[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think. And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink )

((Posted rather well in advance of actually needing it to keep the mun's brain tidy; it's there for when the characters and players are ready.))
[identity profile] mickey-cops.livejournal.com
((Continuing from this post.))

In the passageways beneath the park, where a group had gathered to break down a long-closed door, a laser beam was widening, and a broad circle began to blacken the surface of the wood, the locks melting and streaming down in shining rivulets, to puddle at the doorstep. The room was getting hot, now.

Outside, all at once, the rides all stopped. Animatronic figures jolted still; boats bumped each other confusedly; rollercoasters fell to the bottom of their tracks and did not continue up. The lights inside the buildings flickered off; the perpetual background noise of music and soundeffects went silent.

Below, the hole in the door began to crackle and spark around the edges, and for just a moment all the eyes trained on the door could see through it a fathomless darkness. An odd, organic silence filled the air; everyone's breathing and small movements were audible, but so too was a new absence of sound, as though the walls were all holding their breath.

And then the air around the door began to shimmer.
[identity profile] hear-the-drums.livejournal.com
((set not long after the Master gives the Rani some blood to test.))

The only thing worse than the Rani's curiosity was his own particularly violent brand.

What a fantastic death abyss. )
caycep: (Hmm.)
[personal profile] caycep
It was the day after the meeting.

Cayce waited at the statue for the underground expedition to show up. It was a bit bigger and more unwieldly than she'd originally intended, and keeping everyone in line was going to be worse than herding cats, but ... well, you pays your money and you makes your bets.

She really, really hoped this was going to work.

((Here's how this works: if you are participating in the expedition, post a comment in the Meetup thread below to indicate that you're showing up. The main body of the RP will go in the Expedition thread, in which the team actually goes underground and does their thing.))
[identity profile] hear-the-drums.livejournal.com
The Master wasn't sure if the Rani checked her mail, so the day after his encounter with Samuel Winchester an envelope appeared on the doorstep of her TARDIS.

Inside there was a vial of blood and a note:

Oh my darling, dearest, light of my life, whose intellect constantly astounds and amazes even the lowliest of creatures in this Rassilon forsaken place,

Do me the tiniest favor of running this through some standard blood tests? If there is there is any sort of anomaly worth note, I would love to hear about it.

She would know who it was from. And hopefully peaking her curiosity would be enough to get from her what he wanted.
[identity profile] a-cruel-irony.livejournal.com

Leader of greatest empire on earth looking for an assistant. Must be able to lift heavy loads, clean secret labs without destroying glassware, avoid questioning orders, and enjoy roller coasters. Cooking and baking a plus. No experience necessary. Will train the right candidate. Preferably large, young, male, cute, and dumb as a brick. Good advancement opportunity. Contact Yzma.
caycep: (I'm listening)
[personal profile] caycep
((The return of Cayce and Quixote! Wide open RP. If you haven't already, catch up with the adventures of Quixote, Setsuna, Cayce, and Adam here.))

At some point after Pirate Day, an announcement came on over the park PA system.

"Hi everyone. This is Cayce Pollard. I'd like everyone to come to a meeting tonight to discuss a new discovery that's been made about the park. The meeting's in the Honey I Shrunk the Audience auditorium, at sundown. This is pretty important, so please be there if you can."

That evening ...

Don't forget to keep your head warm )


After the various discussions had settled out somewhat, Cayce finally cleared her throat.

"Okay, so here's the plan. Tomorrow at midday, anyone who wants to join the underground expedition should meet at the statue. It sounds like the time dilation or whatever it is makes time pass more slowly belowground than up here, so I think Adam and Setsuna will be fine. We should take the time to get ready with whatever we'll need to bring with us." Plus, of course, it was Adam. Of course they'd be fine. "Then, once we're at the door and ready to proceed, the—the Master will send a signal to the Doctor, who'll lead the distruption. Anyone has any other questions, find me. Thanks, everybody."

((And there will be a fresh post for the expedition when my life is a little more normal.))
[identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
((closed RP for Sam and the Master))

(It's like an old picture in black and white from some noir film, a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette, the man across from her sipping something expensive from a highball glass. They're talking, words he doesn't quite understand, and there's laughter in their tones, an almost lightness. He recognizes her, it's Una, and the man)

(his eyes, darkening, it could be intimacy but it's not, and he knows that face too, that smile that's a lie, he met the Master at the gates when the man - alien - first arrived. he'd thought he could be a demon then and he thinks so now)

(at the sight of her pressed up against the wall, straining for air as the Master's elegant-but-cruel hands tighten around her throat, and he isn't stopping, isn't giving room for air, and the look on her face that suggested this could all be just a dangerous game slips under the sounds of a windpipe slowly collapsing beneath his fingers)

Sam gasped, seeing a distant glimpse of the ground close to his nose, was aware that (the same room, now in disarray; there had to have been a struggle.) his chest was heaving and the staggering, stabbing pain (the outside of the Toon Town City Hall, one door ever so slightly ajar.) behind his eyes was lessening some. The ground was wet where he'd dropped a half-drunk can of Coke-Cola, the sight slowly spreading liquid interspersed in his sight with the flagging pieces of the vision.

(Una's body, pale and broken and lifeless, and the Master's hands covered in her blood)

He hadn't had a vision since he'd come to the park. He'd never had a vision that hadn't been centered around one of the children like him, or the demon that stalked them. He'd never had a vision with so many complicated pieces. Sam let his forehead rest on the pavement, feeling how his knees ached from falling on them. He'd been right about what he told John- his visions were getting stronger.

Or maybe he was making them stronger.

And things are gonna slide in all directions, won't be nothing you can measure anymore. )
[identity profile] a-lonely-god.livejournal.com
(Private thread for the Doctor, the Master, and the Rani, takes place a day or two after the last conversation the Rani and the Doctor had)

Early one morning, the bright blue police box TARDIS materialized beside the maintenance shack TARDIS, both doors opening with a bang and staying that way. The Doctor, a few large, heavy cables draped over and around his shoulders, secured both so that they would continue to stay open, and then went and rapped smartly on the door to the Rani's TARDIS.

"Oh Rani!" he singsonged.
[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
It was yet another sunny morning. )

((Some small number of days after Una's latest confab with Starbuck. Closed to Una and the Master; of course, as long as they're outside, passersby who might conceivably be in the area could easily catch sight of them, but it's probably best not to interfere.  ^_^))

((ETA: *facepalm* Do I really have to say anything, warning-wise? We should know better than to leave them around sharp objects...))
[identity profile] perfect-karma.livejournal.com
Franziska may have been new to America in general and California in specific, but she had no interest in doing tourist things like seeing the sights or going to such a place as Disneyland. As a von Karma, her time was far too valuable to waste doing foolish things, and this rule was especially true for Franziska, who had never considered time a thing to be wasted. While other children had been playing foolish games, Franziska had been studying law and becoming a prosecutor. Even now that she'd been a prosecutor for five years and had never lost a case, she still had no time for Disneyland. There was revenge to consider.

So when she suddenly found herself outside the gates to Disneyland, she took a very skeptical look around, and then took out the whip she kept at her side.

"What foolery is this?" she asked, glaring. "I demand an explanation."

A von Karma's application is perfect )

((Franzy comes from Justice for All, sometime slightly prior to case 2. She hasn't met Phoenix yet, or had the slight change of heart she eventually gets. Which leads me to--

Warning: Franziska is crazy and very good with a whip. If you behave foolishly or anger her, she will whip you. If you want to know what Franziska considers foolish, it is everything. Basically, the whip is a slapstick prop in the game, and no one ever gets really hurt from it (except when she whips someone long enough to make them pass out). But the fact of the matter is, if you come to this app, there is a good chance she will whip you. If you don't want that to happen, you probably shouldn't post.))
[identity profile] a-lonely-god.livejournal.com
((Takes place a day or two after the Doctor gives up trying to get out of the park.))

Not long ago the Doctor had told the Master that his greatest weapon was that he knew him. The time that had passed –and not passed, and un-passed– since then had taught him differently, and as he walked up the steps to the City Hall he realized that he didn’t really know what reaction to expect from him over the whole fiasco. His head told him that they’d done a lot worse to each other over the years than a fistfight; he imagined he’d owe the Master a few conceded battles to even out that particular score to the other’s satisfaction.

And yet somehow he felt a rather disproportionate amount of trepidation as he knocked at the door. When no one answered he heaved a sigh and let himself in.
markoftherani: (Smug)
[personal profile] markoftherani
((A couple of days after the latest Time Lord fiasco... Semi-open; at some point the Rani will have to talk to at least one of Those Two in isolation, whether she—or they—like it or not. Also, slight retcon.))

There was, the Rani decided, no point in keeping the spy drone any longer.

For one thing, she felt that had learned everything useful that she might need to know about what was going on with Those Two. For another, and more importantly, nothing was ever going to top the entertainment value of watching them pummel each other like they hadn't –ever really, not like that, and maybe they should have– in centuries. She'd keep that footage around forever, to be hauled out any time she needed to cheer herself up.

The whole affair had put her in such a good mood that she didn't even bother summoning the spy drone remotely. She walked to Toon Town to take it down herself. Because there was no way she was going to pass up an opportunity to laugh in their –bruised– faces, should they show them.

She was slightly bemused to find that the Doctor's TARDIS was nowhere to be seen, but guessed that he was probably sulking somewhere else. Typical.

She took her time getting the little device down from its hiding place. And really, the amount of time she spent prodding its workings was probably excessive, but what the hell.
[identity profile] fighthepowa.livejournal.com
That weird beastman, the almost human one, Viral; his mecha was taller and stronger, its captain more experienced. Viral thought that made him better than Kamina. Skill, planning, logic, reason? To Kamina, these things have nothing to do with true strength! True strength comes from a man’s will! The determination in his soul!
But Viral thought he was better than Kamina, and this irked him. Just because his ganmen was taller than Gurren, Kamina’s mecha.
And there was Simon, in Lagann, right there next to him. A sudden idea occurred to Kamina. As with all sudden ideas, there was only one possible course of action-act on it as quickly as possible.
“Simon, let’s do ‘that’.”
But in the next second, he wasn’t seated in Gurren’s cockpit.

Mickey coughs theatrically.  )
[identity profile] superherogifted.livejournal.com
[Sound of static]

Sorry! Uh, hang on, let me...

[music begins to play, then louder static, sound comes in and out]

Juuuust a--

[crackling noise, and then the sound becomes perfectly clear]

[Static's Theme Song plays]

Shut up, Lil Romeo is Awesome )
[identity profile] a-lonely-god.livejournal.com
Written invitations again. Rassilon he was getting domesticated.


Haven’t seen much of you lately. Come over for dinner tonight?

-The Doctor

Scrawled in, as though in afterthought:

No, I didn’t invite the Master this time.
[identity profile] attendthebutton.livejournal.com
You gods who might know this woman as one of your own, please listen to me. We here call her 'Eirene'. She was called 'Adella' where she came from, somewhere... beyond the Rhine... I'm not sure exactly where. Anyway, you'll know her.

She was a good woman. She always spoke very highly of you. So please, look after her and our boy.

My name, is Titus Pullo. Ex-13th legion.

Her husband.

I wasn't always as good to her as I should have been.

I give my life to you to use as you like, if you'll see that she's happy now.

By the way, he's speaking in Latin. )

[[ooc: Say hello, or rather "Salve!", to Titus Pullo from HBO's amazing show Rome. Pullo is taken from the beginning of episode 8 of season 2. Directly after burying his wife who he thinks died of natural complications during pregnancy. Pullo only speaks Latin so... Let's see how this turns out.
[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
((Closed to Una and the Master.))
((ETA: And, yeah ... R-rated warnings for the usual sorts of bad behaviour, and some not-so-usual sorts, including a touch of self-harm.))

The flashes of memory, the moments of slippage, had been getting worse.

But you can't show me any kind of hell that I don't know already )
[identity profile] elle-sparks.livejournal.com
Elle was bored again. She hadn't seen Spike in ages, so she decided she was going to go look for him.

She was unaware of any imminent threat that might be lurking, despite Cayce's recent warning about someone looking for her.

[post is open, but first thread is for Sylar & Elle (and the Mickey cops) only. read here for more info.]
[identity profile] hear-the-drums.livejournal.com
After his and the Rani's lovely run-in with the park's giant friendly neighborhood reptile, the Master had only one place he could think of to go.

Don't show me no more, please. )


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