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Post by asimus on Jun 10, 2007 15:52:04 GMT
Summer SciFi Roleplay '07 commences today7.30pm British Summer Time Anyone is welcome to join up at any time. Just make yourself known on the Sign Up and Discuss thred first to ensure we don't get character clashes. SynopsisSome species are considered rare and priceless. An unknown force strives to collect them, bring them all together in a reserve to maintain and protect them. Unfortunately, poachers from across the galaxy come to hunt down these creatures, for sport, pride and money. Seems the skin of a Time Lord will fetch a pretty price on the black market for its mythical healing properties. The Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Peter Petrelli, Claude and Oona, are examples of one of a kind people with incredible powers, which make their carcass a must have for all intergalactic bad guys. Along with their friends and loved ones, they have been already been ‘rescued’ and placed in various locations around reserve. Unfortunately, the bounty hunters beat them there. They are faced with the task of finding out what’s happening and escaping before they or the ones in their charge are killed. Current Character List asimus - The Doctor #10 desertrose9 - Rose Tyler erisamazing - Ianto Jones flipbfc - Captain Jack Harkness gina - Gwen Cooper jocose - Claude billierose - Martha Jones purplerhino - Oona whodovoodoo - Peter Petrelli Owen Harper - Dr. Owen Harper (revived) evryss - The Doctor #9 annarains2008 - Syler (MIA) Major Henry West - Major Henry West (deceased) wildcard - Toshiko Death's Head - Death's Head (deceased) Syler - Future Syler (deceased) (This will update as the game progresses) Note to playersThere is a full is a list of rules we created last time we played roleplay on this site, if you would please have a glance at them. The thred is quite long, but please keep reading because I think a few extras were added in as we went along. If there is anything anyone feels we ought to add as we go along, post it there. Just a quick reminderPlease ask the player before you do anything drastic to their character (eg. Kill or damage etc.) Feel free to team up. But any discussion on what you’d like to do needs to be done in either the Sign up and Discuss thred, or via PM. All posts on the interactions thred should be interactions. If you need to say something out of character, please do it at the end of your post, in brackets, with the prefix ‘OOC’. Please keep this to a minimum to maintain game flow. Please remember this board is PG-13. If your characters undergo any sexual interactions, please keep detail to a minimum. Some members have yet to see recent episodes of Doctor Who and Heroes, so please keep spoilerific content to a minimum as to not ruin the surprises for them. Any queries or problems PM me directly. I know a few people were worried about joining in late. Don’t be, 7.30 was just the time I was removing the lock on the thred. Pop in any time to read the gameplay and post your interactions. I won’t be shutting down the game at any time, so you can come and go as you please. Have Fun Asimus
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 18:27:03 GMT
The Doctor stepped out of the tardis doors first. His white converse trainers touching down on grey gravel in some sort of clearing in the middle of thick woodland. For some reason, which he couldn’t quite put his finger on, the dash to get out the door before his companion had been more than the usual joyful tussle. He felt uneasy. The fact that this wasn’t the destination that he had originally picked out for himself and Martha didn’t concern him. The Tardis had this knack for going where she wanted and not where he told her to (not that he would ever admit that to anyone). But for some reason during their flight through the time vortex, it had felt like they had be ‘plucked out’ and put here, like it was unnatural. Though saying that, there was nothing natural about what he did for a living and it wasn’t like his censors had picked up on anything. But maybe that was what was bothering him, the fact that this destination didn’t feel like the Tardis’s doing. Or maybe it was that Tardis cooked meal Miss Jones had forced him through mere hours before. He did try and tell her that him and Rose usually got take out, and that he wasn’t much of a sit down and eat type (not for most people anyway) and that it looked green and squirmy, and food should defiantly not be squirmy. And after said meal he had not changed his mind on that. Food should never ever ever EVER be green and squirmy, he defiantly did not do sit down meals with anyone other than Rose, and she was gone. Anyway take out was much better (especially chips), and he feared anything that came out of the tardis fridge. So on second thoughts, landing with a queasy tummy was bound to make him feel a little uneasy, and it was almost defiantly the reason he felt at odds right now.
Right, time to explore. Realising that he had been uncharacteristically quiet, and not wanting to worry his slow coach of a companion he shouted to her to ‘get a move on before the sun explodes’ and started off down the path. He wasn’t worried, she’d catch up with him, even though there was a rustling in the trees, which was odd considering the lack of wind…
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Post by Owen Harper on Jun 18, 2007 18:35:29 GMT
{OWEN HARPER, clad in a black leather jacket and clutching an EMT bag, races into the clearing, then stops as if he's seen a ghost. He wheels around, trying to make sense of the change of scenery.}
"What the..."
{He draws his gun and drops the bag almost all in one movement.}
"Jack? Gwen? Ianto?! Anyone? Hello?"
{OWEN approaches the blue box from behind, stepping as quietly as he can, safety off.}
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 18:40:51 GMT
The Doctor, hearing the commotion spins round, determined not to be taken by surprise. Striding back, owning the place, defiantly not showing any fear, (not that he was feeling any of course) he approached the TARDIS.
“hello!” he called out, not waiting for a reply he carried on, “you know its rude to sneak up on people? Rude and a little bit ginger. A bit like me really, though I’m not ginger, I’m the Doctor by the way, who’s there?”
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Post by whodovoodoo on Jun 18, 2007 18:41:20 GMT
A dark haired man lies unconsious in a dark and rather rocky looking room. He groans quietly as he comes to. Through his brain rush a multitude of thoughts.
"Man – my head hurts. I feel like I’ve been smashed in the face with a mountain. Everything is a little hazy, and pretty damn blurry. It takes me a moment to even remember who I am.
My name is Peter, Peter Petrelli, and I’m generally thought to be a nice guy; but I have my moments. When I wake up, it seems like years since I closed my eyes, I am as cold as ice. I check my arms, my legs, run my fingers through my hair and jump to my feet. I am dizzy. I am alive. I am…intact. I am …hell, I’m naked. This can’t be good.
But where am I? Last thing I remember…last thing I remember? I was hot, crazy hot. And I was flying. Was that a dream? I have these amazing dreams sometimes. No…I think I can fly. No, wait, it’s coming back now. It was with Nathan, that’s my brother, and he was flying. We were high enough in the sky to see only the faintest glimmer of New York’s city lights. It was so beautiful. And then I…Oh God! The memories flood back. Now here I am. Is this heaven? Is this me dead now?
No. It can’t be. I don’t think Angels carry weaponry. And the one standing in front of me now is definitely locked and loaded. It’s kinda rude to sneak up on a guy in his birthday suit.
I think I do it without even taking time for breath. But before I know it the ‘Angel’ is against the wall. This is me doing this now, pinning him motionless with just my will. I don’t know how, which is pretty damn scary. Then it comes back to me: I’m special. I can do amazing things, when I put to my mind to it.
There have been people that I have met in the past few months, and they can do amazing things too, like my brother. I can do what they can do, all of it. I start to wonder if anything has changed since… I don’t want to think about that, just in case. But it’s important, I figure, to test out what I can still do. Carefully!
First things first, I think I can heal. The walls of this room are rough, rocky. I graze arm against its surface and watch it heal up pretty damn quick. I sigh in relief and try and make myself invisible as quick as I can, which too seems to still work, I need to preserve my dignity and keep myself off this guy’s radar. Next thing I do is let him down. He looks around the room in wonder. I sneak up behind him as quick and as quiet as possible and throw a fist in his direction – It surprises me how fast this guy goes down…then I remember I think I’m pretty strong these days too.
I feel kinda bad though, I mean, just ‘cause this guy is different lookin’ doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. But…he did have a gun pointed at me. I try not to look at him, not only because what I’m still feeling a little…unstable, a little unpredictable, but because…well, I don’t think this guy is human and that’s just a whole lot more weird than I can deal with right now, even for me. I have to focus, not get distracted; I have to get home, somehow, find my brother and make sure everyone is alright.
Thankfully it seems even gun-wielding aliens have the need for clothing too. A warm pair of, slightly roomy, black army pants later (I leave the guy with his shorts, like I said, I’m a nice guy) I grab hold of the gun he’s been pointing in my direction and a peculiar looking bunch of keys and I’m on my way; trying not to think about or look back at the thing that I have left unconscious behind me.
Visible again, and freezing cold, I walk out into an expanse of darkly lit, stony corridors. Now, if only I could find a pair of shoes…"
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Post by flipbfc on Jun 18, 2007 18:44:45 GMT
Jack viewed his change of scenery with some regret, things had just been getting interesting with the contortionist and the strong man... trees were rather tame in comparison. It was quiet, eerily quiet and Jack really really wasn't an eerily quiet kinda guy. He was almost happy when Owen's shout reached his ears, though why it had to be Owen of all people. Pinpointing its direction, Jack moved cautiously through the undergrowth.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jun 18, 2007 18:45:53 GMT
{OWEN flinches at the Doctor's voice.}
"Sorry, mate. You first. Preferably with your hands behind your head. Nice and slow-like."
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 18:50:31 GMT
“Tut what is it with humans and guns. Always waving them around and pointing them at folk. Shoot first ask questions later. Though I do realise you aren’t shooting me which is kind of you, though seriously…”
The gun was thrust towards him again indicating he should shut up and put his hands on his head. The doctor sighed and did just that, leaning on the tardis in a manner that indicated to his attacker that, yes, he had done this before, and yes he was very bored with the whole thing. The man, keeping the gun trained on him patted him down.
“Are you done now? Or you going to do a more thorough job?” he wrinkled his nose,” I don’t really like guns. All shooty and load. I don’t carry, though if I did there are 26 places I could have hidden it that you didn’t search just now…”
from the mans glare, he quickly shut up.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jun 18, 2007 18:54:20 GMT
{OWEN approached the Doctor, gun still trained on the man. He aimed to maim -- not kill -- but was willing to aim a little higher or lower as need dictated.}
Right. Here's how this is gonna work. First thing, I'm gonna want an introduction. Next, I'm going to ask you really nicely to drop any weapons you might have in that coat of yours. Third thing, you're going to tell me where the hell I am. Because this is not where I was ten minutes ago. And that makes me nervous. And believe me, when I get nervous, I make bad choices.
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Post by minionjoe on Jun 18, 2007 18:59:21 GMT
Dirt. Grass. And daylight.
Not the wet tile of the manor house. Nor the stormy night of last memory.
How many hours had past? Six? Twelve? Days? Why can't I remember any of the time between? Any of the time since Mailer...
The world spun and went suddenly cold.
...since Mailer pulled me through the back window of the Black cab. How long since Rage-infected Mailer bit, clawed, and bled all over me?
Cautiously, he probed at himself. His wounds were still fresh. The blood still wet and crimson.
Why hadn't I bled out? How long? How long?
Fifteen seconds pass. And fifteen more. And nothing happens. Save the breezeless swaying of the trees.
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 19:01:18 GMT
“ooookey”
the doctor turned back to face the guy, leaning sideways against the tardis and making a point of seeming not at all disturbed by the situation.
“I’m the Doctor, as I just said, had you been listening.”
The man frowned.
The Doctor cocked his eyebrows slightly and eyed the gun warily, taking a less cocky stance and deciding to be straight with the guy. Last thing he needed was a bullet to the chest and having to explain to a very late Martha Jones that he was in fact the Doctor, and yes he had changed, though was the same, but different, but really the same, and as he thought about he realised just how confusing it really was.
“Right, I’m not carrying a weapon, I’m one of those good guy types…” he chewed on his bottom lip slightly and raised an eyebrow looking up to the heavens.
“Yah, I’m a good guy. I don’t know where we are. I was brought here to. Don’t know why, or by who. Though I’m sure we can investigate. You know, Inspector Morse and Lewis, Dalziel and Pascoe… Mulder and Scully? No? Right ok then… who are you?”
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Post by whodovoodoo on Jun 18, 2007 19:01:43 GMT
"I'm certain I can hear talking..." Thought Peter. But there was no one about, it was dark, very very dark, and getting darker the further he walked down the tunnel.
His feet were freezing cold.
Quick as a flash he dissapeared from sight in case anyone was nearby and carried on walking forwards.
His heart began to race.
"Keep it calm man." He told himself..."keep calm." - He thought he could feel a breee upon his face.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jun 18, 2007 19:11:22 GMT
{OWEN looked the man over. With more than a little bit of trepidation, he lowered the gun and clicked the safety.}
Owen Harper. Doctor Owen Harper, that is. Cardiff, ah, police. Heddlu even. Yeah. And what do you mean taken? Like picked up?
{OWEN wonders idly if he needs to check himself over for a recent probing. Frustrated, he presses the button on his earpiece.}
Jack? Anyone? Hello?
{He pulls the earpice out of his ear and tucks it in his jacket pocket.}
No signal. Sh-t.
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Post by flipbfc on Jun 18, 2007 19:13:16 GMT
Jack looked on with amusement at the little scene playing itself out in the clearing, somewhat sighing that Owen was facing Torchwood's number one prime threat and hardly batting an eyelid. "jeez you just can't get the staff these days, put the gun down Owen. Hello Doctor fancy meeting you here, now shall we get on and find out where here is I have a rather pressing appointment to get back to"
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 19:17:09 GMT
“I bet you have!” The Doctor smiled his 900 watt smile. “Jaaaaaaaaaack! How are you?” he hugged the man, holding him at arms length for a moment before grinning again. “Lets go detect!”
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