#metatheta

[thexsnowxqueen]

outofthewolf;

I sort of miss metatheta. I liked their TenToo. :/ Alas, everyone leaves RP in the end though.

[metacrisiskamenrider]

Farewell Tour- Brothers Always (@Metatheta)

John first took the TARDIS to the Fifth Bountiful Human Empire. He would need some resources that would be hard to get anywhere else.

There, he extracted three gold credit sticks from an ATM using his Sonic. He'd need them for this adventure. 

John took the credit sticks into the TARDIS and used his Sonic on them, vibrating the molecules and removing the etchings that a computer from their time would read. They were now smooth gold bars.

John then went back to the Victorian Era. A house was up for auction. Everyone else was offering so many copper, silver, and finally, gold pieces.

John called from the back of the auction  "Three bars pure gold!"

Everyone turned and made no more bids. John walked away with the deed. 

Nearly a hundred and seventy years after this auction, the house lay untouched, and a knocking was heard on the door of Epsilon's flat. A week had passed, from his perspective, since Epsilon had last seen John. He had the deed in hand.

[rorytheroman--archive-blog]

Some bloody Doctor a while back. I- I'm not even going to go into that.

Uh-huh. Well, even when I was dead, I mean, I don't generally stick around like this. I'm usually... somewhere else. [He frowned as he thought about that, because he didn't usually and it made him feel anxious.]

[rorytheroman--archive-blog]

*licks Rory's cheek* Nope. Doesn't even taste previously dead. Beats me what gives people the impression.

[wipes his cheek off] So who's been saying I'm dead?

[suuffle]

Oh I want to do it! I'm going to find someone who utterly hates and despises tea. *dashes off*

Oh, well, can't you st-

Okay then.

[suuffle]

I never tried that before. Who doesn't like tea?

Find someone who doesn't like tea and try it on them.

Hell, I'll find someone. I'm intrigued. 

[suuffle]

Advanced Tea Substitute. I was trying out a Nutri-Matic machine I found. It's highly unsuitable for use by British people. Basically, you press the button marked 'Drink', and in a quarter of a millisecond it performs an in-depth scan of your taste buds, a spectroscopic analysis of your metabolism, a series of transmitted experimental neural signals to the taste centres of your brain, and then it manufactures a drink it believes you would like best. Which is always almost never unlike not tea.

What happens if you don't like tea?

[rorytheroman--archive-blog]

Rory, I have a desire to lick you too. For scientific reasons, of course. People tell me you're actually dead.

I'm not - I'm not dead. I mean, I have been dead. But I'm not now.