WhoLock (Doctor Who & Sherlock) Roleplay-OPEN

[cardassia]

Mycroft watched her as she moved nonchalantly towards the door, his eyes barely twitching before looking back at her face. As he had not moved from the doorway, he was fairly certain that she had no chance. Besides, there were three security guards within a ten metre radius out the door. There was no way she was going anywhere. He made no move to stop her. He looked back up and studied her face with dark eyes. "The number of those that know are very few, and I shan't change that without orders." He casually positioned himself so that most of the doorway was blocked; leaning on his umbrella.

[kona.]

Krystah narrowed her eyes, noticing him shift positions so that he covered the doorway. "Move." She spoke directly this time. "Move, or I shall make you." She growled. She wasn't one for unneccesary violence, but she wanted to get out of here. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot lightly against the floor. She was starting to get a little annoyed with being cooped up in here.

(SO SORRY for short post!)

[nerdyteengirl]

((Its alright! just dont make it a habit Still no reply, so I'll play 11.))

Eleven

At the sound of Clara's voice, Eleven spun around and clapped his hands together. "Ah! Clara! Some tea would...be...lovely-" the end of his sentence dropped away as he noticed the newcomer. "No." He said. This had to be a joke, a trick, an illusion. Stepping quickly he circled the tall man, bending as he examined his brown hair, his pinstripe suit, his converse, and his frankly alarming lack of a bowtie. "No." He said again, stepping back. Creases appeared on his forehead. "You're not possible."

((I was thinking ten and eleven can't touch or they'll blow up the continuum or something. ))

Clara

Clara sighed. Now both men were talking to each other and she still didn't have a job to do. She remembered several cups of tea she had downed a few hours earlier. "I'm just going to pop to the loo." She said, picking a hallway at random and walking off down it. The full-clearance badge she had been given upon arrival and her brisk walk staved off all questions and allowed her through any door. However, within a few minutes she had to admit she was hopelessly lost. Seeing an open door ahead she quickened her walk and stuck her head through. "Terribly sorry to bother, could someone direct me to the restroom?"

((Yes it's the room with Mycroft and yourOCwhosenameIforgotsorry.))

[Loch Ness]

(Sounds good to me! but what counts as touching? Only skin to skin contact? If it's any touching I'll modify the post. Or we can just rip the continuum >:D)

Ten frowned slightly, tipping his head to the side. This man... He reminded him of... Well, him! "Have we met?" he asked softly, looking the man over curiously. The floppy hair, the tweed jacket and matching pants, that outrageous and uncomfortable-looking bowtie... All things that would normally strike him as fashion faux paus, but in this case they just seemed... right. Natural. He listened closely. Wait, was that a double heartbeat? He gently placed a hand on each side of the man's chest, his eyes widening as he felt a strong heartbeat in both places. "You're not possible. You're a timelord. I... I killed all of them..." He closed his eyes, the memories flashing through his head in blood and pain and darkness. He stepped back as if he had been burned, pushing the searing pain away. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice quivering slightly.

[nerdyteengirl]

(I was thinking skin-to-skin only too. I hope this is ok.)

Eleven

"Who am I?" Eleven repeated, still in shock. What could he tell this man? He had never been in this situation before. That he could remember right now, that is. "I'm you. You're me. We're one and the same." He straightened his bowtie. "I liked that face. You need a bowtie, though." His mind was racing. All the possibilities...all the dangers. And most of all, all the memories. He winced slightly. "Clara-" spinning around his eyes fell on her empty chair. "One day. One day I'll find someone who gets the whole 'don't wander off' thing." he muttered, turning back to himself. "Right then, Doctor. We have a lot of work to do."

[Loch Ness]

(Sounds good to me )

Ten's eyes widened in sudden understanding. "Oh..." Well then. This was something new. He'd met someone who thought he was a future regeneration, but never a real future version of himself. This was interesting. Until he figured out what this meant, he'd have to be very careful. Very careful indeed. Might as well take it in stride. "Bowtie? No way. I hate those things. So uncomfortable. Anyways, are we continuing our work here or going after the precocious young lady?"

[nerdyteengirl]

Eleven

"Clara can take care of herself...mostly." Eleven replied. Turning to the table, he indicated the various maps, inventory lists, and notes. "As you can see, we're part of an underground resistance. Currently Captain Lee here," he indicated an Asian woman with a hard face and military bearing, "wants to send soldiers in here, here, and here." He pointed at Buckingham Palace, 10 Downing Street, and 221B Baker Street. "Those are their strongholds and points of government. I say that's completely ridiculous, and we should send a small sabotage squad into 221B to take out their communications. For some reason they set up there. Maybe they like Sherlock Holmes! What do you think, Doctor? If we choose the Captain's plan, many innocent lives will be lost on both sides."
"Doctor!" The Captain interrupted. "They are not innocent. They invaded and enslaved us."
"They don't know what they're doing!" Eleven replied. "To them you are bumbling cattle and this planet is a field. They don't know any better."

[The BadWolf]

Sherlock glared as Mycroft left. Waiting a few heartbeats, he got up and walked to the door, slipped out and paused. Mycroft was bothering someone else and standing in the doorway. Slipping silently past, he ducked into a corridor and started looking at the ground. Biscuit crumbs....dog hairs....human hairs....muddy boot prints....not John's size. Sherlock pouted.

[cardassia]

Mycroft's eyes showed his amusement at her ferocity, but neither his mouth nor his facial muscles betrayed a smile. "Krystah, Krystah," he said in his usual calm and controlled voice. "Ever the fierce one. Now, I must be leaving. I do hope you find something to occupy your time. You will be notified as soon as possible, and I have from a reliable source that the information will be released very soon." He turned at the sound of a voice, finding a short girl with a vaguely familiar face. He wasn't sure who she was, however, and gestured for her to follow him. He waved at Krystah before slipping out the door, locking it securely behind him. Mycroft turned to the girl. "Just down the hall, my dear, third door on the left after you turn the corner," he said, raising his umbrella to point down the hallway.

[Jailor]

((Did my Dalek get accepted?))