WhoLock (Doctor Who & Sherlock) Roleplay-OPEN

[nerdyteengirl]

((@The Commander you probably missed it, the post was a while ago, but Clara popped into that room and asked for directions. Could you modify your post please? Thanks. :)
Yes. Terribly sorry, I thought I pmed you but I must have forgotten. ))

[Loch Ness]

The Doctor scanned the map, the familiar addresses reminding him of adventures he had had there. "Well, not to sound biased, but I'm going to have to agree with myself on this. We don't know the violent capabilities of these aliens, nor do we know if they even bear us any ill will, so I believe it prudent to avoid any kind of altercation in this instance. A small squad can withdraw if any violence looms, avoiding agitating these beings. The fact also remains that they might pull of their mission completely undetected, which would work out best for both sides. Guns are never the answer." Ten said, his voice growing softer at the last statement. His mind whirled through the many instances where weapons and stupidity and soldiers had meant heartbreak for him. He tried to push them aside, but they were persistent. If anyone had watched closely, they would have seen his eyes harden slightly in determination. He wouldn't let that happen here.

[FLYBOY]

(I'm finally going to jump in here, I don't really have a good spot to start at, so hope this is alright.)

With a soft thrumming noise, a metal cylinder materialized on a street corner. To the ordinary human, it would have seemed rather strange- one didn't usually see tall metal structures like this about, but most people would dismiss it as some sort of odd art form. But there were a few, so very few, who could see it for what it really was- a TARDIS. The Chameleon Circuit had been disabled somehow, and it stood out, but there was no one around to see. In fact, the time machine itself seemed quite deserted, until the door slid open and a cloud of smoke billowed out. Someone came stumbling out of the doorway, making his way away from the TARDIS before taking a breath. The Master frowned at his broken time machine, rather disappointed. It had gotten him out of the time lock, at least, which was the bare minimum he had hoped for, as he hadn't had much to work with. The time lord glanced around, looking annoyed at where he had happened to end up- Earth. Again. But this time, something felt different. All the humans had vanished from this particular point in time and space, which struck him as odd. But also.... there was something else. On the far edges of his consciousness, a time lord presence- and a TARDIS. He couldn't tell how many there were, but he knew it would probably be one- who else could it be? As he looked back towards his TARDIS, the smoke slowly clearing, the Master was certain of one thing- he needed that other TARDIS. It was no good to be stuck on Earth with a broken time machine, and he knew it. The Doctor's TARDIS was the only option.

[Jailor]

Dalek Spark glided quietly down the street, her blue Dalekanuim reflecting light. It would have seemed abnormal to see a Dalek going down a sidewalk, but thanks to a perception filter, nobody would notice her unless she made a scene. But that was not her plan. Dalek Spark was not on Earth to exterminate all the annoying little humans, and their dogs.

((Mahhh...too short for my liking, but whatever. Blank brain.))

[cardassia]

{Nope, no PM, but I modified it.}

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.

[nerdyteengirl]

((Thanks so much! ^.^))

Clara

The rather tubby, aging man pointed her in the right direction, indicating the way with his umbrella, but Clara had questions, and she felt like he could answer them. "Why are you keeping her locked up?" she asked. "It doesn't really seem fair. We're supposed to be helping and saving humanity, not sticking them in cells." she looked at the rows of other doors. "Do you have anyone else in here?" She turned her piercing eyes on the man, demanding answers. She wasn't going anywhere until someone explained what was going on.

Eleven

Eleven grinned as he agreed with himself. "Well then!" clapping his hands together, he rubbed them eagerly and looked up. "Get a force together Captain. I-we-um...I'll be back in a jiffy." He looked at himself. "Coming, Doctor? We've got to find Clara. Don't know where she's got off to this time, but if she's died-again..." Grabbing a map and a walkie-talkie, he strode off down a corridor and disappeared behind a corner. A moment later he was back, walking the other direction. "Come on!"

[kona.]

Krystah frowned at him angrily, and sank into an armchair, sighing. She could hear through the door the girl asking why she was locked up, and she wished she herself could answer that question. But she couldn't. There was no reason that she knew of why she was being kept here, and she felt a single tear sliding down her face, but quickly wiped it away. No. She would not show weakness here. She was probably being videotaped or monitored of something, and she wanted them to see how annoyed she was. She crossed her arms and flipped the television on, sighing. This was boring. She stood and walked to the door, and took a pin from her hair, and started to pick at the lock. she glanced up then continued to pick at it. After about ten minutes, she unlocked it, and then she picked up a hammer. It would be stupid to leave without some form of a weapon. She slipped out the door and started to run down the hall.

[Loch Ness]

The Doctor grinned, following himself. It felt good to be on the move again. Actually doing something important. Wait, wait a second... Did he just say "Die again?" He caught up with Eleven. "Again? Die again? I feel like I haven't been clued in on something very important. Do tell." He thought of what this could possibly mean. He'd have companions leave, almost die... actually die... But never die more than once. He wondered how Clara managed that, and if she had managed that, how she was alive and well now. She must be a very special girl. He was definitely looking forward to getting to know her better.

[nerdyteengirl]

Clara

The rather tubby, aging man pointed her in the right direction, indicating the way with his umbrella, but Clara had questions, and she felt like he could answer them. "Why are you keeping her locked up?" she asked. "It doesn't really seem fair. We're supposed to be helping and saving humanity, not sticking them in cells." she looked at the rows of other doors. "Do you have anyone else in here?" She turned her piercing eyes on the man, demanding answers. She wasn't going anywhere until someone explained what was going on.

Eleven

"Yes, again." Eleven said distractedly, flipping the map upside-down and cocking his head sideways. "It's really very curious. A few months ago I was in the dalek asylum, and so was she. Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment manager of the starship Alaska. Turned into a dalek, very sad." At the intersection Eleven stopped abruptly, took two steps back, folded the map into a triangle and started off down another corridor. "She died to save me and...my friends." He pursed his lips, fighting back the waves of depression so familiar to him after the Ponds died. "As she let me go, she said something I thought nothing of. 'Run You Clever Boy, And Remember Me.' She said. And believe me, I did. Then, Victorian Christmas there was a bar maid who wasn't a bar maid, fantastic, clever, I was about to fly away with her like I do when I find the right person, but an ice woman pulled her off my cloud. She died." Holding the map straight out in front of him, he closed one eye, then the other, then veered quickly off and passed through a thick iron door into a hallway with only a few guards and lined with doors. Making sure he was still following himself, he set off again. "Can you guess what she said to me as she died? 'Run You Clever Boy, And Remember Me.' Again! What does it mean?" In frustration he wadded the map up and threw it to the side. A few steps in silence then he spoke again. "Finally, a week or two ago a young woman called my phone. The actual phone! She said she lost the Internet. Anyway, she used 'Run You Clever Boy And Remember' as a jog to remember the wifi password, which was RYCBAR123. She almost died again, but I saved her, and here we are." Stopping short, he looked around. "Though I'm not quite sure where 'here' is...."

[Loch Ness]

Ten listened intently. This girl really was interesting. He watched his own failed navigation attempts and smiled to himself. Well, at least he didn't change too much. He sobered sightly at the look in Eleven's eyes as he spoke of his friends. He knew that look. That was the look he got when he talked about Rose. And Donna. He knew something terrible must have happened. He wasn't looking forward to one more weight on his heart. He shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts. Clara was one remarkable girl, and right now they were trying to find her, not all the other companions they had lost. He glanced around the hall. Lots of doors. That could be good or bad. It all depended on what was behind them. He opened one curiously, but it was empty. He shrugged. Seemed as though there was at least nothing dangerous around, which was good.