✰ it’s time to wake up, ROBIN BUCKLEY, you’ve been in cryosleep for too long and the people of STRANGER THINGS miss you. when you went into slumber you were TWENTY-THREE years old, your pronouns are SHE/HER, and you WERE VOLUNTEERED for the cambria program. now that you’ve awoken, your position as TRADER BO’S SECOND LEVEL EMPLOYEE is waiting for you. remember, the cambria one thanks you!
THE BASICS;
NAME: robin buckley
ALIAS(ES): rob, bird (affectionately)
AGE: twenty-three
PRONOUNS & GENDER: she/her + cis-female
BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: march tenth + pisces
FACECLAIM: maya hawke
AESTHETICS: dancing in the rain and screaming lyrics even if you don’t know them, someone who can make you smile even when you’re crying, and learning to love yourself despite a myriad of setbacks
A DEEPER LOOK;
BACKGROUND: post season 4
WEAPONS: a pocket knife
POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: she could probably out-talk anyone, is a quick learner, creative in a crisis
GREATEST STRENGTH: her unwavering persistence
GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: her friends
ONE FEAR: that she’ll end up alone
ONE HOPE: that her and her friends actually win. that they’ll eventually never have to worry about the upside down again
HEADCANON(S):
robin absorbs knowledge exceptionally well. this has notably shown itself twice in her life. it can be seen in her proficiency while learning languages (knowing french, spanish, italian, and pig latin while being able to decipher languages such as russian) and in her ability to play music by ear after only hearing it once (maybe twice if she’s tired).
she has a tattoo underneath her left shoulder blade that was given to her by her childhood friend and first love. it was of two connected cherries using the stick and poke method, and her reasoning was “this is to remind you that even when we’re apart, i’ll always be a part of you”
the upside down has left her with lingering fears that manifest as paranoia and ptsd, though she hides it the best she can. on the outside, she may seem more analytical than she used to be, and she may hold her friends a little closer (because she hasn’t had many of those in life).
THE QUESTIONNAIRE;
How does your character feel about being dropped into the cambria program? Are they excited? Suspicious? Confused?
very confused, initially thinks it’s part of vecna’s ruse, then is awe-struck by the sight of space and accepts it at face value. space travel, other species, planets - why not, that tracks with what she’s had to deal with in the past year.
What does your character hope to see the most during the cambria one’s journey?
anything and everything! the shops and people provide enough stimuli by themselves, but then to have the whole being in space thing too? she doesn’t know where to begin.
If your character could bring one thing or person from home, what would it be?
Another damn world, another cesspool of humans. Only now there were others in the mix, from odd, fantastical worlds, the kinds from books he’d spent so much of his life hiding in. At least there was still scotch. William swished his glass, lost in his own dark thoughts until they were interrupted by a rather chipper blond. He glanced up slowly, taking them in and assessing. Things were so bizarre here he couldn’t immediately judge if they were just shitting him or not, but he knew well enough about others changing bodies. Only wondered how this one did it. “Wanted posters’re just a way of making things more interesting… you change faces often?”
they couldn’t disagree with him, wanted posters were certainly a conversation starter - whether they were physical ones or digital ones sent across the galaxy. the doctor had the honor of having had both of them... on multiple occasions. but things somehow always worked out, so she wasn’t going to question the universe too much. “every couple hundred years or so. although there was that time that i was stuck in a confession dial for over four billion years.” they squinted in thought for a moment but ended up shaking their head. “not sure if that counts.”
🥃 - “wait, so you’ve actually been here before?… and with another face..?” dean asked, his brows raised as he leaned in towards the doctor - nursing his beer as he listened. “that’s actually really super cool.” he admitted, taking another sip of his beer and then setting it down, wordlessly ordering another and nodding to the doctor to order another for her should they want one. “my treat, but also you gotta tell me more. i mean, if you want to.” he spoke quickly and then stammered before grinning sheepishly. “space travel is new to me, but i’ve traveled through time i think… twice? yeah, twice.” he admitted, squinting at his memories. “so i got stories to share too.”
a grin befell their face as they listened to dean talk. hearing stories and telling them had to be their favorite thing to do. “thanks, mate.” she nodded, not having intended on having another, but why not. time lord’s metabolisms were well known to be highly tolerant, so they did it mainly for the taste and out of necessity to get in. “oh, i've got loads of stories to tell; i could fill libraries.” that’s what thousands of years get you, they thought. “time travel - a delicacy! my days, i wish i could show you my ship. she can take you anywhere at any point in history - past, present, or future. i’ve been to the end of the universe!”
“you had what?” billy butcher’s voice ripped with surprise from his mouth and he looked sideways at the doctor from his seat. he had been indulging himself in a fair bit of hard liquor, after having a rather easy day at his job; now, he sat at the bar and people-watched, pinpointing moments to remember and watching whatever played on the screens above their heads. something something night market extended stay. something something free food. “now you ain’t one of them face snatchers are you? should i be concerned?—you know what, no, let me just scoot this way…”
“what?” the doctor had simultaneously pulled away from his boorish tone and leaned forward in intrigue. face snatcher - that was a new one to them. it implied they were just taking faces, not bodies, and it was highly amusing to imagine her current frame with a former face - or vice versa. “oi! where you goin’; get back here.” it was a moot movement because they just shifted with him. “no, i’m not a snatcher of anything - except maybe the occasional interplanetary particle which really isn’t my fault. plus, why would i want your face anyway? it’s all,” one scrunched nose later, “scrunkly.”
sipping on the drink they had bought upon entry, the doctor truly enjoyed seeing so many species getting along for once - no saving or fighting to be fussing about. it was great. she wanted to be out there: dancing, mingling, doing whatever the hell they were doing with lasers in the far corner. but for now, they would be sated talking to strangers at the bar. “oh, i’ve had some good times here, maybe a bit unorthodox, might’ve been run off by the p'mav family for a tiny scuffle, might have a wanted poster somewhere, not going to lie. luckily, i had a different face back then.”
SAM WINCHESTER + THE DOCTOR ( @astrofolly ) location: the silence.
he’d been walking through the silence, trying his best to identify and recall the various flora that grew here. sam had actually had interest in it as a young boy and was delighted to learn that hunting could keep him involved… even if it were in a roundabout way. “ that’s wolfsbane. don’t touch it. very very poisonous. ” he chimes in at the other. “ i’m sam, by the way. ”
“poisonous?” they questioned, bordering incredulous. "ah, to you maybe, but just recently i was on a planet that used wolfsbane as a garnish. and it was delectable, may i add.” they didn’t need to eat, though occasionally it was nice to keep the taste buds alive. they held their hand out as a way of greeting. “the doctor. this is you first time traveling outside of earth, i’m assuming?” humans, as much as she adored them, were painfully easy to spot.
STEVE HARRINGTON + THE DOCTOR ( @astrofolly ) location: einpul forest.
“ so uh … this place give you the absolute creeps or is it just me? ” steve looks over at the other with fear clearly written on his face. “ i’m sure we’ll be fine if we stick together, right? hey you don’t happen to have a secret baseball bat sized pocket on your coat do you? … of course you don’t but it would be useful if you did. ”
“not the word i would use, but i do admit, constant surveillance is usually a red flag in my experience." if they had a gem for every time they wished for their sonic, they would be a bloody jeweler by now. “actually i do, interdimensional transcendence is kind of my thing, but if you’re trying to smuggle this baseball bat onto the ship, i’m afraid my pockets will likely be thoroughly searched because... well, interdimensional transcendence is my thing. it’s partially what time lords are known for.”
the enipul-p’mav system had always fascinated them. it wasn’t their first time there, yet every time still felt new. the smell of interplanetary foods transcended the sense, some of them evoking sights or even tingles in your brain. some of the fabrics around felt like the stars themselves. it was hard to hear yourself think with all the overbearing voices. “pardon, do you know what this... spice is used for?” to be honest, they weren’t entirely sure what it was, though it was almost as though its smell was tickling her nose hairs.
though the row was bustling with patrons of all varieties, the doctor stood still amidst the commotion. they couldn’t help but be intrigued, fearing she wouldn’t be satiated until she understood the little light creatures entirely. without their sonic, they found themselves getting along with instincts alone, which sometimes left undesirable holes in logic. “they’re lights, simply, obviously, but what is your purpose? security? voyeurism? i see you.” nearly lost in their head, almost tuning out the chatter around, she didn’t even notice the other.
for the most part, jyn had kept herself busy on the flight deck - familiarizing herself with the pod ships and any room for customizations. if there was one thing that growing up under saw gerrera had taught her, it was how to get creative, be resourceful. they may have confiscated her weapons, but taking on defense engineering gave her an opportunity to collect parts and make replacements. pulling a panel off on of the pod ships and taking a closer look at it’s configuration, she was slightly aware of someone nearby, though not turning her head to look. “if you’re going to be there, could you hand me the welding gun?” she gestured vaguely in the direction she knew the tool to be. “is there something you need help with?”
though the chance was slim to none, the doctor found herself walking amongst the pod ships, hoping to see a familiar blue box, but alas. they didn’t need it here, but there was always a safety when it was nearby. there were always people milling about, despite how large the ship seemed to be, but if the intent was to colonize, they supposed it made sense. taking a closer look at what the person was doing, they tilted their head. “are you sure you want to use a welding gun for that? personally, i’d use a mark three titanium blaster, though i guess you work with what they give you.” they remarked, handing the gun over. “nah, not really. just finding my way around, looking in corners, scouting, all that. you work here?”
🐉 - she’d been to places such as this before and it brought a sense of comfort to her that she’d not realized she had been missing. as she stepped off the ship and onto solid ground, daenerys smiled softly to herself as she pushed through the bustling crowd. only to feel a hand on her arm and causing her to turn, “i’m sorry, did i step in your way?” she asked, pleasantly enough but with a guarded tone - one that had always kept her safe, even through a smile. “or was it something you wanted?” again, curiosity laced with caution, expecting her fellow cambria rider to have a very good reason for holding her back. “or do you wish to walk with me?” she was used to having company after all, but as to why for this particular case, she was unsure.
jonathan was no stranger to monsters or multidimensional travel or the like, though to actually be stepping foot on an alien planet felt so unrealistic, firsthand experience be damned. it had been a lot for him, to see people from all timelines, - different species, in some cases - and now it felt as though he was being thrown into more. still searching for stability, he reached for a woman who seemed to traverse with intent, though when she spoke to him, he found himself stumbling. “s-sorry. you seem so confident, i-” just spit it out before she leaves, “yes, i was hoping i could tag along. new place, don’t really want to be out on my own.” sure, the captain said you were safe as long as you were within the market, but jonathan didn’t want to take any chances. the buddy system. “have you perhaps been here before?”
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