"Just.. Just see me."

Indie Semi-Selective RP blog for the 12th Doctor. Bit darker than canon. I have not seen series nine nor do I really plan to. I'm not a fan of the direction the show is going.

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Comic Relief | Megan & Twelve

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“Usually I’d object to much use from a vortex manipulator, but since the magnetic field of this region of the planet is unstable for a TARDIS to ground on that’s certainly handy for a quick escape. Good thinking.” Megan was like a part of his own brain, she was like a puzzle piece. She remembered the important details he sometimes overlooked or didn’t think to prepare. 

He tossed the box up gently and caught it again once she handed it back to him and glanced over it before glancing back up. The closer they got to the coordinates the translucent white box was programmed for the barely visable numbers on it shifted.

“Mm… well I’m not 100 percent sure but I believe it has to be one of three– Jefok, Arcturian, or Gizan.” He wasn’t sure if she’d heard of those races, but Jefok and Arcturians were both wonderful civilizations and had a hand in human evolution. The Gizans were… well… tricky. Their allegiances were a bit murky. Not even the Doctor really knew if they were ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ “…But all three of those races are tied to Earth some how… why didn’t they just summoned us there rather than this unsettling wasteland?”

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Megan shrugged, sticking her hands in her pockets as they walked. “No idea. Aliens are always looking at Earth for one reason or another, mmostly because humans have somewhat gotten in over their heads and don’t know when to quit.” Look at me, she thought sarcastically to herself, I’m talking about humans as if I wasn’t one. 

She furrowed her brow, thinking. “Wait a minute, there was a Jefok on the bus with us, the grey alien that with black eyes that looks like every bad eighties alien movie. He laughed at your horrible steak pun.” Megan glanced behind them to see if said Jefok was following them, but the windblown sand made it hard to see further than fifteen feet. 

“Was he the one that gave it to you? Or did you get it before?” She thought a little harder. “And if they wanted just us, why make us take a bus with a bunch of other alien species? Why not demagnetise an area of the planet so we could just land the TARDIS?”

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This isn’t the first time he’s encountered one of his doubles, though he’s fairly certain that he hasn’t accidentally traveled into an alternate universe. That being said, he had let Felix pilot the Tardis, so he can’t be 100% sure of that. The twins are wandering about nearby; he’s managed to maintain a psychic link with them well enough to know they’re nearby and not in any kind of danger.

And right now, he’s glad they’re not by his side. The Doctor isn’t fond of meeting any of his doppelgangers as it could go any number of ways, less so when his children are around.

“Well, this is certainly a surprise,” he says, lifting a brow as he looks over his double. He looks, well… not good.

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“Surprise it one word to describe it, sure, sure.” The Doctor continued standing there a bit awkwardly like his whole body was trying to figure out it’s next move rather than just his mind doing so. 

“Liz!?” He yellowed over his shoulder, “Can you still see me?”

His wife peaked out of the doorway, “Of course I can, you nit, you look like a fool standing there talking to some gentleman while in your pants.” The brunet rolled her eyes and continued getting ready to leave for work.

“Yeah, thanks.” He didn’t care enough to toss her a snarky reply. 

“I don’t suppose you’re… me, are you? I mean I’ve looked for the man who gave me this face to no avail, so part of me hopes you’re some poor sod who has no idea what I’m talking about like a mad cap. Who are you?”

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Ah. Right. Okay, so he’s definitely talking with another version of himself and not just someone who happens to look just like him. (It has happened a fair few times before. There are only so many unique genetic sequences before it all begins getting a little repetitive, so he’s been bound to come across others with this face, or one eerily like it.)

“Pompeii,” he replies. “Didn’t remember until Donna confused me for that marble salesman. What was his name…? No, never mind. Doesn’t matter. Important question first: Why are you acting so…” At this, he gestures wildly at his double, brow furrowed as he searches for the words. “Human?”

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((I’m sorry this is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo beyond late. I’m interested in continuing if you are, but it has been a long while and I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to drop the thread-- lemme know. If you wish to continue, I’ll edit this with a response :) ))

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guardian-of-a-timelord:

The Doctor simultaneously tried to consider long term things he could do to help her and tended to her for the time being as well. Maybe they should revamp her bedroom? Complete change up?

“Of course– c’mon. Grab Jojo–” He half stood, putting an arm loosely around her with the ever awkward air he had when physical contact was involved. “We’ll have a tea party in the speak easy room and if you want we can even put on the holograms to watch some old performances– maybe some Ray Bolger?” The Scot lead the way, still keeping her on his arm as if trying to assure her protection.

[undermyprotectxon]

Megan smiled softly as she got out of bed, still holding Jojo to her chest. The Doctor’s arm around her was a comforting embrace, making the tension in her stomach loosen slightly. 

Her steps were slightly shuffling as she followed him through the TARDIS halls. When they got to the speakeasy room, Megan hopped up onto one of the bar stools and set Jojo on the bar next to her. “Can we watch one of those videos with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers? I met him once by accident, he was really nice.”

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“Thought you finally could hand me off to death?” The Doctor smirked and tilted his head. A dark glimmer in his eye acted as a warning and a shell to protect him.

“–Mm. Not quite. Still. Your chaos seems to tether itself to my ankle where ever I go. I’ll blame you, its far more fun than taking responsibility for myself.” The sarcasm dripped off that last sentence.

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‘’Just like that?’’ both eyebrows were raised in false surprise followed by vague smile. ‘’No,’’ he said with a slight shake of his head. ‘’No, it would have been too easy, my friend,’’ long fingers tapped lightly against surface of the table. 

‘’Cannot be helped, it is in my nature,’’ he gave an over exaggerating sigh. ‘’Go ahead and blame me, it’s what you do best; avoid being responsible,’’ his voice was calm sounding almost ..bored.

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He brightened in playful jest, “Oh did it? Oh I believe we can arrange that. I’ll have my friend Hattie teach you if you’d like– though you may know her as Sally Rand.”

At her next comment he shrugged, “No one ever asked. You know I actually spent the fall of 1935 parked as MGM so they could use the TARDIS to film The Great Ziegfeld.” That was some serious juggling to not blow his cover. He managed to park the TARDIS in a clever spot so no one noticed it was bigger on the inside and the old girl made all the necessary ‘sets’ in a centre location. She even disguised the console room to look like an art deco bar. 

He stopped along with her to inspect her choice, “That was a great wedding, I love how they do their receptions. You’d never find a Klerik having half as fun as that lot.” He chuckled, a vivid memory of Rose’s face as they laughed and got pissed with the groom’s brothers.

What a cheeky little minx. He eyed her, and without a word he silently decided to put it on with the rest of it just to see how it looked, salacious intent or not, wouldn’t hurt to try it. At least it wasn’t a bow tie. The Doctor lightly kicked her bum before entering the dressing room.

When he came back out he struck a pose, “Alright I’ll be needing that top hat and cane to really get a feel for this one.” He reached out ready to actually tug her over, twirl her, and dip her.

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“Shut up.” Rose said and bounced on the balls of her feet.  “You know Sally Rand?” She asked excited then it dawned on her, she was a famous dancer, a dancer who more often times than not danced either in the nude or semi nude.  “Just how well do you know your friend Hattie hmm?” She asked and crossed her arms, then he was on to the next topic.  “The Great Ziegfeld?  The one with William Powell?”

Now things were starting to look up.  “The William Powell?” She asked again and moved closer to him.  “One of the most dashing stars of old Hollywood?  Nick Charles of the Thin Man series?”  She bit her lip, her Mum used to watch all of William Powell and Myrna Loy’s film.  “Mum loved the Great Ziegfeld, she loved that character Billie Burke..I was this close,” She put her thumb and index finger together closely. “to being named Billie.  Dad was the voice of reason on that one..if you can believe it.”

Rose jumped as his foot made contact with her and she scowled at his retreating back.  “I’m going to remember that..” She threatened and then grabbed her dress, then looked through the rest of the racks trying to find a shawl to go over her shoulders.  Once found she heard him come out of the changing room.

“Ohh, look at you..Old Hollywood..” She giggled and went willingly into his arms. “Even better than William Powell.” She commented and straightened his cravat.  “Your top hat and cane sir you will find behind you against the wall.” She spun out and then back to him, before he dipped her deeply.  When she was righted she was breathless at which he handled her.  “Definitely have the moves yeah?”

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@thetimeladyandthetardis

He was sitting in a toddler sized chair next to Fabian’s bed trying to coerce the child to go to bed. Reasoning with him and saying how much he’s gonna miss the freedom to sleep whenever he wants to when he’s older didn’t work. Neither did science and logical explanation. 

Fabian stared up at him with a certain patience and adoration. He would do anything to stall sleeping… or the Doctor from leaving. “Tell me a bedtime story.”

“I don’t know any. Well I do but you’ll get nightmares and never sleep again.”

“Pleeeeeease?”

“The only bedtime story I know is by Samuel L Jackson. And it’s called go the fuck to sleep.” 

[thetimeladyandthetardis]

Night after night is seemed as though Fabian became a problem child in terms of sleeping properly. If it weren’t for the fact she never slept longer than a few seconds, she might have been scorn at the child. Although tonight felt so different. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to sleep, but it appeared just to have the Doctor there managed to urge him on.

A tired smile came to Nicole’s face as she peeked in on the two Time Lords. Even she knew the time in which he became an annoying little Time tot. Oh by Gallifrey did she loathe the thought of how she might have appeared to her own parents in times of going to bed.

“Now what is the matter with you two? Fabian you know very well the Doctor is a busy man and you’re lucky enough he stayed to make sure you went to sleep. The least you can do for him is try to do so. If you want a story so badly I’ll tell you one once he leaves if you’re not asleep, alright?”

She could only give the Doctor an apologetic look as though that would say sorry better than her stating the words verbally. Only now she could regret asking him for helping her with Fabian, but what more did he expect than to be involved in the lives of the two Time Lords left in existence? He couldn’t think that he could pick up and leave that easily.

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Dr. Time War; or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pompeii

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Fear courses through her as she heard the cell door open. “Please…please no, not again.” She rasped helplessly backing into the corner of her cell. Then there was an explosion, gun fire and a man appeared.

Estella’s head snapped up at his voice. She was wide eyed and confused as he walked away, but nonetheless gathered herself together as best she could and began to limp after him, still weak from the last…surgery…they had forced her through. “Who…who are you?” She croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming in pain.

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Hearing the odd pattern of her steps he glanced over his shoulder, brows still angry. His shoulders sank a sliver and his pace slowed. He couldn’t be her crutch if they both were to make it out alive. “If you need a cane to keep up, grab anything that looks like a likely candidate.” How poetic it would be if she were to break the eyestalk off a fallen dalek and use that.

As for her question… he could ask the same at this point. He didn’t really want to say ‘The Doctor’ as the memory was so fresh in his mind now that he was back here… the fear in people’s eyes when they heard that name. The Time Lord had done so much damage back then. He remembered the girl who had refused to go with him in his eighth hour– the regeneration that went to war. His Eighth hour wasn’t his most suited for the war, but then came nine… born of war and died for love. He wouldn’t change the pain at the expense of what he’d learned. “Call me Caecilius,” he hummed lowly. The Doctor wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the name but it was the first that came to mind.

Since they were mostly backtracking through his own wake there wasn’t much to fight as he lead her through. The blue box just at the end there. Once at the doors he threw the guns aside and unlocked the door, ushering her in before he stepped in himself.

“What do you go by?“ –it came out more as a declaritive statement as he circled the console and prepared to fly out of there. “What did they do to you? I have a medical station in my TARDIS, if you don’t mind an OOD as your nurse.”

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Estella had managed to keep up after finding some debris that substituted as a cane of sorts. As much as she’d love to rip off an eyestalk and use that, she simply didn’t have the strength.

She hadn’t questioned his identity until they reached the rather odd out of place police box at the end of the corridor. Her mother had talked about an old friend flying around in a Tardis like that. And his name certainly wasn’t Caecilius. But, she didn’t bring up the matter. He just rescued her, he could stay anonymous if he wished.

The sight of a Tardis was comforting yet foreboding all at once. She couldn’t go back to Gallifrey. Not ever. Nonetheless, she stepped inside after throwing aside the crutch. “They took me apart and put me back together again. A lot. Something about making the perfect weapon…“ Estella strained an answer. “Anyway, I don’t think it worked. And after…everything…I really don’t mind an ood.”

At this point she would probably even let a human operate on her. She really couldn’t care less. Though her mother would have quite a lot to say if one did.

Her mother…Missy. It was all her fault. Everything that happened was because of her.

“Oh, and I’m Estella.” She leaned against the railing, running a hand through disheveled hair. “I really need to find my mother.”

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Comic Relief | Megan & Twelve

Megan caught the box and turned it over in her hands, looking for the button that would play the message again. “This looks weird,” she muttered as she followed him, observing the box. “I doubt whoever sent it would want us to melt before we got to them, whether they really are in distress or it’s a trap.” 

As they walked across the sand, the bus shrank behind them. “Good thing I’ve got my vortex manipulator with me, and it’s connected to the TARDIS,” she gasped, wiping sweat off her forehead. “I wouldn’t want to try finding the way back in this.” The Guardian turned the box over in her hands again, observing the way the light played off its translucent white, almost crystalline faces. 

“Do you know what species could have sent it? It doesn’t look like a trademark of any species I know off the top of my head.”

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“Usually I’d object to much use from a vortex manipulator, but since the magnetic field of this region of the planet is unstable for a TARDIS to ground on that’s certainly handy for a quick escape. Good thinking.” Megan was like a part of his own brain, she was like a puzzle piece. She remembered the important details he sometimes overlooked or didn’t think to prepare. 

He tossed the box up gently and caught it again once she handed it back to him and glanced over it before glancing back up. The closer they got to the coordinates the translucent white box was programmed for the barely visable numbers on it shifted.

“Mm... well I’m not 100 percent sure but I believe it has to be one of three-- Jefok, Arcturian, or Gizan.” He wasn’t sure if she’d heard of those races, but Jefok and Arcturians were both wonderful civilizations and had a hand in human evolution. The Gizans were... well... tricky. Their allegiances were a bit murky. Not even the Doctor really knew if they were ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ “...But all three of those races are tied to Earth some how... why didn’t they just summoned us there rather than this unsettling wasteland?”

[thereincarnatedegyptian]

“I’ve always been in charge of the book of the dead and the book of life” She responded, eyes upon the Doctor. “These people, dangerous people want the books to raise the mummy from its resting place and unleash a curse upon all of Egypt then eventually the world” She explained, “It’s my job to make sure that it doesn’t happen.” Nefertiti listened to his words, she gave a nod of her head, turning upon her feet “Well lets go then, I can’t waste anymore time.” The more time they wasted talking, the more the enemy were getting closer to the key. “They keys join together” She informed, lifting up her necklace, “I have the other half” 

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“I’m old, if I didn’t remember that when I was a spring chicken of 1100 I probably wont remember it now either. That’s a lie it’ll get filed into the recesses of my consciousness and my neurons will just be too lazy to retrieve it later,” he mused aloud, and quite fast at that.

He then furrowed his brow, paying my acute attention to the other things she said. “Oh bollocks, of course they do– are they humans? Let humans have information and they want to do the worst things with it. Toddlers.” He could help but let out a faint chuckle and a scoff, “I’m glad I’m not the only one trying to prevent the destruction of this world actively.“ 

The Doctor nodded, “By all means.” He gestured for them to take the plunge into the darkness. First he felt his pockets before taking out a lighter and shimmying into the darkness. Soon he had a torch from off the wall. Just enough light to encompass them but it’s never a good feeling to be unable to see more than four feet in from of yourself. “So you have one half– and the other half is in here then? Is that how you access the books?” He then stopped, holding out a hand to stop her as well. “Please… tell me you have a map with you of all the booby traps set up in this pyramid? I would prefer not be skewered.”

[thereincarnatedegyptian]

Nefertiti gave a nod of her head “I always have maps for these things, though there aren’t any traps” She explained, her eyes upon the Doctor, slipping through into the darkness. “You need a key to open them, its my job to make sure no one does.. I suspect that they know I will be coming so keep on your toes.” She warned, her eyes upon the map in front of her. 

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what the fuck i just wrote 5 paragraphs and queued it and it fucking disappeared. someone explain to me why this could have happened? This isn’t the first time. What the fuck is the deal with tumblr queue lately. nothing I’ve done on all my blogs have been posted in the past two weeks. They’ve apparently just vanished into the fucking abyss.

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Dr. Time War; or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pompeii

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Fear courses through her as she heard the cell door open. “Please…please no, not again.” She rasped helplessly backing into the corner of her cell. Then there was an explosion, gun fire and a man appeared.

Estella’s head snapped up at his voice. She was wide eyed and confused as he walked away, but nonetheless gathered herself together as best she could and began to limp after him, still weak from the last…surgery…they had forced her through. “Who…who are you?” She croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming in pain.

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Hearing the odd pattern of her steps he glanced over his shoulder, brows still angry. His shoulders sank a sliver and his pace slowed. He couldn’t be her crutch if they both were to make it out alive. “If you need a cane to keep up, grab anything that looks like a likely candidate.” How poetic it would be if she were to break the eyestalk off a fallen dalek and use that.

As for her question... he could ask the same at this point. He didn’t really want to say ‘The Doctor’ as the memory was so fresh in his mind now that he was back here... the fear in people’s eyes when they heard that name. The Time Lord had done so much damage back then. He remembered the girl who had refused to go with him in his eighth hour-- the regeneration that went to war. His Eighth hour wasn’t his most suited for the war, but then came nine... born of war and died for love. He wouldn’t change the pain at the expense of what he’d learned. “Call me Caecilius,” he hummed lowly. The Doctor wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the name but it was the first that came to mind.

Since they were mostly backtracking through his own wake there wasn’t much to fight as he lead her through. The blue box just at the end there. Once at the doors he threw the guns aside and unlocked the door, ushering her in before he stepped in himself.

"What do you go by?“ –it came out more as a declaritive statement as he circled the console and prepared to fly out of there. “What did they do to you? I have a medical station in my TARDIS, if you don’t mind an OOD as your nurse.”

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Activity Change;;

okay so my own fluctuating activity of on for a week and then disappearing for four score and seven years and then on for a week, etc... is really annoying. It annoys me, I assume it annoys my rp partners. I’m sorry.

I’m in survival mode right now in my life. My main focus is trying to put a roof over my head (I don’t want to live out of my car again-- this time in winter), keeping my health from deteriorating because of chronic illness, and trying to save money so to get myself out of this situation. 

It is so so very hard for my to find joy in my passions and hobbies and interests because I constantly feel the need to figure out my next step. That being said, if I don’t turn to my creative outlets no and then-- I lose my sanity.

This is me saying-- no, I’m not going to keep promising to ‘be more active’ on my accounts at this stage of my life. I have, again, survival on my mind. I still, would like to write, however, so I want to set certain days to sign on and let myself relax.

Here’s the chart:

@theseareattackingeyebrows ;; every other friday (2nd/4th)

@wisheryyy ;; every other saturday (1st/3rd)

@wondcrlxnd + @julietorwhatyouwill ;; every other sunday (1st/3rd)

@madmarchh ;; every other friday (1st/3rd)

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guardian-of-a-timelord:

“I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m sorry he had the power to make you feel that way. It’s easy for me as an outsider to say ‘don’t let him have the power to make you feel that way’ but in the end it doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there– I don’t know what it was like– and I wasn’t there to… I was there to stop it.” He shook his head, looking down a moment and clenching his jaw before sighing, “I won’t say time heals all wounds. I’d be a hypocrite to say that… but I do hope that one day this become fuel to your fire… and aids to your armour and builds your strength…”

Once she freshened herself up to her liking her nodded and held the door for her, “I know this is a boring banquet by the way, but we can leave in a half hour. Brave heart, Megan.”

Megan smiled at him as she walked through the door, pushing back all the negative thoughts and feelings into a cage in her mind and locking it securely. She could fully break down once she was back in the TARDIS in her sweat pants, not at a fancy banquet in a sequined dress. 

“I’m wondering if I should have worn my Guardian uniform for this,” she murmured to him as they continued to mingle among alien dignitaries, observing all of the military personnel in dress uniforms, “They seem to respect that sort of thing. Or would it have just painted a giant target on my back?” 

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[absolutewho]

[ameliarolarchwood-deactivated20]

Marie giggled. Her roommate was rolling around a lot and generally making too much noise for her to sleep, so she drew his paintball gun from below the bed and shot around the edge of the bed, sending him to the floor with a thump and a pile of blankets and flailing limbs.

“Peace and quiet.” She grinned and closed her eyes, then opened one after a moment to glance at him.

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It took him a moment, and a groan for Jethro to conjure the energy to do a slinky-like roll up to a lazy sitting position.  He then tiled his head, half because it took too much effort to keep his head up.

Of course, this didn’t stop him from plotting sweet sweet pillow revenge. He grinned to himself as he reached around and clutched  the pillow he’d fallen with. He then pretended to cock it.

     “Say hello to my little friend.”

He then began flopping the pillow at her, making sure to hit her but not poke her eye out or give her rug burn. Some people get  real vicious with their pillow fights.

[ameliarolarchwood-deactivated20]

Marie let out a squeal as a pillow assaulted her in the dark. She flailed off the edge of the bed and to the floor with a soft thunk. Her arms swung up to block what she guessed would be a shot to her face, but was actually a solid hit to the side of her head; she had been turned in the wrong direction. The force sent her toppling over, straight onto a wriggly cushion. “Sorry.” She let out a laugh.

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“Oh thank you– but I would want to make sure my parents are alright first. They would be coming with me.” 

Mindlessly, he followed, “Did Han shoot first?Of course, I love tea.” The irony being that on this planet Star Wars was fiction– but to his corner of space it was a very real set of events observed on many planets. “Uh oh, I hope it lives up to your hype.” He gave a small cheeky grin.

The grin was replaced with mild concern at that last comment but he just nodded, “Mm… Mhm…” Not even past two buildings and he already jumped and pointed at something as he whispered, “What is that?”

[everybodyelsedying]

“Easy, these are all just…refugees. People not so unlike you that they needed a place to stay either because they couldn’t or didn’t want to go back to their homeworlds,” Ashildr explained. “21st Century Humans can be just about as subtle as you are when they see such things.” She smirked leading him to the house where she lived. She unlocked the door and let him in. 

“We’ll find some way to track your parents. I imagine you haven’t seen them since you ended up here?” She asked as she prepped the tea on the stove. “I’m sure they’re alright and if they are picked up by any of the less savory organizations that deal with this sort of thing, I have my ways of getting them back.”

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