| Medl Village III : The Storm After the Calm. |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:45 am] |
O.O.C: RIGHT THIS THREAD IS NOW OPEN!
The following thread takes place the MORNING AFTER the Feast. Your characters can obviously play in DUAL TIME ZONES if you're not finished what they've gotten up to the night before!! :D
Please feel free to have your characters wake up as normal and gradually 'catch up' to the events going on. So if you want to have your character have a mildly embarrassed chat or a cuddle with someone else over morning tea before the events occur leading INTO what's going on that's fine, just start your own character threads for the characters off the main post and we'll gradually bring them all together! :)
N.B: As previously posted, for those characters still active NO retroactively preparing your characters (deliberately or by chance) in the Night Before threads for what happens here. Your characters sail on in blissful ignorance...
Right...let's get to it!
( OMG ACTUAL PLOT UNDER CUT!! ) |
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| Teleportation Blues. |
[Jul. 23rd, 2008|04:55 pm] |
Right, so catching up with my ex-honey didn't go so good. Fortunately I had my handy time-agents bracelet on. I manage to make a cunning getaway right back to either my original coordinates back on Earth during their first world war or, even better, to the coordinates that I wanted to teleport to in the first place.
So a brief tug through time and space and I should encounter......
SEARING BLOODY PAIN EVI-DAMNED-DENTLY!!!
I feel myself heading back in time momentarily but then there's a sort of sudden snapping sound and a brilliant flash of light and I open up a portal 2 meters or so off the ground. This won't be fun.
I was correct in that assessment. I oomph as I hit the cold, metal ground below and after a moment to clear my head I rise to my feet and look about to find that I'm smack dab in the middle of what looks suspiciously like a giant, bloody sewage system. |
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| [John and Heather Chesterton] Bad Feelings All Around |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|11:26 pm] |
[OOC: Continuation of the earlier post due to severe thread-cramping. Jackie, Smilie, Mickey, John, Heather, and the Strange Purple Dudes are in here.]
"If you are not evil I am sorry!"
Heather glances up at the boy and for one startled moment meets his eyes before she drops hers again. He's not so bad, she decides, as he puts his hands on her chest, carefully above her breasts. At least he's trying to be kind. And he apologized.
But that Lord Sinbad still terrifies her. And he's still looming. Her breath comes quicker just at the thought of what he could do to her father, nearing a sob. "...and everyone was an Henry, wouldn't have a Johnny or a Sam, I'm a great old man, I'm Henry, Henry the Eighth I am..."
He takes his hands away, avoiding the eyes of her glaring father, and looks at his leader, "One heart only beats within her Lord Sinbad. She is not Pylit but Traveller."
The second he says that, Heather bolts for her father. The men holding John won't let go his arms, but she can and does wrap her arms around his waist and bury her head in his chest. She leaves her jacket crumpled by Smilie and her shirt unbuttoned in her eagerness to get to her father.
John bends his head and murmurs to his daughter, meaningless, loving reassurances, anything he can possibly think of. At least she isn't crying. For the first time since the purple men showed up, he isn't glaring at this Lord Sinbad; his attention is entirely on his daughter. |
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| Medl Village III : Morning After - The Storm Following The Calm. |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|04:30 pm] |
O.O.C: In order to move our plot onwards, we now get a bit more Who-ish, and let our characters play in DUAL TIME ZONES!! :D
The following thread takes place the morning after the Feast.
However, please feel free to continue posting in all threads for the night before, or to start new ones around the feast, as your characters continue to talk, move around, discover things and generally interact with each other as a group. Just intro your characters in this Morning After thread as if they are awaking/recovering from their previous nights activities, wherever it is you plan for them to finish the night....
If you are starting new 'Night Before' threads after this point it might be good to mark them as 'Night Before' so they can be easily distinguished from any threads that spin off from this one.
For those still posting in the Feast thread or Away from the Feast threads, the Medl will have put aside Huts for the Pylit and their companions so there's no problem having them wake up with a roof over their head! :)
N.B: Obviously NO retroactively preparing your characters (deliberately or by chance) in the Night Before threads for what is going to happen here. Your characters sail on in blissful ignorance...judging by the intake of Amas etc, some more blissfully than others. :)
Right...prepare for some developments! *insert obligatory evil cackle here!!*
[This Thread Is Closed For The Moment And Will Become Active Once We've Posted Our NPC Posts - WE WILL EDIT TO LET YOU KNOW WHEN YOU'RE GOOD TO GO! :D] |
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| Sarah Jane & Ataeyo : And the stars pass through the soul.... |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|11:23 am] |
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{Non Adult offshoot thread of the Feast as these two drift away for a quiet time together. There may be heated thoughts and actions, but nothing that would shock...unless you're really shockable! ;) The title quote by the way is a bowlderisation of Victor Hugo's...cuz I wish I was that poetical!} |
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| NC-17 Adult Encounters |
[Jul. 11th, 2008|02:47 pm] |
Right. As the erm...fraternisation...has started in earnest we come to the thorny issue of our characters getting down and dirty with each other.
So after a little confab, we Mods have struck on the following.
While the party goes on in the Medl:Feast thread below. Any couples (or more) can slip away to their own private cosy threads to put on the Barry White and whipped cream...or whatever is used in Final Eclipse as a substitute...and enjoy themselves, until morning comes in the subsequent Medl Village threads.
You can of course make the night as long as you like and continue the private thread even after the next thread is up, just gear your characters to end in your private thread where you have them 'wake up' in the new thread.
In order that everyone can know just what is going on and who it is going on with, we suggest labelling your private thread as:
Behind Closed Doors: {insert participating characters names here}
e.g. Behind Closed Doors : Three & Ishana
Behind Closed Doors: Ian, Brigadier & Evelyn
Behind Closed Doors: Jack & Most of the Medl Village etc.etc.
State in your initial post that this is an adult thread running concurrently with events in the party etc. (with no adult content in the initial post) and that if people go in to view the thread they really shouldn't be too traumatised by what they see (unless it's the Ian, Brigadier & Eveylyn thing...then you can sue. ;) )
If you want to give some slight details of any particularly dodginess (mucky so 'n so's) you think might freak people out, you can, but tis up to you! :D
Then put an Adult Filter on the post and fire away! |
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| Medl Village II: The Feast |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
{O.O.C: Time for a new thread as we're running out of space again in the previous Village thread.
However, this is ALSO a new thread as this one may contain a little more adult material due to the plethora of romantic entanglements and erm...items that may exacerbate and enflame such entanglements. It should be noted that the drink that is being passed around does not have an alcohol content but DOES have a strong aphrodesiac/inhibition lowering quality to it that works very quickly making one rather happy rather quickly. It's also exceedingly tasty which makes it easy to drink and rather 'More-ish' in terms of you fancying another/some more.
Modular Note to Doctors: It should also be noted that the Doctors will NOT be able to discern this effect by tasting/drinking it, so no undue suspicions until after you've noted the effects on yourself! And the drink WILL affect the Doctors, especially the Doctors being already affected by Five's mental fragmentation...currently Doctors Six, Eight and Ten. The Doctors naturally may (as may anyone!) if they wish, resist carrying through on the inclinations of the aphrodesiac quality but not the actual 'inclinations' themselves, or the general lowering of inhibitions/'happy' effect.
Please be aware that NOT drinking/partaking in the feast essentially given in your characters honour will be regarded as very poor form. (Yes we are evil Mods...).
Naturally, after a while, as things get a tad more frenetic, some of the more resistant characters can move into another area of the village away from the feast. This however won't negate the effects of what they've imbibed. So prepare to play silly or a little looser for a bit with your characters! :)
So we suggest everyone just pick up from where their characters were in the first Village Thread and put your answers here! :D} |
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| The Jungle II |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|02:16 pm] |
(As the unoriginal title indicates it's the Goings On in the Jungle: The Sequel - This time it's personal...and judging by the wandeirng hands and drug usage...literally. ;D )
Leaning heavily on Martha as the rain poured down on them, the pain in his groin caused by John's all too accurate punch dulling to a throbbing mind numbing ache, Jack stumbled through the bushes towards the continued shouting, following Ianto's voice. Pushing through onto a path on the far side, he caught sight of him, a lobsided grimacing grin of relief coming to his lips....and then dying when he saw who Ianto was with and what he was doing with him.
Ianto Jones was a mess, ripped clothes, mussed hair and soaked to the skin...quite the sight. Ow. He winced as a sudden surge ran through him and he was reminded forcibly of his condition. Okay, no more thoughts running in that direction. No, instead keep an eye on what the bloody teaboy was up to. Plastered against that orange hulk with the abs and the biceps and holy crap but the rain was revealing on those cotton scrubs trousers!! He looked away hastily, only to see that Ianto was not doing the same. Nor was he removing his hands from Ataeyo's chest...and from the look of it his ass...without aid from Ataeyo, who at least was looking a little long suffering about it all.
Noticing Tosh behind them, with a tall man with white hair and what looked like the last remaining outfit from Carnaby Street before Mary Quant moved on to bigger and better things, he straightened. Moving his arm from Martha's grasp he attempted to look a little more dignified, as he moved stiffly towards them on his own, "Tosh?" he said her name first deliberately, before adding a slightly irked, "Ianto?" |
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| [Two] - with Master 1, Fionn and Five |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|07:32 pm] |
(OOC - continuation of previous post.)
I won't stand for him being rude about Jamie. I won't stand for it.
...and yet I must. I don't exactly have a handy TARDIS to duck into. I don't even know where Jamie is. He and Zoe could be in terrible, horrible danger without me. Not that my presence would necessarily assure them of complete safety, but I'd get them through it. Somehow.
"No need to be quite so cantankerous," I say tightly. "You won't be getting any extra hugs from Nursie here, Master, so there's no point in throwing a little temper tantrum, now is there, old chap? You're quite alone on this station, no matter how many poor fellows you may wish to control. There's no one here to be your equal, is there? No one you can confide in. Draw strength from. Be helped by."
I take a step closer to him and give him my coldest glare. "You threw all of that away. No one else. You."
I wonder how I can get that poor purple fellow away from him. It must be possible.
"Did you ever stop to consider, in that megalomanical narcissistic little head of yours -- nice collection of personality aberrations, by the way -- that perhaps I didn't WISH to reshape Gallifrey? Or the universe? I fix problems, Master, and I help people where I can. I don't pretend to do so perfectly. I don't wish to reshape everything in my own image. Everyone deserves a right to their own existence, without you trying to dictate how they should live."
"You and I both know that in the end you'll abandon or betray anyone that calls you friend in order to protect the status quo or to save your own skin."
That one hits a little too close to home, but I fix him with a hard stare and don't let it show. Hmm. He may have a point about working together.
I'm reluctant to accept it, though.
"What guarantee do I have that you won't use that kind of information against me, hmmm?" I snap at him. |
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| The Jungle |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|04:32 am] |
{Consolidating Thread for Allll events currently going on in 'The Jungle'!!!)
Jack walked about 5 paces behind the Ataeyo in front of him, once again admiring how so tall and imposing a man could move so silently across a forest floor that seemed to crack and whisper with every footfall he took. Even when he was radiating anger.
Tosh glanced at Martha who did likewise in return, the two women flanking Jack, walking beside one another as they all moved in the hunt for Ianto. "You know..." Tosh whispered, "I get the impression he'd much rather be hunting us...well Jack at least."
"He can hunt who he wants after he's gotten us to Ianto," Jack said back to the women, "Me included. But I don't think we have to worry, chasing us wouldn't go down well with the great and powerful Miss Smith, and that..." he pointed at the man's muscled back and the tension in it, "is the back of a man more pissed off at himself and life then at me. Believe me I know from body langague, I speak it fluently."
"Jack..." Tosh said urgently in a low whisper, "You are going to tell him about that guy who has hypnotised his friends.... the one you mentioned...The Master aren't you? You can't let him go off to look for his friends and run into him. It'd be like signing a death warrant for him!"
Jack finally drew his eyes to her, "Don't worry about it," he smiled a little at her, loyal but tenderhearted Tosh, he'd missed her so much around the Hub that even thinking about trying to replace her hurt, "I'll make sure that he's..." he glanced back at Ataeyo.
Only the man was gone, vanished into the jungle undergrowth again.
"Shit!!" he drew his weapon and looked around rapidly. Maybe his body language translator needed an upgrade. |
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| The Medl Village |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|03:48 am] |
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{O.O.C: We currently have three threads all set in the Village, with lots of folk arriving from other points, returning and brand new arrivals! Time to consolidate methinks so we all know whose now here, what's going on and whose attending the big ass Feast that will soon be occurring in the honour of all the new arrivals :D Please focus your attention here! Merci! :) } |
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| Rumble In The Jungle |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|10:07 am] |
O.O.C - Picking up from the Torchwood meets Sarah Jane, Aeryn, Ian and OMG Ianto's Been BoyToy napped by the dastardly but sexy Captain John (boo hisss) and turned into a facsimile of 'The Empty Child' in the Jungle threads below!!
Okay. He had really had just about enough of this guy. Glancing at Owen to flank their unwilling guide, Jack moved to stand toe to toe if not quite eye to eye with the taller Ataeyo, too pissed off even to dwell on how the grey around his temples and self posession he emanated really gave the hunter an aura of magnetism that he normally wouldn't mind being drawn to.
Right now though he was standing in his way of getting to Ianto, and that wasn't going to happen.
"Give me that," he said of his gun, his blue eyes flint hard, "you really don't want to annoy me, Tarzan. I've let you off with threatening to slide your spear into me in a way I really wouldn't enjoy, but now you're getting in my way of finding someone I care about and that is..." Jack's fist met the muscular solar plexus of the tribesman who doubled over the air driven out of his lungs, Jack grabbing the gun from him and bringing his arm down hard on the shoulders of native who fell to the ground, "really not a good idea." Jack finished, sliding the gun into his holster.
"Now..." he looked down at him, "You're going to help me find my friend, and if we do that and he's okay, then I just may help you rescue yours."
A moment later he was flat on his back again, the knife back at his throat as Ataeyo's long arm shot out and swept his legs from under him and, his eyes blazing, lay over him, nowhere near as winded as he should have been. Shit, Jack thought, and that was my best shot, I've really got to get to the gym more often.
"Frendz?" Ataeyo growled of the hint of trouble someone he knew might be in, the fact he had not said so before enraging him still further, "Who?! SAY!!"
Playing his ever useful, 'If he kills me I'll really have the element of surprise' card, Jack took a gamble and brought his knee up hard, the flimsy cotton trousers of the man above him, really no protection at all to his tribal family jewels. And as Ataeyo grimaced and jerked up, Jack grabbed his knife wielding hand by the wrist, Ataeyo a fistful of his shirt which ripped right open as the two men rolled and the struggle began in earnest. |
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| [John and Heather Chesterton] |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|12:18 am] |
These things always seem to happen on his way home from work.
At first, John thinks he's missed the front step and hit the door, but when Heather doesn't come running out to see if he's all right, he has to revise that opinion. Besides, his front door was never made of metal.
...made of metal?
John skips back and stares at the long metal corridor in growing panic. This isn't home. This is nowhere near home. He has been kidnapped by the Doctor and deposited somewhere on the opposite side of space, leaving his fourteen-year-old daughter alone and helpless in a great nasty world that would chew her up and spit her out. And there could be aliens who want to chew him up in a rather more literal way, but the aliens seem to be a fifty-fifty chance, whereas Heather has always managed to get herself in trouble.
Wait, though! He was near home. Maybe Heather was taken too. It's not something he wants to hope for--infinitely preferable would be immediate transport home--but he would far rather have Heather with him where he can protect her.
"Heather?" he calls, scrambling to his feet. "Heather?"
Much to his relief, she calls back half a heartbeat later. "Da?" She rounds the corner, looking confused but not overly worried, and certainly not hurt or frightened. "What happened?"
John takes two long strides forward and hugs his daughter hard. "I'm not sure," he says, and kisses her head. "Shall we go and find out?"
She looks up at him and her eyes light up. "Do you suppose it's the Doctor?"
He shrugs. "I wish I knew, pet. I..."
There's footsteps coming down the corridor, from behind them both. Apparently all his shouting attracted someone. |
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| [Evelyn Smythe] |
[Jun. 26th, 2008|11:32 pm] |
It says a lot about Evelyn Smythe's strength of mind that, when the TARDIS lurched and shifted and twisted about her into an enormous room filled with tall orange people, the only thought in her mind was that the chocolate cake she was currently baking was going to get burned.
Bloody Doctor. He must be testing a new teleportation device or something. Always springing these things on her. She'd suspect him of trying to kill her, but he'd have to know she had a heart condition to do that, and she hopes he hasn't figured that out yet. She's having entirely too much fun to stop now.
So, with that in mind, she shoulders her handbag (and thank goodness he's left her that! It's got her heart pills, a water bottle, a brick, and some other useful things in it) and strolls out amongst the orange people to see what there is to see. Judging from the shocked looks on their faces, they did not expect a little old lady in a purple cardigan, but no one ever does. Evelyn smiles at the nearest in a grandmotherly manner.
There seems to be some kind of fuss over by a nearby door. Perhaps that's the Doctor, though she'd expect more shouting if it was him. |
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| Mr. Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang. |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|11:48 pm] |
My time-bracelet puts me down a bit harder than usual. Have to remind myself to have the damned thing looked at the next time I'm in a civilized era. I look about and try to get my bearings. It's hard to tell. It looks dark out but that might be due to the thick black smoke that seems to permiate the air around me accentuated by really loud cannon fire. The only bits of light I can see come from distant muzzle fire.
Looking around I see human figures running in opposite directions away from one another some carrying what looks to be wounded with them others just running for dear life. Something seems wrong about this. I try to figure out just what when I realize that I'm surrounded on two sides by barbed wire. I try to make my way away from the tangled mess of wire and am almost knocked over by an explosion which comes from a poor unfortunate bloke with a spike on his helmet getting blow to smitereens by a land mine. I hear the high pitched whine of a cannon shell heading in my general direction so I run towards a nearby hole conveiniently placed there by a similar shell earlier at the same time that I hear other people in this blasted out wasteland that I seem to have found myself in shouting "Achtung! Senfgas!" A few seconds later I see a nasty looking green cloud heading my way! "Oh, balls!" I mutter as I scramble into the hole.
I land in a puddle of muddy water next to a terrified looking blond haired boy who can't be more than 17. He looks up at me, surprised he shouts something at me but I can't make it out through the gas mask that he's put on. I look the lad over, just to see if he's got a spare mask on him, I swear. Seeing that he doesn't I'm left with no choice. I'm simply too pretty to die like this.
I reach over and start to lift the boy's mask off drawing my energy pistol to drive the point home that this is not a request. Hmm..shame he's about to die. He's a pretty one. As I take his mask I can hear him more clearly now.
"Meine Maske!" he shouts but after getting a look at me and no doubt a whiff of 25th Century pheromones he murmers "Mein Gott, bist du gorgeous!"
I smile down at him. "Yeah, pet. I get that alot." I'm about to put his mask on but I pause for a moment. "Oh what the hell." I say before I pull the boy into a kiss. I break the kiss, slip on the mask and then shoot the poor little soldier boy in the head. A bit brusque I know but honestly it beats death by mustard gas. "Should have brought a spare mask, luv." I crouch in my hiding hole and check my wrist. Something is very, very wrong here.
The bracelet reads: Earth: Flanders, Belgium. Current Year: 1915.
1915!? Oh, bloody hell! I'm in the wrong damn war! Jack didn't start mucking about this world until the next time that all of Earth decided to blow the asses off of one another! Hearing the shelling getting closer and standing by my earlier comment about being too pretty to die I start trying to re-calibrate my time bracelet to get me to the right damned war zone when a blinding flash of light surrounds me and I find myself in a long metal corridor.
"What the hell?" I say as I now seem to be on a ship or base of some sort. Well beyond 1915 technology at any rate. I see a small sign beside one door which reads "Final Eclipse." |
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| (Aeryn w/Ian) In the jungle, the mighty jungle... |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|10:09 am] |
(OOC: This is continued on from the last Ian post where upon Aeryn has dragged Ian off into the jungle so that Sarah Jane and her new boy toy...I mean their guide, Ataeyo...can have a little privacy...heh...)
"Good...now you're getting it," Aeryn smiled at Ian. "For a school teacher, you're not really on the up and up on the whole boy likes girl and girl likes boy thing, are you." She shook her head and let go of his arm, continuing walking briskly, not used to leisurely strolls anymore. "We'll just give them a little bit and I'm sure they'll be along after."
Just as suddenly...she stopped, Ian bumping into her as she did so.
"Shhh! Voices!" she whispered, holding her finger to her lips. She listened for a moment and starting walking, changing direction and then moving faster. "They're speaking English! Not translated or like these people...English English!" she told Ian.
She continued moving, not breaking stride...that is until she walked around a large tree, looking back to check on Ian, and ran straight into a man who looked straight out of World War II, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him. |
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| What the.... |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|01:00 pm] |
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HOLY S***!!!
Rhys stared out the window in horror as the world turned upsidedown, sideways, and inverted. There were...were... Oh my God! And in the streets...
Gwen! Must find Gwen!
He grabbed his mobile and dialed it frantically, terrified and normally to manly to admit it, but in this case...
No answer.
Grabbing his coat, he ran for the door, all thoughts of his own sanity and saftey pushed aside. He'd rather die a thousand deaths and face a million dangers rather than let anything happen to Gwen. Not that she wasn't capable in her own right. Very capable. Amazing. But she was his wife and even though there were a great many times he'd like to throttle her and make her chuck that job out the window...he loved her. And he'd help her. Best he could.
Making it to the street, he jumped in his car, racing in the direction of the Hub, narrowly avoiding fleeing pedestrians until he suddenly slammed on the brakes. Right in front of him was a...a...he didn't know what it was. But it was terrifying...and it was pointing what looked like a gun right at him.
He swallowed. So this was it. Well he wasn't going to go out without a fight. Reving the gas, he tore at it like a bat out of hell, yelling at the top of his lungs. Rage, rage into the dying of the...
What the HELL?!
Still yelling, he landed with a thump on someone...at least he thought it was someone...his gaze was focused above on a variety of trees.
"Am I dead?" he asked breathlessly.
(OOC...he's landed on Owen.) |
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