ximilia | Entries tagged with doctor who: the doctor (11)

Hello, one and all! Never fret, for I, your favorite actress of the century, have returned!

[ on the screen is a woman with hair styled like an old hollywood starlet and a million dollar smile, arms spread out like she might have jumped out of a cake. and honestly, if she'd had the cake, she might have done her grand entrance just like that.

if some were to squint, some might see that her perfectly styled hair seems to be sporting a few more ... gray hairs. something that hadn't been there in her previous time here. ]

Don't worry. I'm not upset there's no red carpet, but — [ a light laugh, very humbling. ] Well, you can all do better next time.

[ a joke. obviously. not really. ]

For those who haven't had the privilege of meeting me, I'm Rita Farr. Though depending on what universes and what do that you all come from, you might have seen me in such classic films as The Crimson Lady, Three Guns to El Paso, and Cupid Knocks Thrice. All of those and more available to rent here at this very station for all interested.

Last time I was here, I had the privilege of serving as the Ximilia's Team Morale Coordinator, a position that I would be more than honored to take up again if it has a vacancy. [ it better. ] Though the trials on these missions are often difficult, it's always important to support one another and keep our spirits up! Let's cheer ourselves on, shall we?

In my time away, I've worked very hard as the leader of a very successful superhero team, and it's given me the chance to secure much more valuable experience that should prove very useful to our efforts. If anyone would like any advice on teamwork, confronting enemies, coordinating binders for mission notes, or simple have an interest in the field of Theatre, you can reach me at any time.

[ exhaling a breath, she clasps her hands together, maintaining her well-practiced smile. ]

I look forward to seeing all the old faces! I've missed all of you tremendously. [ well— ] Most of you. And for those I've yet to meet, I'm sure we'll be quite compatible teammates for the missions ahead.

groupiedrifter

[AHHH — CHOO!

You know, like a sneeze. That's what comes through the feed involuntarily. A sneeze. Followed by a stuffy response:]

Noticed there've been some new faces since the last time, and I'm bored, so let's get this show on the road! My name is Dr. Newton Geiszler, but you can call be Newt; I'm not too big a deal, just one of the best scientists you'll ever meet. And I'm super funny, and super brave. All of the staples of a quality protagonist, y'know? [Is he joking? Is he not? He'll never tell. But anyway.] Welcome aboard the Ximilia! We've got a little time before we all get shot off to the next mission, so if you got questions, you'd better leave 'em here! Might as well, because I'm in quarantine until further notice.

Unless I get the munchies; then I'm sneaking outta here when Yujin and Chishiya aren't looking...

[Sorry, was that supposed to not be sent?]

I've got a handy dandy mandatory questionnaire for you to fill out! We've never done these before, so it'll be nice to see how it contributes to the comradery and engagement of our super awesome team of regret-fueled heroes! Or, uh, anti-heroes. Or villains. I'm not gonna psychologically evaluate alla' you, because none of my 6 PhD's fall under that umbrella. What I can say with complete certainty is a disproportionate amount of adults on this station are atypically hot, which is a crime against me.

[ACHOO-]

Name:
Date of Birth:
Current Mood:
Movie of choice:
Signature dance move:
Most questionable food you enjoy:

( click for more ridiculous questionnaire shit )

kovach

[ a day after the attack from the creature, with many likely still recovering from their injuries in the infirmary, a voice starts up awkwardly through the earpieces. ]

Um, I —

[ it's kovacs from wherever he's being kept, temporarily confined away as most had suggested for him. it's the first he's said anything since the violent events through the station, barely having any recollection of it aside from what's been told to him. but he's smart, a detective in his own right, able to piece things together now that he's regained other memories from his past year in this place. it's enough that, with some time, he can at least explain enough of it. ]

The monster you all saw — the one that chased you, hurt you, nearly killed you — it ... it was me. But you probably all figured that out by now.

[ his voice is smaller than it typically is, unsure and shaky, unlike the more assertive, apathetic snarl that typically comes from him. ]

The way it was described, it sounded like this thing back home we call the Patchwork Man. Except that's just a fairy tale, some nightmare from a book. It's not something I've ever — this isn't something that's happened before. Which means ... which means it's happening now because of something else. Because of something I did.

About a year ago, not long after I first got there, I learned about something that I needed to prevent. I went to the Orb to change my deal. Except changing it comes with a cost. That much, plenty of you already know. That cost is different for everybody, and for me —

[ he hesitates for a moment, a deep breath heard. all the time he'd spent keeping it quiet, now spoken to all. ]

The cost to change my deal was that I'd gradually begin to lose my memories. I didn't know exactly what, just — important things. And that's exactly what happened.

Over the year, I couldn't remember things that happened to me back home, things that happened here. How I got here in the first place. What I came for. Eventually, I even forgot why I was forgetting. The Orb made me forget it was taking everything that I was, everything that I am, everything I spent months warning people not to be. I said it again and again: don't forget what the Orb did to Welford in Badrock. What he paid when he made his deal with it and I — I'm the one who forgot about the old man and we left him to be. Completely.

By the time we were split from half the group last month, my head had become so empty, I couldn't keep track of who I was anymore and I got ... scared. I thought it was a side effect from being in this sleeve — this body. See, in my world, we have the tech to jump into different skins, but with enough time, it starts to wear the mind down. Personality frag, we call it. I thought it was happening to me and that, with the more I lost, I'd start to become dangerous or a liability. So I went to do the only choice I thought I had — I went to the Orb. Again.

I didn't know this was the second time I tried to rework my deal, that the cost might be even higher than before. I didn't even realize that I was changing it. But I was desperate, out of my right mind. I just wanted the memories back. And I got 'em. Every single one.

But the cost? Well, that thing you all saw, that monster — that's what a deal with the Orb can do to you. That's what we all need to put a stop to.

[ he stops there, either to catch a breath or to take a moment, and it almost seems to be the end of the speech before he adds, ]

If I hurt you, I'm — [ sorry, he doesn't say, like he doesn't feel he has the right to, falling quiet. ] Whether I had control or not, that thing was still me. So if you're pissed off, I don't blame you. After all my talk before, I know I'm the hypocrite asshole who brought this on himself, so whatever consequences I have to pay, I'll pay. I owe you that much.

Just ... just take my word for it, at least — stop depending on them. Whatever deals you have with Orb, it's all a joke to those things. I know it doesn't mean shit coming from me, because of what I did, but we never should have relied on them in the first place. We need to get rid of them entirely so they don't fuck up anyone else.

[ and that's where he finally stops for now, leaving room for anyone else to chime in or ask questions. ]

( ooc: net convos are open to all! log options for visiting kovacs in his temporary locked room in person will be closed to close cr since he'd prefer no one be in close contact with him for a while. )

farr

[ some morning in the middle of the week, during their return to the station, an invitation will be taped on the door of every orber. though the calligraphy would suggest this must have been typed on a computer and printer, each invitation is actually very carefully hand-written and reads as follows: ]

( FULL TOWN HALL MEETING INTRODUCTION )

callada

There's an old metro system underneath this city. We need help accessing it.

All references to it have been censored from official records, but Law found old handwritten notes that mention that the city as it once stood was destroyed in the big earthquake, and train lines that used to exist were abandoned for the above-ground systems for safety.

Someone's using these old metro lines to deliver humanitarian supplies. We found boxes labeled with incorrect weights that had extra shipments of medicine, blankets, dismantled gear - all being received by Chiayi at the Golden Courtyard hotel.

We'd like to investigate these tunnels, but all three of us are registered on the HOLONET, and it seems that anything that happens on the HOLONET is accessible by the government agents that work with it. We don't want to compromise the safety of the people working to supply humanitarian aid, but we'd like to know more about what's going on down there, especially in case the orb is also hidden down there somewhere.

So: is there anyone here who is still unregistered, and who can drop everything and go tunnel-diving? Or, say, anyone who has a different method of seeing what's in there without being there in person?

kovach

We have some information on a man who might be

[ the message cuts off, soon replaced with some actual voices which seem to be trying to whisper over one another in a bickering back and forth (“I’m just gonna send it in a text.” “No, no! Texting’s no good, can you imagine the most important information shared over a text? This isn’t Twitter — which by the way is a mistake. There aren’t even any emojis!”) before eventually things get sorted enough for one voice to be louder than the rest— ]

Fucking— fine. [ if the swearing wasn’t indication enough, it’s kovacs, of course. with a sigh, he diverts his attention back to focusing his voice on relaying his message to the rest of the orbers. ] The Docs and I did some digging. Found out from the staff that a man with red skin, named Noct Wood, was seen coming out of the Days’ car. As far as we’ve seen, he hasn’t shown himself having any association with the family otherwise, but—

But! Oh, it’s very interesting, isn’t it? Why would a complete stranger be visiting the Days’ car at all, especially right around the murder? Yes, right. So we did a bit of trailing, lost my trousers for a moment there but I found them again, not to worry, and I thought: that’s a bit odd, not the trousers bit, the association thing — and insert raising-hands-emoji here, we believe we’ve found out where he might be staying. Could be important.

No one else was spotted the night of Jove’s murder. Question: What drives an individual to stab a man multiple times on a train bigger than a small village? Answer, they can only want one of two things: revenge or taking something back. [ The Doctor takes a beat to ponder. ] ...Do you remember what you told me, Doctor? About Helios and Terra? The two had stopped by the Dance Hall on the night of the murder. One of them mentioning about ‘he’ not being able to let ‘it’ go.

Ah, yes! Suppose I did get a bit distracted for a moment there. The ‘it’ they were talking about seemed to be of some sentimental value to ‘him’, and they did mention something about the museum which we’ve heard a few things about by now. [ Yes, he snoops on the network from time to time. ] There was even a mention that it was quite valuable, and the museum would ‘pay them well’ for it.

[ The other Orber’s can’t hear it, but the other Doctor is pacing around their tiny shared space like a cornered raccoon. They had time to do their sleuthing around the Steamhallow Express and soon they have to put the pieces all together. ]

Then we can suspect that someone from the Day family or this Noct stranger needed this book for a reason. Money, perhaps? Possible coordinates to the orb? One’s sentimentality could be another’s drive to find the object of their desires. Quite, literally...

But if I were any of you, I’d be on my toes. And keep a low profile with any authority figures. We’d only further muddy the waters in this mess.

[ meanwhile, the one who's become more of a third party in this little announcement has already lit a cigarette, not visible to the orbers but the exhale of smoke can almost be heard in the audible sigh that follows the chatter between the other two.

this really could have just been a text. ]

We weren't able to get any dirt on Wood and he spotted us outside of his cabin once, so it wouldn't be a good idea for us to hang 'round there again, since this crowd doesn't exactly ... blend in well. [ clearly indicating the doctors beside him, although with his own broadness, he doesn't exactly hide along the walls either. ] We'll leave it up to the rest of you to see what else he might be up to.

[ Off to the side, someone is zipping (or unzipping) their trousers.]

And let this be a lesson to you, these closets are really rather squishy. I suggest you come equipped with a belt. Or very sticky velcro. [ A beat. ] Velcro’s nice, why don’t they do more with velcro?

No! Don’t say squishy! I’m against squishy. My trousers were perfectly secured before you went ahead and started playing ‘Where in the World is my Sonic Screwdriver’! There isn’t enough velcro in the universe to keep your tweed together.

Jesus Christ— do not take your fucking pants off again. Please.

I spilt on wine on mine!

[ And completely unrelated, and said simultaneously: ] That was a lack of velcro’s fault!

We’re texting this shit next time. [ and the feed cuts before another disastrous word can be said. ]

( for reference: black dialogue is kovacs, blue dialogue is the 11th doctor, and purple dialogue is the 12th doctor. )

droide

Apparently I'm going to have to pretend to be a squishy organic for this next mission, so I need to learn how to do things organics do.
I think I can figure out most of it (though I'll accept advice if you have any).
There's just one thing I don't get:

Hugs.

Therefore, I'm doing research. Please vote in the below poll.

Poll #26956 Doing Research On Hugs

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 36

View Respondents

Why do organics hug? (you can select more than one)

View Answers

They like smelling each other's skin and hair
11 (33.3%)

It soothes their anxiety
23 (69.7%)

They can't think of anything else to do with their hands
10 (30.3%)

It just feels nice
23 (69.7%)

It reminds them that they're not alone
27 (81.8%)

As a sign of camaraderie and/or affection
26 (78.8%)

Who gives good hugs aboard the Ximilia (you can vote for yourself if you want, and select more than one)

View Answers

Degar
0 (0.0%)

Viveca
2 (5.7%)

Clarke Griffin
0 (0.0%)

Takeshi Kovacs
4 (11.4%)

Billy Butcher
4 (11.4%)

Rhysand
5 (14.3%)

Percival de Rolo III
0 (0.0%)

Harley Quinn
1 (2.9%)

Zari Tarazi
6 (17.1%)

Clara Oswald
11 (31.4%)

The Doctor (chinny one)
9 (25.7%)

The Doctor (grumpy one)
3 (8.6%)

River Song
1 (2.9%)

Rita Farr
1 (2.9%)

Ziggy Berman
0 (0.0%)

Yuri Leclerc
0 (0.0%)

Edward Elric
0 (0.0%)

Clarice Fong
0 (0.0%)

Alina Starkov
5 (14.3%)

The Darkling
1 (2.9%)

Mal Oretsev
2 (5.7%)

Yzak Jule
0 (0.0%)

Marta Cabrera
3 (8.6%)

Daisy Johnson
4 (11.4%)

Erik Stevens
1 (2.9%)

Bucky Barnes
3 (8.6%)

Natasha Romanoff
3 (8.6%)

Peter Quill
5 (14.3%)

Sam Wilson
7 (20.0%)

Shang-Chi
4 (11.4%)

Yelena Belova
2 (5.7%)

Gwen Stacy
2 (5.7%)

Kaidan Alenko
3 (8.6%)

Itachi Uchiha
2 (5.7%)

Kakashi Hatake
0 (0.0%)

Andromache
4 (11.4%)

Yusuf "Joe" al-Kaysani
3 (8.6%)

Sabriel
0 (0.0%)

Portgas D. Ace
0 (0.0%)

Rosinante Donquixote
3 (8.6%)

Trafalgar Law
0 (0.0%)

Yamato
0 (0.0%)

Hermann Gottlieb
2 (5.7%)

Newton Geiszler
7 (20.0%)

Raleigh Beckett
2 (5.7%)

Shinjiro Aragaki
0 (0.0%)

James Kirk
9 (25.7%)

Leonard McCoy
4 (11.4%)

Spock
1 (2.9%)

Finn
5 (14.3%)

L3-37
0 (0.0%)

R0-GR
1 (2.9%)

Rey
0 (0.0%)

Eleven
2 (5.7%)

Dean Winchester
4 (11.4%)

Blue
1 (2.9%)

Drift
5 (14.3%)

Megatron
2 (5.7%)

Minimus Ambus
1 (2.9%)

Deuce Spade
0 (0.0%)

Malleus Draconia
0 (0.0%)

Number Five
0 (0.0%)

Lan Xichen
3 (8.6%)

Nie Huaisang
0 (0.0%)

Wei Wuxian
0 (0.0%)

Moiraine Damodred
0 (0.0%)

Yennefer of Vengerberg
0 (0.0%)

Goro Majima
1 (2.9%)

Tianyou Zhao
2 (5.7%)

No one, we're all terrible at hugs
6 (17.1%)

[ OOC: feel free to comment and tag around as desired! this is a free-for-all! ]

fuchsiative

[ if someone told clarice she'd be reaching out to the rest of her cohort almost the instant she finds her footing on the station, she'd have laughed in their face. frankly, she would have preferred to keep her head down, stay out of the way until she was needed.

but some things were necessary, and dealing with a whole set of people whose backgrounds and experiences she had no clue about necessitated some information-gathering.

reaching out anonymously seemed like a good compromise. ]

mutant

[ she's here for one reason, and one reason only. making a list of those she had to steer clear from is only going to help her achieve her goal in the long run. ]

what does that word mean to you?

homeostatic

( It's Friday evening, and there's a familiar drawl on the network: )

Well, I suppose I'm proud of some of y'all. Nobody burned the place down.

Getting right to the point: how many of you have fallen asleep and sworn you'd gone home? To your home universe, I mean, not necessarily your literal home.

( and some of the good humor's faded from his voice, more serious now, )

I heard I was asleep for four days, but I just spent a couple months in my own world.

kovach

[ he's not really in the habit to go public on here, and he's much less likely to show his face usually, but considering his intent in this, he figures it helps to show a visual. the face he wears now, a few days into their return from giva, is probably more familiar to the people here than the one he was wearing around taeum, back to its usual display of bruises and cuts, having already returned to this body by the time he'd gotten into his fight with v'rizz, wasting little time in getting damage done to it again.

his old smoking habit is back to, fingers snatching the cigarette from between his lips so he can start speaking. ]

So, some of you might've seen me with a different face this past mission. I pretty much explained it to those few what the whole deal about it is, but — since it's not really a normal thing for people, I figured I can save everybody's time from having to provide the entire backstory every time.

[ because there's only so many times he could give a combined history-science lesson. ]

Where I come from, advancements in technology have allowed the extraction of human consciousness from the physical body. It can be stored and moved like data, and mostly we keep it in these discs called stacks, implanted in the back of the neck. [ his hand reaches back, tapping at his nape. ] It stores everything that makes a person who they are — personality, thoughts, instincts, memories. Which means a person can be moved around — downloaded and uploaded — from body to body. The physical is just ... sacks of flesh we call sleeves. You can even shoot down a body, destroy the heart and all the other organs, but as long as the stack is untouched, a person can survive. Just put the data from the stack into a different sleeve and life goes on.

[ it's a lot more complicated than that, if you involve the politics and economics and morality issues, but he figures the basics is enough for now. a sigh leaves him, bringing the cigarette back in and breathing in the smoke. ]

The sleeve I'm wearing now wasn't originally mine. How I got it and why is a whole other story that's not important — [ not for a public speech, anyway. ] The sleeve some of you saw me in while at Taeum ... is the one I was born with. But just like everything else in that place, it was mostly just bullshit tricks, so you're all stuck with this face again.

Oh! [ A completely different, yet additional familiar face pops up over Kovacs’ shoulder in his usual attire, dark coat and vest and bowtie. He waves. ] Hello! Sorry to interrupt, couldn’t quite help but overhear you talking a little bit about that ol’ ‘same person, different bodies’ bit. You see, I know a little something about that. Bit different, of course, but the concept’s really quite similar —

[ Yes, he’s just going to join Kovacs now. Sup. ]

Right. What you’ve said might be a little bit confusing if you haven’t got any experience with same-person-different-bodies, and — and what? Where are your drawings? The presentation?

[ There’s a shuffling as the Doctor turns to glance in Kovacs’ direction, and then his left, his right, and up towards the ceiling for good measure. ]

Discs and sleeves and stacks and all that, basically: bodily-wodily stuff. You, and the good-looking one are one and the same. Same person, different bodies. [ There’s a brief pause, and then: ] You know what, I think we’ll need a Powerpoint.

[ having a horrid flashback of the presentation the doctors attempted with trying to explain their own mutual existence, kovacs is quick to try shooing the other man away with a cigarette-holding hand. ]

We're not doing the shitty diagram strategy. [ a pause. ] Wait — what do you mean good-looking one?

( the blue text above is a guest appearance by the eleventh doctor. feel free to address either one of them! )

bossily

[At first, all that can be seen is an up-close view of a bowtie. It’s being adjusted by slender little fingers, and there’s a mischievous laugh, followed quickly by the Doctor distinctly admonishing, Not in front of company!]

What company? It’s just Alina.

[But she clearly knows exactly what company he’s talking about, and smirks as she pulls back and away. They have important things to discuss, after all.]

Right. So the Doctor and I, we recently met with Entr’i. And we know there’s been plenty of discussion on the upcoming war, but there’s more we felt needed to be addressed. Starting with that amulet.

[ There’s a pause and the video feed seems to shift, though the general colour of the imagery remains a sort of reddish hue reflecting Sedorum’s ever-crimson sky. ]

Hello! Yes! The amulet. [ Bowtie now in perfect order, the Doctor clears his throat and properly flaps Clara away. ] Now there’s cause to believe this amulet is a whole other sort of thing and not the thing we want, but the power Entr’i believes it has … well, it all fits together perfectly.

[ He means, of course, the reason they’re here in the first place: the orbs, the mission. ]

Of course Entr’i herself — she’s rather the determined type. Very much ‘get-things-done’ and never-you-mind all the obstacles that might stand in her way. She really believes she can use the power of this counterpart amulet to — ah, what did she say? ‘Bring the two realms together.’ Yes, I think she means to quite physically bring down the barriers that divide the realms and create a whole new sort of city for all souls, bringing them together.

Quite the ambition, eh? [ He looks thoughtful. ] Now! Now — what does this mean for the upcoming war bit? Right — well, I don’t plan on doing any warring, not me, not my area of expertise, but. We’ll need to — Clara? Clara, tell everyone what we’ll need to do.

[There’s a moment’s pause, just long enough for Clara to appreciate the fact he’s deferring to her for the important part.]

What we’ll need -

[Another pause, as her mind works quickly to not only remember the conversation they’re referencing, but to create something resembling a plan.]

What we’ll need is people who are able to stay behind with us. In a few days, we’re gonna be the only hope the people here have. It’s up to us to band together to help guide them to safety. And to keep them as secure as possible. Anyone in Taeum or Sedorum that’s able and willing to help, your orders come from -

Oh! [ The Doctor suddenly exclaims, recalling something else in between listening and thinking, and remembering very important conversations. ] Yes, Clara’s right of course. We’ll need to make sure that anyone in Taeum and Sedorum has means of protection in case things go sour, whether that’s a safe place to hide or someone to protect them. I’ll admit there really is only so much one can do with a sonic screwdriver when it comes to souls, but — ah, never mind that.

There was one other thing. Something about notes. What did Entr’i call them? Magic notes?

[ Alina, perched on the edge of the camera's view, snapping back to sudden attention. Her eyes jump from where they've centered onto the wall, looking indignant at Clara's elbow jabbing her in the ribs, before she seems to remember herself.

Right. Sheepishly, she clears her throat. ]

Sorry. Anyway, Entr'i thought she would have to use the amulet to bring Sedorum's army to Giva, but the magic notes the Doctor mentioned will help her transport them. Which means the amulet is free to merge Sedorum and Taeum together.

[ For a moment, she trails off, mouth opening and closing before she finds the words. ]

We can’t stop the war from breaking out in Giva, but Entr’i thinks we can use it to distract and trick Him and the Highest One. She wants to stall long enough for a chosen group of us to go in, get the other amulet from the Highest One, and get out. With all of our limbs intact, hopefully. Another group will need to go in and free the prisoners Taeum has locked up while we have the chance.

If you can fight, you should volunteer for one of the infiltration groups or head to Giva as soon as you can before things can get worse. Remember we’re fighting to stall them. If you’re just looking to destroy something, go beat up a straw puppet.

Entr’i and the rest of us — we’re not looking for more bloodshed. If you can’t trust her on that, I hope you can at least trust me.

That goes for Clara and the Doctor’s group, too. We just want everyone to be kept as safe as they can be. [ A beat ticks by as she glances at Clara. ] If she starts bossing you around, you should listen to her. Clara knows best. There’s no one I would trust more to protect these people with everything they have than her and the Doctor.

[ At this, the Doctor nods. Far be it from him to argue about that last bit, besides which, Alina is perfectly right.

He claps his hands together. ]

Right. That should do it, then —

[Clara holds up a hand, stopping both the Doctor and Alina from adding on anything more.]

You’re right. I do know best. And since I know best, let me remind all of you that war is coming. Whether we want it to or not. All we can do now is try to prepare and make the best out of the situation. Arguing isn’t gonna change that. So please, do whatever you can now to make yourself ready. We’ll be waiting till we’re called for action. I advise you to do the same.

[There’s a moment where she gives her best stern teacher look, followed by a curt nod of her head. The Doctor looks in her direction and then meets Alina’s glance, proud and absolutely not about to argue with what Clara’s said, before his expression changes and he opens his mouth to start a new story. You see, there was this noodle-vendor in the shopping district, and —

And then the video feed cuts off without anything further to be added.]

[ooc: Red is Clara, Blue is the 11th Doctor, Purple is Alina. These three are coming together to lead the charge for part 2!]

peasant

[ it comes late in the night while she's slumped in a chair at a strategist's table, though time is meaningless in the hellish pits of an afterlife. sedorum's frenzied chaos is neverending, a constant clash of noise that isn't unlike alina's mind, as she stares at the tactical notes laid out in front of her without truly seeing them.

she should have control over what she transmits through the earpiece, now. but it's a malformed thought that shakes loose from some miserable and lonely part of her, broadcasted before she can help it — ]

do you feel like you deserve to be here

[ in some afterlife meant to punish them, or perhaps here. existing, chasing their chances to undo a regret. even alina herself doesn't quite know which one she means. ]

unbreachable

I had an interesting discussion with the innkeeper last night.

He told me three stories, stopped, then started all over again. I feel like I just ran into an NPC or something, you know? Maybe we're in a video game.

Has anyone else experienced that?

I guess we should probably chat about everything else too, huh.

[ for reference. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves. ]

attackbrows

[ The ~~brain~~ video feed turns on, revealing a very charming and handsome young man sitting in front of the camera wearing a pair of sunglasses. Where’d he get those glasses from? Ray-Ban could never!

It looks like he’s sitting in one of the residential rooms that appear to be somewhat polished, save for the packaged meat sitting behind one bed. ]

Well? Come on, then! And maybe don’t look so cross, you know, show them a little holiday spirit! Should we get you the hat? We should get you the hat —

Shut it! I know what I’m doing.

[ An exasperated sigh can be heard to the side that sounds eerily Clara-esque. ]

And what’s all that about?! Why am I the one delivering this? Just get flappy bird to do it! Why can’t we send them an e-mail? Or one of those carrier pigeons?

What pigeons, Doctor?

Hold on a tick — did we get pigeons in our item drop? That’d be brilliant, eh? We’d hardly need these communications devices, oh! Oh, I could show Alina —

No! Now, stop it! You’re distracting yourself.

[ In a few moments, the Doctor (the cute one) is looking off to the side with his eyes slightly squinted. ]

Read. The… Yes! Yes! I know!

[ The Doctor (the incredibly smooth and sexy one) starts sifting through a short stack of index cards in his hands. ]

Hello. This is the Doctor. You know? The incredibly tall and sauve one. Not the old, crinkly man who is currently reading this messa--

[ His eyes immediately shoot up to show his predecessor the meanest of mugs.

There’s an audible “Ow!” heard offscreen, followed by Clara reaching over to grab that first card. You can clearly see the internal struggle the Doctor (the one who is serving Einstein meets Beethoven realness) is going through. Like a child being tasked to wash the dishes or having to kiss their granny. ]

These past few months have been incredibly difficult and tiresome, but I assure you all are doing a brilliant job. This is the part where you give them a thumbs up and a smile.

[ ...Skipping that part. ]

Given that we’ve spent over 500-some odd hours together on this station, me, Clara and the old bat who looks like a grey dusty tumbleweed reading this messa—

[ Tossing that away! ]

—Would like to invite you all to celebrate Christmas with us. For all of my non-Earth friends, it is a special holiday most humans like to spend together. There will be plenty of food and fizzy drinks to go around. There will also be tree-mendous decorations. Stop for laughter. [ … ] I snow hope you will all able to join us.

I love you all from my head to my mistletoe.

[ After all that is read, the Doctor promptly reaches for a brick and clutches it against his chest and lets out a sigh of relief. From somewhere off-camera, there’s a series of claps, maybe applause? Maybe a fly somehow made it onto the station? (No it’s definitely applause, joined with a ‘See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’) ]

Doctor!

Can I have my crisps now?

[ ooc note: threadhopping is a go!

color key: clara = orange, the doctor (11) = blue, the doctor (12) = purple ]

[ ooc update: You can find the Christmas Party log HERE!!! ]

aurable

Hello! My name is Drift, and unfortunately, I'm more used to writing speeches than giving them. [ An agonizingly chipper voice comes through that might make you think of a substitute teacher trying too hard. ] Ordinarily, I avoid starting with negativity, especially in greeting, but this felt urgent. I apologize in advance if this is detrimental to anyone attempting to regain a more positive outlook after having gone through the ordeal that was our arrival.

It has come to my attention that the mess hall in the southeastern wing accommodates the specific needs of newcomers. Otherwise, fantastic news, but I'm compelled to warn everyone here now: If you come across any containers with a somewhat viscous or luminous quality that could be anything from purple, pink, orange, or green?

Do. Not. Drink. It.

Actually, you would be doing me a favor if you avoided touching it at all and contacted me immediately. In all likelihood, that's a container of Energon or a similar substance, and it is remarkably toxic to humans. I say 'remarkably' because the poor medical staff would only be able to remark on how quickly your internal organs coagulated into sludge after the first gulp.

It's perfectly safe if it's unopened, but to err on the side of caution, I'd ask it be removed by either myself or someone with experience in hazardous materials if you come across it.

[ Drift clears his 'throat' which sounds more like machinery venting overlaid with the sound of cough. ]

On a lighter note, I'd like to explore the possibility of scheduled team-building exercises. Making full use of the station's training and simulation rooms for more regimented practice and possible meditation for those who need it couldn't hurt.

attackbrows

[ If you’re one of the night owls aboard the station, you might find your communications device pinging you with an alert for a message that really probably could have waited until the morning.

But hey, you’re still awake, maybe you couldn’t sleep, and this is bound to be entertaining at best, and easily deletable content at worst. (But don’t do it. Don’t delete this. It’s very important information; it’s information that might one day save your life.)

A clickable link appears on said post, leading to the best, most easily understood PowerPoint Presentation to ever exist: ]

( cut for an obnoxious visual below )

callada

[For once, Rosinante is sharing a video to the network rather than text or voice. It's quickly clear why: he's speaking from the deck of an enormous battleship, with its many towering masts, and artillery guns that look like they're designed to be operated by someone even larger than he is.]

Before the last mission, I had a few of you asking to see the sort of ships I worked around back home. I think a couple even wanted to learn a little about how to sail in case we ever end up on the sea going after one of these orbs.

So if any of that sounds useful, or if you're just curious, I'm in the simulation room with a battleship, and yes, you can fire the cannons.

[Because surely that was going to be someone's first question.]

((Come find him at the open log here!))

groupiedrifter

Welcome, new meat! My name's Newton, I'm your kind and welcoming local scientific genius rockstar. Pleased to meet you, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Important things to know about me: I love rock music, I love playing the guitar, I love being elbow-deep in my xenobiology work, and I love finger foods. Also, I have a winning personality.

There's approooximately 35 to 40 other experienced weirdos lurking around this ship, same team as you, not including our lovely AI Viveca — who you can so lovely call 'Viv'! So I figured I might as well give you all a heads up about each and every one of the unlikely and likely heroes roaming these halls.

[The following is an audio-to-text recording called 'Meet the Crew!'.]

( MEET THE CREW IF YOU DARE )

And there you have it! Your wonderful, super capable, super talented Ximilia crew! I'm wanting the full details of you new people in return, just for the record. A/S/L, hobbies, special skills, deep dark secret backstories, all of it. Fork 'em over now, or it'll be off to the airlocks with you. Chop-chop.

lateness

Hello! [ The voice that all but springs into your ear, should you tune into this particular network post, is bright and cheerful and nearly bursting with an attempt at curbing his excitement. ] Hello, I'm the Doctor — just one of us staying on this station for one reason or another, hey?

I have some good news! Well, good news if you like waffles and popcorn, sometimes at the same time. No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. [ He will not be taking questions about this at this time.

He's a man of impeccable taste, after all. If you haven't tried fish fingers and custard yet, you are missing out. ] All thanks to the bits I've found in the lab, and perhaps a fair amount of boredom — time really does move slowly, doesn't it? — I've made a waffle maker! And a popcorn machine!

[ He pauses deliberately to leave room for cheers and applause. Or disbelief, there's always some of that too, he supposes. A video will flicker to life, showing the kitchen and a tall, chinny man in a bowtie and a fez staring back. He waves, then pans over to the appliances in question. ]

I've placed them in the kitchen; did a little reorganizing, you see. Feel free to use them, they're meant to be used. Ah — and don't worry, the waffles are supposed to look like ... little clouds. [ There's a beat. ] Sort of. They've still got the waffle-y bits though, that was important.

[ Yes! If anyone were to venture into the kitchen, they'll find said waffle maker and popcorn machine proudly placed on one of the countertops. They're both a little funny looking, not your sleek Kitchen-Aid/Cuisinart models from Earth, but a suspicious mish-mash of metallic bits and bobs. Aesthetics may have been low-priority but both machines will work! ]

Has anyone tried to put custard over popcorn before? Think I ought to try that.

[ Perhaps for everyone's sake, the video feed cuts off. And there you have it. ]

groupiedrifter

Alright, let's not be total wallflowers at prom here, if we're going to be stuck together for the foreseeable future, I think it's only right that we (read: I) start getting to know all of my fellow space cadets. If we're ACTUALLY in space and this isn't some humongous simulation. You guys saw how easy it was for this place to manufacture a hyper-realistic simulation earlier, right? Yikes, big yikes.

But if we ARE in space and we're going to be traveling around, that's actually kind of AWESOME.

No offense to anyone who didn't want to actually be here of course, but you're nuts if you're not a LITTLE curious about the vast expanse of outer space. C'mon. OUTER SPACE! How incredible is that? And here I thought me coming face to face with aliens back home was INCREDIBLE, now we've got ACTUAL OUTER SPACE??? Pinch me I'm in a simulation. LOL.

Sorry I'm rambling, my name's Newt. Dr. Newton Geiszler, but but that sounds so much more boring and overcomplicated than 'Newt', so just stick with that. Worked as a xenobiologist on earth (is there multiple earths or what??? a lot of you are crazy unfamiliar with Kaiju, which is wild to me), helped giant robots fight aliens, the usual. Likes are rock music, playing instruments, tattoos, science and tech, dislikes are bossy pushovers who complain about those things.

Speaking of which, my really good pal from home's name is Hermann Gottlieb, and you should call him Herm to make him REALLY feel at home. :)

It's nice to meet you guys on the NEWTwork. ;P

... Actually—

[Suddenly, the text turns into audio, in which a higher voice with some focal fry bleeds in-]

—can I just abruptly switch to an audio function?

[A pause, and then an excitable:]

Holy shit, how awesome is that?! This is amazing; we've made some pretty monumental gains in technology back home, but we're still working on finessing the finer aspects of neuralogically connecting to networks like these for the general population. I'd love to take one of these apart sometime and see what makes them tick. Good to have an idea of what to expect, in case we need modifications or repairs done at any point.

Anyway. Uh. Hey!

... This whole voices-in-your-head thing can't be good for my train of thought, but geronimo, right?

[If anyone listens beyond that, they may catch the accidental thought-to-audio that follows:]

Wha — oh, dammit.

I sure hope this is the last nosebleed, because I would rather not worry about having accidental brain damage from drifting with aliens.

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