[Jenny clicks her phone on to make an announcement. The sound of her smiling obvious as she speaks, though to anyone who really knows her, there's a sad down behind the smile.]

Well, hello everyone. For those of you who don't know, I'm Jenny, the Doctor's daughter. Of course that's a long story, but moving on. I'm here to inform everyone that the Doctor's and Rose have all departed this place. Probably on another adventure by now, but seeing I'm still here, I've decided to step in and start running Torchwood in their stead as well as all business beneath it's name. So those of you who work for Torchwood, I suppose work for me now. I hope to work with all of you to keep it all running into the future.

Now, it's come to my attention that it's the month for Halloween and I have a Haunted House to run. Yes, I know it's open all year round, but I hope everyone will look forward to many Haunted events coming soon. We'll also be having some special seasonal menu items available for all of our patrons so stop by while you can because we'll only have them available for a limited time.

I look forward to all of you stopping by to enjoy the spirit of halloween. See you all around!

[With that, the transmission cuts off.]

[ This video opens with a young boy, dressed like some kind of insane sci-fi cowboy, seated at the coffee shop in the Genessia library. He's got a nice cup of tea, as well as an entire pizza that he apparently brought in with him. He also has a pretty massive stack of books on his table. ]

Hey everyone, the name's Jr. I got here last night, and I was pretty pissed off. [ He gives a quiet and sheepish laugh as he rubs the back of his head absently. ] I bet that happens a lot. But now that I'm looking around, this place ain't so bad. There's a physical library! You can take books for free. Real ones!

[ As if to prove it, he spins the camera around to show his table, and the library shelves beyond the small coffee shop. Real books are hard to come by in his time, okay? ]

The food's great too! And this whole place totally looks authentic, I bet it's really like being on Lost Jerusalem!

[ He'll figure out most people call it Earth... Eventually. ]

I read the brochure and watched the hologram too, but what's the real story? No one's figured out how we got here yet?

[ Video ]

[ There is a brown-haired man slouched against the wall of what has to be one of the studio apartments in the Commonspace. This, logically, probably means he's new. And what he says next will tip 'probably' to 'definitely'. ]

The lady hologram mentioned free lodging for a month before we gotta find somewhere else to stay. Can anyone hook a fella up with a job? I ain't afraid of manual labor, if that makes a difference.

[ He pauses, clearly uncomfortable with this, and adds: ] Thanks for your time.


[ Action ]

[ It's been approximately twenty-four since he woke up in that damn cocoon thing. A day since he had a small freak out by his lonesome, then took the necklace and the pamphlet and headed off to find what the hell was going on. The hologram had been surprisingly helpful on some aspects, and unsurprisingly not so helpful in others. Like who had brought him there, what they wanted, and how they'd done it. The level of technology needed to knock out and deposit him in a completely new world would be so advanced they might as well be aliens.

And, since he can't do a damn thing about it right now, James Barnes is roaming the city. Aimlessly. Or not so aimlessly. He's drawing a map in his head of the area around the free apartments, and then branching out from there. The tourist info included directions on how to get around, but he prefers to get eyes on everything he can. Because you never know when a midnight escape run down unlit streets, or across farmland, is going to be necessary.

He's also not doing much to make himself look friendly. Harmless, maybe, definitely not friendly. He will tip his ballcap when passing women, though. Some habits are just too old to break. ]

You know, it iz getting close to zhat time of year vhere trees get decorated, carols are blasted in all zhe stories und zhose of us vho like music curse out every composer vho ever thought zhat singing about Christmas vas a vonderful idea.

[Despite her word's, Rip looks pretty amused as she sits in her living room. Her Pumpkaboo is nestled under her hair on her shoulder seemingly napping while Rip toys with some sort of carving. From the looks of it, it might be made out of bone... regardless of the material, Rip's put several designs on it that seem to mean something to her as she runs her fingers over the small object before turning her attention back to her device.]

Which brings me to a question, vhere is a good place to get carving  und leather materials  around here? I'm looking for suggestions so I can pick up a few old hobbies of mine once more.  Vhy bozher shopping for gifts for zhe holidays vhen I can make zhem~. 

[Not to mention, this is the first year where buying gifts was an actual possibility.  Rip's not to sure how to feel about that.]

I might even be villing to make zhings for people if zhey are villing to pay. 

Something has happened to the CPU! Security measures seem to have gone absolutely wonky, making everyone’s conversations:

◘ Private messages may become public messages
◘ Unanonymous when they’re trying to post anonymously
◘ Undeletable
◘ Misfired

Will it cause technological and privacy chaos? Yes, absolutely. Have fun with that.

Keep in mind that there is only one requirement for participation in this event: You must tag at least one person you do not currently have CR with a misfire.

Otherwise, whatever drama or crack you want to cause with this one, go for it. The CPU will feel better on Saturday, so this is a quick two-day event and will be done in this single log post (here!) so it’s easy to post misfires all in one place but as always, you are welcome to make your own posts as well.

To opt out: There was a power surge when this technology fluke happened, so your device is now refusing to turn on. It may need repairs or replacement.

[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!

[he's standing in front of his console, looking decidedly translucent, almost like a hologram. Certain people may get bad flashbacks of when bad things went down and he was reduced to slightly pessimistic pre-recordings of, if you see this don't worry about things which you should probably be very alarmed about and go home.

However this is one of those times]

Okay, first of all, I'm not dead. Well, not precisely. It's probably some sort of transformation thingy that's been going around. Just like old times for some of us, right? [and he grins] But I am, temporarily I hope, a ghost. Right now I've found a way to pull energy from the TARDiS to maintain a sort of corporeal state, but has anyone else figured out a way to do this outside of technology? [he waves a hand]

I suppose I could make some sort of portable generator but I can't hold things.

[which is a shame.]

Other than that, things are going fantastically. How is everyone enjoying their transformations? Fun time to gain a new perspective, isn't it?

Ah, finally! The concert on the thirtieth is still on for anyone who is worried. Not sure how at this point but it will be. Look forward to it. Professor out. [and he winks out of existence]

[...sort of]


[Voice: Locked to Hector and Rose]

So... how are you two? Any strange metamorphoses that will interfere with the show?

[The Doctor comes on the video feed with a (slightly quirky) smile, hands folded on his desk in front of him.]

Hello, everyone, the Doctor, here, I've been hearing about things going on, transformations, if y'like, awkward for everyone involved, to be sure, but thought I'd reach and say a couple of things. First off, should go without saying, but do try to be considerate of ev'ryone else in an uncomfortable situation, they're not monsters, or, well, yeah, they are, I s'pose, but monsters are people, too.

Second, for those of you who've found yourself suddenly human, don't hesitate to let me know if you need some advice on how to adapt. I've got more than a little experience with humans, and even if you've not had the best past experiences, I promise they're not all that bad, and you might even get to enjoy it a bit, maybe get along better with some of your neighbors, afterward, consider it an opportunity for a learning experience.

Oh, and, second-and-a-half, Rose, might be a good opportunity to help out in general, yeah?

[As Nikola turns on his device, it's not hard to see he's out a cafe somewhere in Genessia City sipping a drink that.. he's not a hundred percent sure he even likes. But, he was curious about all this pumpkin spice nonsense and might just be regretting it a little.]

I've noticed recently that most of the cities save for Everglade have become.. rather festive. However, I don't have the slightest idea  why. 

[He sets his mug down and sighs.]

And I'm rather sure I don't like pumpkin spice now that I've tried it.  Now, please, can some one tell me why most of the cities seem to be celebrating monsters, torture, blood and gore? I'm afraid I don't understand even if it does uncomfortably remind me of someone I knew once. 

[Somebody has left and come back in good spirits. She was actually back yesterday, but took a day to gather herself together first before publicly letting everyone know.]

Strange thing going to the dream docks, isn't it? Quite the headache too. But the strangest part is feeling like more time has passed then actually has.

Hello everyone. I'm back, and even if I never physically left this place, I still had quite some adventures. Oh dads, you all would have loved it.

[he's standing on his office desk, sunglasses on and holding his guitar]

For anyone that knew her, and even those who don't, Professor River Song went home. Wherever that may be.

[uploaded into a library, he knows. But for now. Only for now]

We've lost a great mind and a good heart.

[then he mutters, almost as if to himself:]

And fare thee well, my bright eyed love.
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten billion miles

[and he plays a fitting tribute]

 Recently, I've acquired a razher beautiful gun from a friend~. I've been dying to try it out und I zhink tonight might just be perfect.

[When Rip comes into view she has this beautiful musket resting across her shoulders. She gently slips it into her arms and effortlessly loads the powder and shot with  ease. While doing so, she's humming gently before hefting it up and aiming at a target stuck to a tree with a knife. From the looks of it, Rip miiight just be somewhere in the Everglade. She kept humming to herself as she raised the gun, holding it with one hand as she braces her body and then fires.

A loud crack echoes through the trees as she just grins as the shot hits the target dead center and punches through the tree. That very same bullet arcs around to keep punching holes into the very same tree and zig zagging around the little grove Rip was in while she is giggling with delight. Now this.. THIS is exactly what she'd been missing! 

By the time the bullet finally stops, several trees near her might have various bullet holes in them and there might... be a few dead squirrels or other small creatures on the ground. All from one bullet.]

It's about time I had a decent gun again. Zhe Huntress has her veapon back~. 

[She just smirks into the camera before leaning in and turning it off.]

[Natasha's face pops onto the screen, looking slightly frustrated, but then again when doesn't she? She is at a coffee shop, looking at a newspaper. She is tapping her pen lightly on the paper, considering. She looks up and drops the pen]

Hello.

I'm Natasha and I'm newish, I guess. I have a very specific skill set.

[Kind of glossing over things, but is anyone going to call her on it]

I'm not sure a former assassin turned hero would be of use here. I have other skills, but I am big on intel, so I'm asking... what kind of jobs are out there and what were you all looking for?

[Hello, Genessia. Are you ready for this?

The video turns on to reveal a bearded man in a white t-shirt under red-and-black plaid, and with signs of anger and pain apparent around the eyes. It's the anger that adds an edge to his already-crisp tone. He has major problems with being kidnapped, for one thing.]

I'll get right to the important part. How close is anyone to finding a way home?

[He's not one to mince words, especially when he's got things to do that are more important than sitting around here waiting for who-knows-what to happen.]

Who: Nikola, Jenny, 10, 11, Rose
What: Nikola  hired Jenny as his bodyguard to protect his work space from a certain Doctor
When:  9/8
Where: Torchwood offices
Warnings: ...Might come later???


Call it Nikola perhaps being slightly greedy with Jenny's time when he hired her to protect his works space. Or perhaps, partially out of a slight necessity despite having peace and quiet for some time now. Whatever the reason, he was paying her to hang around his works space and play interference  just in case someone decided to come interrupt him.

To be fair, he was running a slight experiment with his shadows and the latest batch of wine that he just created. Something he definitely didn't want someone to randomly walk in on so perhaps, his security precautions were necessary. At least in his mind....

Who: Jenny, 11th Doctor, and River Song
What: It's a family reunion with River.
Where: 11th Doctor's TARDIS in front of the Pond House: Subarchway
When: 8/27

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Who: 10th Doctor and Jenny
What: Exploring
Where: Vale SubArchway
When: 9/7

Ten is taking a break from work; as he's caught up and decided to ride around on his motor scooter - helmet and sunglasses included and just going where-ever and finds himself in one of the subarchways - one that apparently he has not come across yet.

Let's see; cars, aircrafts and trains. Which right now; someone is racing on the motor scooter along side the train.

He'll take his kicks where he can get them; thank you very much.

You know, we're really going to have to fix the wall at some point.

[Obviously she's speaking to someone else on the other end, but only she can be heard, though she certainly sounds like she's having a good time at the moment. You can just about hear her grin.]

Neither am I.

[Pause.]

I wouldn't put it past us. Not at this point anyway.

[Another pause and then a laugh.] I suppose it is.

[Pause as she listens to whatever is being said before replying again.]

Sure, let's do that. Have anywhere in mind?

[It's at this point that the sound of shifting can be heard as if she's picking up her phone and then.]

Whoops, sorry everyone. Didn't mean to broadcast. Just you know, ignore all that.

[And then she quickly hangs up.]