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Re: -03 HRS thedoctorwho February 23 2012, 20:24:22 UTC
While the Doctor is frantically doing what he can to keep the chaos outside the bar from spilling inside, somewhere not too far into his own future (but very, very, very far in the past), his universe's version of the Legion of Doom have lured him beneath Stonehenge where the Pandorica awaits. He knows the source of the cracks in the universe now, but there's nothing he can do as he is dragged literally kicking and screaming into the cube, the universe's perfect prison where nothing escapes, not even time.

Meanwhile, somewhere everywhere: the TARDIS is being pulled inexorably, unstoppably toward something. River does her best to steer the bloody thing, to force an emergency landing. Finally, she feels the exit from the Vortex. All she has to do is open the door and get out, and everything will power down, and the universe will be saved. It takes some creative rigging to override the circuits, but the door unlocks. She pulls them open... only to run into a brick wall. A literal one, sealing off her exit. She looks over her shoulder in ( ... )

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Re: -03 HRS howarewefortime February 23 2012, 20:35:18 UTC
It hurts the eyes to look at, bright and beautiful and sad. It flares up, and out, and then dims, then it fl-

it flick-

it flares up, and out, and then dims

it flares up, and out, and then dims

Between Milliways and the TARDIS, looping in upon itself, an end upon an end upon an end, another firework here where the end of everything is the hourly dinnertime show, Galactus and Unicron fl-

they begin to flicker

the TARDIS flares up, and out, and then dims

It's a busy sky out there; a crowded spotlight. There wasn't really room for one more star.

Slowly, things begin to tip towards it, the

(time might begin to get a little sticky here, stringing out like treacle and then snapping back together)

dark space behind the TARDIS, the shadow between the stars, so very far away. But not quite as far away as it was a moment ago.

(space might start to get a little funny, too)

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Re: -03 HRS thedoctorwho February 23 2012, 21:56:31 UTC
Meanwhile, somewhere everywhere: the TARDIS is being pulled inexorably, unstoppably toward something. River does her best to steer the bloody thing, to force an emergency landing. Finally, she feels the exit from the Vortex. All she has to do is open the door and get out, and everything will power down, and the universe will be saved. It takes some creative rigging to override the circuits, but the door unlocks. She pulls them open... only to run into a brick wall. A literal one, sealing off her exit. She looks over her shoulder in time to see the console explode.

And over the skies of Milliways, where so many lights are going out... a new star blooms.

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Re: -03 HRS shuuuun February 24 2012, 01:53:14 UTC


"...best day ever."

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Re: -03 HRS flip_the_lights February 24 2012, 02:31:01 UTC
Olivia, both clips empty, hits the button on a grenade and hurls it toward the center of the battle. It explodes. It --

sucks in on itself, arcs backward, erupts into fire, skips to land in her palm --

Olivia hits the button and hurls it toward the center of battle, then stumbles back a step when it looks, for a moment, like the grenade will land at her feet. A step is all it takes: the weapon hits the far side of the lake with a distant boom.

Sudden realization -- and dread -- weighs her stomach. She turns her face up to the sky as if expecting it to collapse on all of them. A stable soft spot, she used to call Milliways; with that stability gone, it's taken on the physics-bending properties of a true soft spot, only worse. So much worse.

The fabric of this place has worn so thin that it can't support the life it holds.

Olivia, both clips empty, hits the button on a grenade and hurls it toward the center of the battle.

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Re: -03 HRS stilljustandrew February 26 2012, 02:29:15 UTC
"-- spread out all over the field," says a guy next to her, raking a tangle of hair out of his eyes and leaving a smear of yellowish blood, "and the way the whole place is going Klein-bottle-shaped --"

There's nobody there.

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Re: -03 HRS flip_the_lights February 26 2012, 02:40:40 UTC
"Wouldn't it -- " she begins, and looks down at the grenade in her hand.

Above her, a new star blooms in the reddened sky, and she presses the button Mr. Reynolds said would give her fifteen seconds to launch.

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Re: -03 HRS stilljustandrew February 26 2012, 02:44:00 UTC
The grenade explodes.

Something like an airborne jellyfish drifts down from above and behind her with deceptive slowness, tendrils stretching out --

-- until a sword blade slices down through them, spraying watery ichor everywhere.

The young man doesn't look like the type to wield a sword; he's wearing jeans and sneakers, and a plaid flannel shirt over a t-shirt with some cartoon character on it.

"You okay?"

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Re: -03 HRS flip_the_lights February 26 2012, 02:48:08 UTC
Startled, Olivia spins around. She coughs -- the ichor smells foul, choking, like sulfur layered over rotting garbage -- wipes the fluid from her eyes, and takes a second to count her grenades. All five are still there.

"I'm fine," she says, "thank you -- are you?"

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Re: -03 HRS stilljustandrew February 26 2012, 02:51:43 UTC
"Yeah --" He's panting a little. "I think so."

(He's also not quite as tall as he may have first appeared; he's standing on something that looks like a small throw rug, floating about six inches above the ground.)

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Re: -03 HRS flip_the_lights February 26 2012, 02:54:21 UTC
Like most of the other anomalies today, she spares the rug a quick glance, but no further wondering for now.

Dragging the side of her arm over her forehead, "You don't have any spare clips for a Glock 22 on you, do you?"

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Re: -03 HRS stilljustandrew February 26 2012, 02:59:03 UTC
He shakes his head. "All I've got is a tranq gun and a crossbow look out," as he dodges to one side of her to swing at a three-foot-tall fanged slug.

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Re: -03 HRS flip_the_lights February 26 2012, 03:03:07 UTC
Olivia reacts without thinking, ducking to the other side to keep herself clear.

She's becoming a liability. God, she needs a short-range weapon, she needs to fight her way inside and see if Bar's operational again so she can get more bullets --

(a jellyfish-like creature appears above her, flickers and stutters, explodes, vanishes)

Either that or she needs to pry open the same door the gemstone accessed so easily. But it's like fumbling for a locked door in the dark: whatever she did with the fire back there, she can't do it again on her own.

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Re: -03 HRS stilljustandrew February 26 2012, 03:04:50 UTC
"It's like bailing with a sieve out here," he half-groans, tugging his sword free of the slug's carcass.

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Re: -03 HRS flip_the_lights February 26 2012, 03:07:08 UTC
"How long have you been out here?"

She didn't miss how he was panting earlier. Olivia checks her grenades -- three left -- and plucks one free to take aim at a larger mass of creatures further away.

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Re: -03 HRS stilljustandrew February 26 2012, 03:12:40 UTC
"I don't know. Um. A while? I lost track of time." He coughs. "Lost track of just about everything -- I was trying to do some recon on the skaterug just to get an idea of how the battle's going, but what with our guys spread out all over the field --"

He rakes a tangle of hair out of his eyes, leaving a smear of yellowish blood on his temple and cheek. "-- and the way the whole place is going Klein-bottle-shaped, I can't tell what all's going on. But it doesn't look good."

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