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@ediopologiist
The Runaway Mun
Hey friends,
I have finally semi gotten my shit together and put all of my tiny OCs onto one blog.
This also includes fandom muses I’ve been meaning to RP for years, like Daniel Jackson from Stargate SG-1, and The Ancient One from Doctor Strange. I’m also bringing back OLD muses, like River Tam.
Open and accepting partners if anyone wants to do anything~
Love you all. Keep having fun.
Brooke is moving here!! See you all around. <3
Brooke is moving~
It’s been a really good time, y’all, but as I write for a job now my time and bandwidth for blogs has gone down significantly.
I have a lot of good memories with this blog. It was one of my first major RP blogs on Tumblr. I gained so many good friends and lost some too and I will always have a special place in my heart for this. But I think it’s time to archive and move on.
That being said, Brooke isn’t going away entirely. I’ve consolidated my OCs onto one multi-muse blog to help me stay sane, and Brooke will be housed there unless there ends up being enough interest. Then I’ll just give her a side-blog of her own. Toodle-oo, DWRPC, It’s been a good time. Hope to see some of you around! Here’s the Multi-Muse for those who want to follow.
the-self-proclaimed-prince:
@ediopologiist
“So, end of the first week. How are you settling in?”
She was shuffling some papers around when he approached.
“Quite well actually, at least, I think. I may be boring them all to death. I’m not used to teaching secondary.”
mary-stuart-odonnell:
@ediopologiist
“Forgive my asking, but, for so many days my curiosity has grown. What are you writing in that book of yours?” It wasn’t every day that a woman could be seen in Rome examining such mundanity as cracks in the street bricks and fractures in walls, yet for three days straight Mary spotted the very same woman peering over the structural damage in an alleyway not two blocks away from her home.
She’d been so caught up in her work, that the voice startled her. Brooke shut the notebook she was holding and turned to face the person who’d spoken. It was a woman, and apparently she’d drawn her attention.
“Oh,” she said. One hand lingered on a crack in the wall, where she could feel the time energy radiating from it. “Trying to solve a mystery, really.”
aesir-modir:
Though she was certain that the young woman didn’t intend it, her words were rather flattering to hear. Though she had visited several times when Midgard had first come under their protection, she was certain that it hadn’t been enough to be remembered for long.
Apparently she was very wrong, and was pleased with that revelation.
Staying silent, Frigga followed the young woman to her balcony, watching her as she examined the city. She had lived in it so long, and left it so rarely, that she had forgotten what it would be like to see for someone who had never been there before, someone who had really only heard tales.
The wonder in their gaze was always a good reminder as to how fortunate Asgard had been – and as to what they had done to receive it. She looked back out to the city.
“I have spent enough of my life as a warrior, spilled enough blood, to finally be allowed the privilege of serving my people as a queen and healer. I am… fortunate that those tales never made it to humanity, for they would not see me in the same light.” A small laugh escaped her. “Though a goddess is not much better. I am sure that your father, and perhaps you by extension, have a similar problem.”
Seeing Asgard-- an ancient and noble and powerful city-- spread out below her made Brooke a little homesick. Not homesick in the traditional sense, but it stirred hiraeth in the deepest places in her chest. She had never seen Gallifrey, and she never would, and perhaps she didn’t belong there, anyway. That didn’t make the loss of her place of origin any less painful.
Her fingers twitched on the stone railing.
“Isn’t that always the problem? People want to believe the best of their heroes. It’s more of a burden than anything else.”
She turned to look at Frigga. “So I suppose Thor and Loki and Sif and all the others are real, too, though--” a laugh, “I doubt more than half the stories about the trickster are real...unless he has given birth to an eight-legged horse?”
aesir-modir:
Brooklyn caught Frigga off-guard with her sudden excitement, watching her in stunned silence a moment as she worked through possible methods of handling the young woman.
She wasn’t a danger, exactly, but she wasn’t a normal Midgardian either, and Frigga wasn’t quite sure if that could become dangerous. Of course, curiosity like hers reminded the queen so very much of her sons when they were younger, and she could oblige it for the moment. Odin did not need to know about all of her guests, though she was sure he’d find out eventually.
So she smiled softly as she nodded.
“I am surprised their stories lasted through so many years, given the average lifespan, but yes, I am Frigga, the Allmother, and all the other titles that have been bestowed upon me over the years. Though I’m afraid not all of the stories are true.”
Her smile took a bit of mischievousness to it. “After all, if I could see the future as some tales say, don’t you think a guest wouldn’t surprise me as you did?”
“If there’s anything humans are good at, it’s telling stories,” Brooke said with a bright smile. “And besides, the stories of Asgard are some of the most treasured on earth. Humans like larger-than-life heroes. Their books are full of them.”
She turned and walked back to the balcony, taking it all in. Now that she wasn’t running, it was easier to really see, to gaze out at the beautiful sky, the golden buildings, people like ants below them.
At Frigga’s last question, she had a knowing smile of her own.
“I suppose. But stories are always embellished a little. That’s why they’re such fun. I’m sure that even if you can’t see the future, this still a lot in the old tales that’s true. The humans tell stories of my father-- how armies run at the sound of his name, how he turns back the hands of time itself, stories about all of his adventures. I should know that they’re a little embellished.” A laugh, “More than a little. But the heart of them is still true. He’s still a great warrior...and a great healer. I suppose you probably are too.”
[ooc]
This whole broken notifications nonsense is gonna force us all closer together, honestly. If we want to continue on with our writing we’re gonna have to get real comfortable approaching one another to ask if our replies came through, or to tell each other we’ve posted. Just putting it out there now, I absolutely 100% do not mind if you come asking, especially now, when nobody knows what’s going on.
aesir-modir:
If asked, Frigga would be unable to deny that she flinched when her assumed intruder began to slip. True, the fall would not necessarily kill someone, depending on their race, but it would most assuredly hurt. While she had every intention of facing and frightening her intruder, she did not wish them permanent bodily harm.
Moving her blade into a more neutral position, Frigga allowed the young woman to return to her balcony, standing between her and the remainder of her chambers and studying her. There didn’t seem to be much deceptive about her, but it was still too early to tell, and there was still something off about her that Frigga could not yet place.
“This is quite an unusual place to end up. You most certainly did not enter through the main entrance, for my guards would have spotted you, and I doubt you would have climbed up here to flee.”
Her eyes flicked down to the young woman’s offered hand, studying it a moment before accepting it, her stance still ready to defend herself if need be. “But I do not feel that you are lying, and, as long as it remains that way, you will be treated with respect. Besides, my curiosity desires to know how you did it. One does not enter the queen’s chambers on Asgard by accident, Doctor Brooklyn Pond.”
She supposed the standoffishness was valid. Brooke hadn’t exactly broken into her bedchamber, but she had gotten in there without the queen’s permission. Semantics, really.
Brooke wasn’t sure how she was going to explain how she had gotten in here in the first place. The entire story was long-winded and would sound absolutely nuts to anyone who didn’t understand vortex technology.
It was the queen’s next reply that made her smile widen.
“Asgard? Is it really?” She looked around, curls bouncing. “Oh, brilliant! I’ve always wanted to visit! Oh, this isn’t so bad after all.” A pause. “Wait. Then-- that makes you Frigga? Like, Norse mythology Frigga? The Allmother? But, the real one? Well, shit. I’m being rude.” Brooke found herself blushing. She’d loved the stories about Asgard as a little girl, and really had meant to visit once she’d learned, at Luna, that it was a real place. This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined visiting.
aesir-modir:
Giving the guards stationed at her door a soft smile, she shut the door behind
her. Perhaps Odin would join her tonight, but he so frequently found himself busy with other important matters, that it was a mere hope. When her sons were young, they would stay with her for company, and she enjoyed it greatly. Now, they had grown too old to stay with their mother, and she couldn’t help but feel the small twinges of loneliness.
Sighing softly she turned, blinking in surprise as she thought she spotted someone sneaking over the edge, grabbing the blade she hid near her fireplace, and quickly moving to the balcony, glancing over.
When she found someone who looked Midgardian, of all things, she paused, studying her a moment.
“If you have stolen anything, I suggest you return it. You will not get far trying to flee into the garden, for you will not be able to find an escape. Return up here and explain yourself, and I may yet show you mercy.”
Brooke heard the voice before she saw who it belonged to. She was so concentrated on climbing that she almost lost her grip in surprise. Her heart jumped into her mouth when she slipped, then her foot found a solid branch and she steadied enough to speak.
She flashed the woman --a queen?-- a charming smile and said:
“I haven’t stolen anything! I’m just lost!”
From the stern way the other woman was speaking, there was no way she could manage to avoid climbing all the way back up there. So, she obeyed and dusted herself off.
“Is this your room? I’m terribly sorry. I’m so rude. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I was running from some creatures who wanted to kill me and had to make a quick escape...and, well, ended up here.” She looked around and tugged at a curl thoughtfully, “Though I’m not really sure where here is. Oh--!” Another smile. She stuck out her hand. “I’m Dr. Brooklyn Pond. Ediopologist.”
This certainly didn’t look like Earth.
Brooke wasn’t sure where she was. But she must have mis-typed her coordinates onto her vortex manipulator in her haste to be rid of the horde of Slitheen that’d been closing in on her. It didn’t help that her manipulator had been giving her trouble lately and seemed to be out of juice. This shot was supposed to land her home so she could fix it, and now she was god-knows where, with a vortex manipulator that was bugging out, and without the tools to make it work again.
Just brilliant.
This was almost as bad as Paris.
It was a balcony, pretty enough. Behind her was some sort of bedchamber. She did hope she hadn’t stumbled upon some monarch. That would be terribly awkward. She didn’t really feel like breaking herself out of jail for the fifth time this week.
There was nothing to do but try and scramble down the ivy, and into the garden below, and try not to get caught.
MORE QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.
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spoilersandguns:
River could sense the optimism in her daughter’s voice, optimism that she couldn’t really share. Perhaps it was because her chest still hurt so much at the mere thought of the actions Gray had charged her with, that lies and intentional deceit were easier to believe than that Gray could possibly know River and Brooke without them recognizing her.
Even without the Timelord aspect of regeneration, people change and appearances change, but that apparently wasn’t as easy to believe.
She sighed softly as Brooke explained it so simply, like it was apologizing for a simple argument instead of something impossible like it was.
“You make it sound so easy. You forget though, Brooke, even if I do apologize as sincerely as I possibly can and want to, how am I supposed to explain that she’s something that sounds like a fairy tale? I don’t even know how she regenerated or where she’s been or even where the TARDIS is to prove it. We may have had something fantastic, but I don’t want to fix it with a lie.”
Quiet a moment, shutting her eyes, she finally nodded. “But I suppose an apology is a good start. And… we see where it goes from there.”
Brooke had no idea how they were going to get Gray to realize who she really was. It seemed like an impossible task. River was right: without knowing where the TARDIS was, or how to get Gray’s memories back, there was no way of knowing the truth.
She ran a hand through her hair, thinking hard.
“Just-- just don’t bother telling her until you’ve found some more evidence. I’ll help you look we’ll figure this out together.”
We’ll see where it goes from there. To that, she nodded.
“We will.”
She hoped it went somewhere good. This had been the happiest she’d seen her mother in a while. Brooke wasn’t about to let one argument ruin everything for all of them. Gray was too important to her for that.
Reblog this if you’re an LGBT+ mun.
Listen I am aware canon exists like … I can see it. I just don’t…. como se dice…. give a shit.
spoilersandguns:
Sighing heavily at her daughter’s words, her movement stopped. Brooklyn was so good at making things more difficult, and at making her second guess decisions that she had otherwise cemented.
Of course, she had also approved of and encouraged this relationship that was presently tearing River apart, but she had good intentions, and River wasn’t going to demean her for that.
Turning to her daughter, she exhaled softly. “I’m not scared, I’m bloody terrified. Brooke, I let go of your father for her, stopped worrying about him and his well-being and if he was ever going to visit for her. To find out that I let go of the same person I gained, I should be relieved I didn’t really betray either of them in the end, but instead I feel like it’s all been one horrible lie. A convenient, horrible lie.”
She bit her lip softly, thinking on it, trying to remain calm. Brooklyn was just like her grandmother – always worrying about the well-being of the Doctor before everyone else. Because River was supposedly strong enough to take care of herself, even when she was shattering. And if Gray wasn’t the Doctor, well, then it was even worse.
“And, after when I do apologize, assuming I’m wrong and Gray isn’t the Doctor, how are we supposed to come back from this? Apology or not, she’ll think I’m insane. But, at least she’ll feel better about herself if I’m the crazy one, won’t she?”
Squeezing her daughter’s hands softly, she gave her a weak smile. She would regret it if she didn’t at least try and clear the air between them. If it moved further than that, River didn’t hope for the best, but at least it’d be a clean break.
“I hate it when you’re right. What happens now?”
River looked awful, like she was trying not to fall apart. Brooke didn’t know how to help her, but she did know how to help the situation. That, at least, was something.
“It doesn’t mean it was a lie. It means it was the realest thing that has ever happened,” Brooke whispered.
The Universe had brought River to Gray. The Universe had known, somehow, that the two of them belonged together-- despite the regeneration, despite the gender change, despite Gray losing her memory and River’s broken heart the Universe had conspired to bring them together. To Brooke, that meant their relationship had been real-- and it always would be.
A breath. “It does sound like you’re crazy-- but then, you’re both crazy, and maybe if you apologize, then Gray will give you a second chance.” A pause. “I think she will. She said you were the nicest thing that had ever happened to her.”
“Now-- now you apologize, and you tell her that it wasn’t a prank. Explain it however you want to. Just be as honest as you can and tell her you still care about her.”
A shrug. “Who knows, maybe she’ll apologize back.”
PSA (An Apology)
Hi guys! Bethyy here. I’m not dead!
I realize I just picked up some new RP partners and have let some threads go unanswered for quite a long time, especially for @archeologia and @theadoptedprince. Thank you so much for being patient with me. You guys are the best <3 I’ve been inactive on my accounts due to some pretty serious personal and family issues. I’ve been a depressed anxious wreck recently and my teenage niece attempted to run away/kill herself the other day. SO. That’s why I haven’t been here. We’re all fine -- just very tired/emotionally drained. I should be picking up activity here and on @the-lady-oneill and @aevvum again soon. :) Thank you all for bearing with me and being understanding.
spoilersandguns:
River couldn’t even look at her daughter, averting her eyes as best she could manage when she entered her line of sight. She didn’t want to see the judgment there, too.
Even if Brooke didn’t say she thought her mother was crazy, River wouldn’t blame her if she thought it and took Gray’s side in the matter. She would, too, even if the thought of it made her feel all the more alone.
Her eyes moved to her daughter’s as she spoke reasonably. River knew she meant well, but each word of logic, each possibility that she introduced, only made the ache in her chest that much stronger.
So Brooke did doubt her. Just as Gray had. The only one who truly believed her was herself – nothing new in that at all.
“I don’t know. Your dad was always the one to start the telepathic connection, not me,” she whispered, her gaze dropping once more, “I barely had enough to strongly suggest an idea into someone’s mind, and I never did it on Gray. Not that it matters now. She wouldn’t let me close enough to see if it sparks any recognition anyway.” Not that River wanted to.
River was silent again as Brooke argued for Gray. It made sense, it all made sense, but did nothing more than feed her guilt. It would have to be a traumatic change for Gray to completely forget her family, and there’d have to be a reason it hadn’t come back yet. But why she couldn’t ask the woman who would do literally anything to save her for help didn’t make sense.
“She hates me, Brooklyn. She thinks I manufactured this all as a harsh, cruel game for God’s sake! As some petty revenge scheme. Just because I think she’s the Doctor, she thinks I abandoned her, that I knew the truth all along!”
She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Besides, it doesn’t matter if I forgive her or not, she never will return the forgiveness. Even if we could, I can’t see her again. I can’t talk to her. I… I just can’t.” Her heart wouldn’t be able to take knowing, but having to remain silent. She couldn’t take any more lies or hiding when it came to the Doctor.
River smiled softly at her daughter. “You keep your relationship with her, love, she’s been good for you. But I can’t.” So she stood, moving to her things and trying to collect them all up once more.
“She doesn’t hate you,” Brooke said. “She thinks you hate her. God, you’re both idiots.”
She shifted to a crouch again, then got to her feet as River moved to go back to her things, collecting them like idle thoughts that she wanted to hide or shove in a dark bag somewhere.
“Gray’s human, mum. Right now, regardless of whether or not she’s dad, she’s human. Of course she thinks that you abandoned her. You’re thinking of it like she regenerated. She doesn’t have that piece of information.”
Another breath. She ran a hand through her hair. “Rule 7. Never run when you’re scared. Right? I’m not letting you. Apologize for being cross with her for something she didn’t do-- because that’s not a lie-- Gray didn’t.”
She walked over and took River’s hands. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll find a way to get her memories back, but pretending like she doesn’t mean anything won’t help either of you. If she is dad, then she needs you now more than ever. If you abandon her like this then you’re doing exactly what she accused you of. Don’t do that to her. You’ll regret it.”
