear it of the wayward thought.] Nevermind, I'm distracting myself, not important! I seem to have found myself on your lovely, glowing beach, missing my friends and my ship! I don't suppose any of you have seen any new, out of place blue police boxes out and about, by any chance? I'd be most appreciative if you could direct me there, if so.

Also, if any of you have seen three humans going by the names Ryan, Yasmine, or Graham, I'd be happy to know that they were safe and sound. They're under my protection, and I promised to get them home, safe and sound.

[She let the unspoken warning in her tone linger for a moment before grinning widely and waving.]

Anyway! Nice to meet you all! I'm the Doctor!

[Something is indeed amiss with Gwen as she's brewing tea. Her pale skin is tinged with red along with the tips of her jet black hair. But by sheer accident she drops a cup full of hot tea onto her hand and nothing seems to happen.]

Weird.

Who: Trunks (light_of_willpower) and various, including Open!
What: Shenanigans in August and September including a meeting, cooking lessons, more meetings and meditation, training, and a date.
When: Mid-August through the end of September--I'm flexible with dates
Where: Genessia City, Torchwood HQ, Nova City, Attleton
Notes and other things: If you want a specific prompt just let me know and I'll happily add one.

( Cooking Lessons )

( Training and bonding with family )

( Private-Torchwood-Meeting )

( Time to get all fancy-schmancy-dressed? )

( Learning on a higher level and new meetings )

( Welcome to the world of tomorrow! )

Don't see what you'd like listed? Please feel free to add your own or drop me a pm and I'll add a prompt.

[ Even though she is fidgeting a little when the feed comes on, the pretty brunette offers a charming little smile as soon as she knows the video is going. She is sitting in the room she had been given upon arrival but she doesn't feel like staying there for long. She feels restless and she wants to check things out but maybe getting a little bit of direction isn't a bad thing. Nor is meeting new people. ]

So this is...fun. Have to admit that I kind of thought maybe this was some kind of afterlife or something but I've been reassured by a big grumpy man that it's not. [ Pressing her lips together a bit, she falls silent for a second before continuing on. ]

Anyways, my name is Courtney and I'm kind of new to this place. I guess I'll have to find a place to live and somewhere to work too but I do have a question for everyone. Is there a good place to go when you just want to go dancing and cut loose?

I'm sure there are a million other important questions I could be asking but those will come in time. Once I have more time to process, I guess. I mean, there is a part of me that still wonders if I'm dreaming or if this is some kind of other place people go when they die but....

[ She frowns. ]

It's not, right?

Who: Newt, Tina, Albus and Torchwood employees (Thatch, Koishi, Ches Cat, Rose, Martha, Sarah, Matt, Jack, A3, Gwen, Nikola, Doctor Brown, Trunks, 10 and 11 Doctors)
What: Checking out Torchwood
Where: Torchwood

After hearing a bit about Torchwood from the kelpie and having been there - Newt liked the idea of the restaurant giving creatures like a kelpie an alternate choice to eating others like Newt. Taking Albus and Tina with him, and the briefcase and Bowtruckle sticking out of his shirt coat pocket.

"Excuse me. Who's in charge here?"

Who: 10th Doctor and Tardis occupants (Rose, Jack, Martha, Gwen, Cheshire Cat; Doctor Brown, Koishi, Matt, Sarah Jane, L3 and Belle)
What: Random interactions
When: All though July
Where: The Tardis
Warnings: labeled as need
Notes:

( All the connective threads that they seem to weave )

^{(Feel free to make up any room; just let me know on plurk please. The only sort of room that you will not find in 10's Tardis is a room full of weapons.)}

[ACTION] For a girl guarding a pair of earrings

[There's a heaviness in her chest that wasn't there when she got out of sanitation. Her fingers still ache and her brain...feels like overpulled taffy. Stiff and flavorless. Her eyelids are too heavy to lift, and all she wants is to go back to sleep for a year.]

No!

[Her own shout forces her lids up and now her heavy chest is pounding like she just outran a pack of Toclafanes and--]

What the bloody hell? [she demands of the space she's sealed into. Like a coffin.] No. No. No!!!

[She cannot die here. She cannot die of pneumonia. She cannot die of whatever the Drast are doing to her. She cannot.

If her life ends here, the world ends with it. She's only half done. The Doctor's waiting for her. Jack is waiting for her. Her family is waiting for her.

So she will not panic and use up her oxygen. She will not wait for the Drast to do whatever they plan to do to her. No.

She feels around with her blistered, bruised, torn fingers and finds--a box? No broken ribs. She exhales hard. No cough.]

Right, then.

[She tries to sit up and finds the coffin opens easily. No one seems to be running her direction with a weapon. It feels...strangely calm and meditative.]

Screw that. [No way she's waiting around for whatever's coming. Ignoring her exhaustion, she gets up and out, then crouches low and looks for a door.]

* * *
[Half an hour later, she's heard the holographic spiel and doesn't believe a word of it. She stares down at the phone in her hand, deeply suspicious. There's no one she can call without alerting the Drast, or the Toclafane, or the Master. A shudder runs through her at the thought maybe that's what's happened. Maybe the Master found her and she's on the Valiant.

Heart pounding again, she slips outside without speaking to anyone. Who can she possibly trust? She's hungry, though. So very very hungry.

Avoiding restaurants and food carts, she looks for a small, hole in the wall convenience mart. Instinct says it's less likely to watched, but even so, she bypasses the first two she finds, watching for a tail. Finding none, she ducks into the third, tries to look inconspicuous while she gathers up the few sad pieces of fruit, a tin of biscuits, water bottles, and first aid for her fingers and split lip.

After paying with the red money, she doctors herself with her back to a building and her eyes on the street. Still no one is paying attention to her, so she takes a risk and heads to a shrine. There, she sits in the grass, watching people and scanning the Network to see what she can learn. Eventually, she begins the voice message below]


[VOICE] For the world
[There is no video feed. No introduction. And although she's unfamiliar with the network, the speaker has done her best to make herself anonymous]

I would like you to listen to me. I know you're afraid, and you have every right to be. But there is still hope. You are not alone. We are not alone.

You may ask who I am to say this. Some may think you know. But my name doesn't matter. There's someone else. The man who sent me out here [wherever here is, it doesn't matter. the story is the same] to spread the word. His name is the Doctor...[She stops, puts her phone away, and starts moving again. She can't risk being here when they come. She'll have to continue the story from another location.]

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[[ooc: This is both mine and Martha's first open post. Please let me know if I've messed something up! Feel free to find Martha near the shrine, running away from it, or around the city trying to be inconspicuous. If you want to respond to the voice post, please, please do, because this is really important to her! I've left it open whether or not she's been successful at being anonymous, because it's a new network for her. I'm not fussed whether you answer her as anon or otherwise. In general I'm not fussed! I just want to play with you. <3]]

Who: Everyone who's anyone, including YOU! Yes, You!
Where: Everglade: GRAND OPENING: HAUNTED HOUSE AND ADJACENT HAUNTED "ALTERNATIVE" EATINGS
When: June 16th LOOSELY -> FORWARD
What: The Haunted House is officially OPERATIONAL, which also means, ALL HANDS ON DECK For Torchwood staff to make sure any collapses in utter chaos can be fixed asap and learned from. THIS INCLUDES A RESTAURANT AND TEASHOP NEXT DOOR!!! Not only is there all manner of vampire treats, but synthetic flesh that has been taste-tested by their resident youkai to get as "yummy" as possible, and also drenched in fear and other emotions from the haunted house next door. Please feel free to fill out a survey or try samples of their um... emotional flavors. Yup!
Warnings: While promoting itself as SAFE AS POSSIBLE: it's definitely on the creepy side. And Rose is VERY nervous about inviting 50+ kinds of species, some with severe bitter racial enmities, and many that eat each other. Just because they're Torchwood, doesn't mean anything; because she doesn't want there to be ANY violence!!! However, all blood (in the restaurant) is carefully bottled, and there are even flavors. Yes. And it's all human safe-too! Though humans are encouraged more towards the synthetic beef/lamb/duck/chicken, non-potato chips, and of course, human-i-tea (get it? humanity??? ehhhh...) But there will be no judging for anyone who wants to try the human-flavored synthetic flesh. You do you, and not all non-humans look non-human. And some humans don't look human either. It's a vast multiverse. Please don't eat/attack your fellow customers, kay, thanks.

[ooc: Create your own threads, threadjump like crazy, PUT IN THE HEADER IF YOU NEED SOME ROSE/NPC ON HAUNTED HOUSE BEYOND WHAT IS MENTIONED!]

Who: 10th Doctor, Captain Jack and Rose Tyler
When 5/26
What 10 coming back from canon update
Where Dream Dock and Tardis
Warnings Death by radiation poisoning


( Trying to cheat death like a cheater )

No offense but I'm going to ignore the day this year,

[Gwen flashes her wedding band.]

Since my husband is not here I don't see the point.

I'm going on a tea and coffee run before the storm, any requests?

Amy wasn't really in a party mood. But a closed door invitation only party was good for her rep, and she could use the extra money a boost in popularity might bring, because they were an income shy on the house, now. And what finally got her moving was the thought that people popped up at Christmas. If Rory was going to reappear... it would be at a Christmas party.

So she went all out on decorations. She sent out the invitations and sent them through the Doctors. Well... River got hers directly, as would Arelene, because she didn't know if the Doctors knew her. As for Rose.... Her invitation would go through Eleven, with a note to him, that she is only invited because of what he had said, and that if Rose starts drama or trouble... she would be out on her rear in the snow.

After a talk with Ten, her plan for a dry party was changed to a very limited bar.

And on the 23rd, she'd be finishing up decorations in the afternoon, with the Eleven told that was when the party started, and told Ten and Twelve that they were welcome to help decorate at that time. Eleven, she knew, would be late, which was why he was given the earlier time.

So come noon, she was decorating a fake tree, painted Tardis blue, with bright silver tinsel and lights. The walls and hearth were already started, and the table was set with a place for everyone invited... and one for Rory, beside hers. Since it was a potluck, she didn't have to cook for everyone, thankfully. At least, not a full meal. So she made a few medium sized servings of things, enough for a few people. Yorkshire pudding, fish fingers and custard, a glazed spiral ham - which she will not admit to having bought pre-cooked and simply added honey and tossed it in the oven - and a banana coconut cream pie. That might have come from a mix. Hush. She made sure all the boxes were thrown out well before even the decorators were due.

she had the last of the food that needed to be cooked cooking, she had a christmas selection of music playing, and she was dancing around, getting everything ready.


Evening - Party time

After leaving someone else to finish the last bits, she went up to get showered and changed. And she looked splendid when she came down. Well, for a casual party, anyway. A trim snug green sweater, short skirt, long red scarf, black stockings, cute green flats. It was time to play host and start letting guests in, always looking for that one particular face every time she opened the door...