[Jim enters the Plane for her Briefing Room this time, and she's wearing the skirt option of her uniform today, so enjoy those legs, peeps.

She's taking a few minutes out of her day to locate a cup of coffee and maybe something to eat, because her usual yeoman is on sick leave and the replacement today somehow managed to unfailingly bring frozen coffee and burnt sandwiches.

She's not even sure how. One of life's great mysteries.

Either way, hanging out on the Plane with lunch (or maybe dinner, or slightly breakfast, too - Bones would have a field day yelling at her, but she had a late night and late morning and didn't have much time). And examining some of the objects left scattered around the Plane, out of interest.]

[it's amazing how someone determined can ignore a lot of snow and such, especially when snow tends to remind her of things she'd Rather Not Think About, but this particular someone is on a mission!

what mission, you ask? why to cook her husband something delicious, since he's been desperate for chocolate of late, apparently

and what's she using? why, the Secret Books of Saxon, of course. because really, where -else- would he put his most favourite recipes?

too bad Lucy's only a mediocre cook, baaaaaw. come make fun of her.



if you dare]

Characters: Rose Tyler (roseoflegend) and the Doctor (rude_not_ginger)
Location: The bar on the Plane.
Time: After their conversation (Rose's arrival) on the Plane.
Summary: Rose and the Doctor come to meet up together after their conversation and her arrival.
Warnings: Reunion cuddles, etc? We'll see!

( Never say never-ever )

SO.

Who wants to help me roast s'mores on the burning ashes of Malware Defender 2009?


(Delicious internet chocolates/company would be appreciated, P.S. Help me not go insane as I become increasingly non-pacifistic.)

—just trying... to... [Chivy trails off, hands still up mid-gesture, as he realizes that this is very much not the street corner he was standing on... and the person he was asking for directions isn't exactly there anymore.] This isn't a pawn shop. [No, really?] Or the...

[Actually looking around inspires another trail-off — in no way is it cold enough for snow. Not that he's complaining, anyway, he's dressed for much colder temperatures. In fact, he decides to take a moment to pull off his scarf and mittens, the coat and toboggan hat can stay for now. That's given him enough time to look around, but the look doesn't tell him anything useful.

Coping method A (ramble to distract himself): engage.] Or anywhere I've ever been. I don't think I've ever seen the stars so bright. That doesn't... I mean, how did I get here?

[Rawr, darned fighting- Emilia has lived among soldiers for all of her married life and a few brief spots outside of that but she still doesn't much like being woken up in the middle of the night by people trying to stab each other. It's really quite annoying- as is having to walk all the way down from where she was sleeping.

So! There is a grumpy Emilia standing on the Plane and looking rather sleepy; a thick robe is thrown on over her night clothes but she still looks a bit cold. Perhaps because she is actually choosing to stare at the snow]

...'Twould appear that curses still haunt, and the cold dost still taunt, on this heavenly night of coldest strife.

[A pause and then she yawns and starts grumbling to herself]

Oh, man! 'Tis fit that they stab and scream, wake us from our slumbered dream. They dost not think of cultured thing; or their beloved ring. Nay, 'tis only the coldest fight- they doth understand little else of harmony but they doth brutalize that little grasp. Not a soldier’s lot, nor a reasoned lot but a lot of devils and flesh.

[Another pause and another yawn; then she settles her cloak around her more firmly and gives the snow a glare- for obviously it is the source of all her woes, obviously]

...The freeze reflects the change. 'Twould better if folk touched frost.

[OOC: Canon update to the end of act 2~; so she's currently just been awoken from a fairly nice sleep by a bit of fighting and isn't that happy about it.]

Hello, have a newcomer! I'm Nikki and I was gently coaxed over here by my dear rude_not_ginger into trying to join up with the fun. Needless to say, I'm very glad to be here!

I'm bringing one Rose Tyler (d1!!) to things here, and am very excited to be playing her from canon times! In the interest of a little fun and head chaos-ness, I've brought her from season two as opposed to much later, so she's current up til the end of the Idiot's Lantern. I'm sure at some point I'll canon update her, but right now I'm pleased to have her at this point!

She is, most certainly, up for anything and I promise that I don't bite, so feel free to drop me a line if you like!

Thanks much!

- Nikki

I hate snow. I wish when it snowed in Jersey that it was conveniently fifty degrees or so. That's about right, I figure. I'm too lazy to actually bring a thermometer, so we'll just guess.

{Everyone's favorite (???) grumpy doctor has dragged a bar stool outside of the bar and into the snow. He wanted to bring some rum or bourbon to get rid of the chill, but now that it's gone and he's technically working? Just some soda. Which is unfortunate for him, because he was looking forward to that.}

Damn, I was looking forward to drinking a little bit. Is this like God's weird form of saying "screw you?" Jerk. But I'd rather avoid the deja vu of the nun and epinephrine. Actually, maybe if I was drunk, Cuddy would believe that I didn't make a mistake. Buzzed medicine is so like buzzed driving. I work better when I'm stoned and-or drunk out of my mind.

That's a joke, by the way. In case you perceptive types can't pick up on the delicate nuances of sarcasm.

{Siiip}

So I--we--have a new pad. And not gonna lie, it's pretty sweet. Problem is, knowing Wilson, it's going to be some pristine shrine to how much of a polite control freak he is. I need to figure out a way to mess that up, and fast. Maybe I'll just figure out a way to move all my stuff in before has the chance.

((ooc: House is now canon-updated to the end of 'Wilson' [S6 Ep10]! So he's slightly less scruffy, among other things.))

Hey there, daluci here. I apparently can't resist redheads, so here's my second character.

Chivy's a friend of Sefton's (no matter what Sefton tries to tell you), and an original character. Like Sefton, he has his own little odd power — he can sense lost objects (or lost prickly magnet-types, as it turns out).

Everything's explained in much more detail in his application, of course. I'll hopefully be intro'ing him sometime tomorrow, once I finish polishing up his journal and things. ♥

Just a little note saying that I am putting this Time Lord on hiatus for awhile until I can figure out what to do with her. I'll work to catch up on tags but otherwise she'll be away from the Plane for a while. I do apologize for this.

Ai Haibara (asmallamoroso) will still be around though.

[River is sitting in the kitchen with a mug of tea. She's got both hands wrapped tightly about it, and is giving the vague impression that it is not warmth she seeks - but answers. Steam is curling upwards like fog]

Idiot.

[Her journal rests nearby]

[Finding herself on the plane is Rose Marion Tyler, arriving from 1950's London and her own universe. Her gaze is lifted, fixed and unwavering to the sky and is riveted to the large, gaping hole above her. Several seconds pass, uncounted, in silence with her lips slightly parted in shock.]

Well, this is...different.

Can't imagine where I've ended up, or how I've made it here for that matter. Sure didn't come by TARDIS, and if..

[Her speech pauses as a hitched, startled sound comes from her throat, prompting a wild look cast over her shoulder. The same repeats in the other direction, and then twice more, frantic. A little breath comes roughly from her lips again, now filled with a note of panic.]

...and if I didn't come by TARDIS, then that means the Doctor's not here, either.

Right, then that's...well, didn't expect it, really. In London just a second ago, middle of the crowd after the coronation and then I'm just...here. Still haven't any idea where here is, but it's definitely not London. Not any place I've seen before, either, or heard about. The Doctor talked about..vortexes and things, but seeing one...

...don't...really have words for it.

[Another few moments pass and then Rose blinks twice, as if to pull herself mentally away from the hole overhead. A slightly strained smile twitches at the corners of her lips, in an attempt to be confident but falling short.]

Right, then! Well, am I alone here? Got to be someone else around, right? Someone who can tell me what's going on?

Anyone? Hello!

[Isaac appears, and he does not look amused at all. In one hand is the crumpled remains of a letter thanks, Axel, the contents of which are responsible for the almost frantic manner in which Isaac is surveying his surroundings.

But on top of that, he just looks exceedingly frustrated with himself.]

I don't need something like this right now...

( END OF TIME PLOTTING POST )

I just posted on the hiatus page -- I'm really sorry for leaving several threads hanging (I haven't dropped anything that I haven't told the player about myself, but...I've been taking a long time on them and I acknowledge that), but I really can't do RP right now. I haven't been doing so well recently, and I haven't felt much up to RP, among other things. So I don't have a predictable date that I'll be back, though I set 1/31 as an arbitrary date for when I may report back.

I'm sorry my activity has been so poor until now; I really like this game and this character is fun to go around with here (I was even thinking of bringing in one or two more before I just...kinda went kaput), so the fact that I really haven't felt much up to it means something's up. Please everybody take care of this place while I'm gone! :) I still want to do those threads I left eventually, but if you want to drop any please just let me know and I'll leave it where it is.

[Look who's back after his epic battle! And just waking up, it seems. His abdomen, back, and arm are all bandaged (rather poorly, thanks to a certain Founder), but he's healed enough so that blood isn't pouring out of his wounds. His nose looks a bit more bent out of shape than usual.

The Doctor tries getting off the bed he brought with him from the TARDIS medical bay and wandering around, but after a few failed attempts, he decides to rest for a bit longer instead. He's still glancing about, though, hoping he'll catch sight of Emil.

And yes, he is entirely shirtless (and jacketless) despite the chilly weather. And y'know. The snow. But this hasn't seemed to occur to him yet.]

'sup. Because I am bored, you get a Muse Question of the Day. It is as follows:

"If someone walked up to your character and asked if they knew Jesus Christ as their personal savior, what would be their answer?"

Alternatively and possibly less religiously offensive, pimp me your youtube vids bb.

[Dino is wandering around the Plane, seemingly enjoying the snow. The only changes to his appearance is that he's zipped up his coat, and is now wearing warm gloves.] Of all the weather we could have, they choose snow. I think most of my good memories involving snow are going to end up being connected to this place. [He chuckles, but there's a sad look in his eyes before he glances up.] Huh. Wonder how they're making it fall. [He squints up at the 'sky' as if trying to get a better look, takes a step back...and manages to get his feet tangled up. Which results as he falls backwards into the snow.]


......At least that was a soft landing.

[Brigitta does still not really get the concept of snow- it is white, it is fluffy, it does not appear to burn things or suddenly turn into giant monsters to fight. thus it makes absolutely no sense in her head; she cannot fight it or drink with it and it does not behave like normal sensible weather in any way, how perplexing.

So, she'll be standing in the snow with her sword out, looking rather puzzled... And trying to catch the snow with her sword in a rather clumsy way that looks rather like she's stabbing the air; because she's fun like that]

...It makes no sense, bah.

[...Anybody want to introduce her to snowball fights?]