'Fantastic!'

Indie Ninth Doctor and Jack Harkness rp (side) blog FC: Christopher Eccleston, John Barrowman Mun/Muse 18+ ___ **This is a blog for all things 9! Please, feel free to openly send in any (sfw) confessions, fanfic, AUs - whatever! - pertaining to the fantastic, ninth incarnation of 'Doctor Who' tracked: 9onyourside

[9onyourside]

+blue-eyed-moron

“I could take a shine to you, little fella.” 

The intelligent sphere was boxy, rather, and it’s eyeball like core almost as blue as the Doctor’s beloved TARDIS.

[9onyourside]

"You're the man who would take me away from this life... aren't you? I-I knew it in my dreams!"

“Oh? You’re not in any of my dreams…Of course there are so many dreams in this head…so many people – It’s really the TARDIS who does the ‘taking away’ bit. She’s quite saucy for being a box.”

[thexkids-are-alright]

I mean, why not? Court isn’t doing anything for me, I’m bored out of my mind and I can feel all my skills going to waste. “I like that she’s not as pretty as me” I smirk, setting my bag down. “Now, where do we go from here?”

[9onyourside]

Jack quickly dispensed a ‘make yourself at home’ gesture. “Where’s kid stuff.” The Captain clapped his hands onto the dashboard and hurried into the pilot’s seat (but not before offering a healthy shot of hypervodka to his effeminate guest). “When to, my lady?  It’d be cool if we could capture it all in charcoal.”

[9onyourside]

+2 || thelastlonelycenturion & twotylersinthetardis

Starting the moment the single sun of Planet Earth had arisen this morning, the Doctor was hoping that the day would smoothly turn to a quiet evening at the TARDIS. Instead, his old mate Captain Jack Harkness had decided to show face. And now there was a second obstacle--another friend? The Doctor wasn't sure. It was foggy, the pea soup variety. Jack reassured, 'they look friendly enough, at this distance,' but he could not identify them any more clearly than the weary Time Lord's old eyes had tried.

[ask-amelia-pond-rp-deactivated2]

"Well, you could say I’m both.", she sighed "Been a full-time companion til the weeping angels sent me back in time."

"So you’re like a hunter then, right? You kill aliens and supernatural creatures?"

[9onyourside]

"Up until that look on your face, I'd fantasized about encountering a weeping angel." No sense reminding her that she was 'stuck' in this time. "I know the hardships of parting ways with the Doctor. I-I'm sorry--"

What am I sorry for? the Captain thought. I'm a time agent - knight in white armour! Who's laughing now, angels!  He'd get her out, paradox or no.

"Yes. But I'd much prefer to think I contained them, only killing when absolutely imperative to the lives of the comparatively innocent--

                           Sorry, Red. 'Didn't mean to come off so accusatory."

[ask-amelia-pond-rp-deactivated2]

"Yes, he regenerated.”, she muttered, tilting her head to the side. “He’s wearing a bowtie now.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow ” And with ‘Job’ you mean Torchwood?”

[9onyourside]

"Bowties can be cool," he nodded. "So you a full-time Time Lord companion or a bright eyed part-timer, like me?"

"Yep. Torchwood. It's not like it used to be - I'm the show-runner, primarily. Things are looking up for Earth."

[ask-amelia-pond-rp-deactivated2]

She sighed. “Well, Actually, no he’s not, but I’ll take that as a compliment.” Amelia started down at her nails. “Anyway, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?”

[9onyourside]

"Last time I saw 'im he had a body, skinny as a rail - and his hair was..." Hard to describe. "sticky-uppy?" He regenerated, huh? "Has he changed again?"

"Place like this as in what? The 'decor' looks cheery enough--Job sent me to ward off an evitable paradox," he said looking upward and around, and placed folded knuckles on either sides of his hips.

[ask-amelia-pond-rp-deactivated2]

Amelia turned around and gave him a quick scan. “Brown hair. Suspenders. Gorgeous Smile. Oh, you must be Jack Harkness.´” She grinned “The Doctor told me about you”

[9onyourside]

"How 'bout that. . .That's the Doctor for you," Jack smirked, open mouth, demonstrating his (supposed) distaste.

"The most secretive man in the universe, yet he leaves nothing to say for anyone else." Gorgeous smile. Overused, perhaps, but nevertheless true. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Red."

[thexkids-are-alright]

"Who’s Bette Davis?" I ask, reaching under my desk to grab an already packed bag. "The cat is with my Dad" I say, excitedly taking his arm

[9onyourside]

"An actress—just an actress, unfortunately,” he added quietly. “Don’t worry,” Jack winked, “she’s not as pretty as you. What?” He figured the domestic feline was lurking about on a bookshelf somewhere in Summer’s dwelling. “Well then—” Quite surprised by the woman’s sudden turn of mind, the Captain made a few final adjustments to the Manipulator, and to himself. Without another sound, they were transported to his ship interior.

[myneverendingdrums]

"Oh, I do a lot of reading," The Master replied vaguely, waving one of his hands dismissively as if his answer were the most natural thing in the world. "Not to mention traveling. I don’t think I’ve introduced myself."He held out a hand. “Harold Saxon, at your service.” The Doctor really didn’t recognize him. And apparently, couldn’t sense him either. Still, that was probably natural. After being alone for so long, he’d likely have shut off that small part of him that was always reaching out telepathically. He might not have even consciously been aware he’d done it, but so much the better. The more anonymity The Master had, the longer the paradox could sustain itself, and the more he could study his sometimes-adversary at work. "What brings you to London?"

[9onyourside]

“The Doctor.” He humored the hand shake, half smiling. The other half was a puzzled sort of grimace. “Oh. And what 'services' do you offer, Mr. Saxon?” His calm (guarded) stance slowly faded into a light tapping of one foot.  Saxon. One of the Doctor's twenty-something brains told him he'd read that name before. But what were names in hundreds of years of time and space? Only faces mattered, and he couldn't even apply that sentimentality to himself, what with the blessed curse of regeneration.

“At the moment--Friends. I'm a travelling man meself," he said in relation to Harold's antecedent statement. This 'Saxon' fellow smiled a lot for an ordinary man (one in a suit, at that). There was comradery to be found in his exuding confidence. A lot of confidence. The self-proclaimed brilliant Time Lord could relate to that - though not the general importance humans tended to place on themselves.

[9onyourside]

"--Hello." Yes. It was /that/ kind of 'hello'.

[rosetylerthevaliantchild-blog]

“Please… Please… Just let me come in.       It’s bloody freezin’! Just let me come inside…”

[9onyourside]

Icy winds pounded against all sides of the bigger-on-the-inside box. . .or was the pounding that of knocking? The Doctor gave one last irritable/conflicted sigh, and turned towards the TARDIS console, deciding to have a look at the scanner. Outside, a blonde woman. Very familiar. The Doctor enabled something that let his voice be heard from inside. Maybe the sound fed through the phone? That piece seemed to be having an identity crisis of late. 

"...Rose," he spoke up at last, having given her face a long hard look. " 'ow long 'ave you been standing out there?" He let a hand slip from the scanner, covering his mouth lest a sob be heard as well. "I can't allow you into the TARDIS--not after what could've happened to you. We've talked about this. . .Go home, Rose Tyler."

[fruitscake]

[9onyourside]

+ impossibilepuella

"Coal 'ill School?" the Doctor questioned, warm feelings of remembrance bubbling up. "I had a couple of good friends who taught here - Chemistry and History. . ." The Doctor was sure he'd landed some time near two-thousand and fourteen. While the original Ian and Barbara wouldn't be present, such descendants weren't ruled out. "Any Wrights or Chestertons work 'ere now?" he asked the young brunette, a hopefully broad grin. "Or any Wright-Chestertons?" In time and space, any thing's possible. Even in his first incarnation, the Doctor wouldn't have denied that certain predilection between his two friends.

[9onyourside]

⌛Open: Flames

Hearts pumping, brains racing. The back of his rather prominent ears were red-hot as the Doctor ran with the flames.

“Get out of the way!” The course was set. Theflames had nowhere to go but due onward. The Gallifreyan man was not only worried for the figure standing several sprints before him, but for himself. The time necessary for the Doctor to dodge the figure would be just enough time for the rushing blaze to catch up...and burn.

[9onyourside]

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[thexkids-are-alright]

"Hot guy…with a big ship, huh?" I say, hands on hips, getting close to him again

[9onyourside]

“Yeah! I-I have a h-hat to prove it!” The Captain barely managed to control an oncoming bout of chuckles. 

“We don't even have to walk – Grab the cat, grab a bag, and GRAB ON!” The poised Jack presented his arm cuffed with the time travel device. “Keep your arms alongside the Captain, fasten your Vortex Manipulator – It's going to be a Bette Davis night!”