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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 1, 2020 15:49:17 GMT -5
| The Ninth Doctor | Living Room | @ All the Other Doctors |
Yet another man blinked into the House, appearing near the bookshelf. He was more stickily built than the others, especially the lanky man in a long coat. He appeared in the moment of a cheesy grin, his arms crossed. He stilled as his surroundings suddenly changed from the dim orange-y lights of the TARDIS to the stark light of this unknown room.
Wait a minute... that scarf. Oof, that was a throwback. Right now he was much more comfortable with his cool blank leather jacket, thank you very much.
Though this begged the question- what was this place? He'd never seen it, and had no memory of it, though clearly he'd been here before. It must have been some sort of time anomaly. And this begged the question- he knew who one of them was; he knew who he himself was- so who was everyone else? Some sort of young fool was waggling his finger about and point quite rudely at another. This promised to be interesting, at least. Probably life threatening. Fantastic!
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Apr 1, 2020 15:51:30 GMT -5
NumquamThe man, the myth, the legend himself, President Obama, the 44th president of the United States, blinked in. The first thing to catch his eye, was not the long hallway he was now in, but the absolutely stunning example of an individual elegantly striding around nearby. "Excuse me, gentleman." He said. "I seem to have lost my way to the white house. Could a fine man such as yourself tell me the shortest way there." "Wa!" Waluigi wa'd as the hairs on his mustache stood up to their tippy top ends. He whirled around to face the unfamiliar, sensual voice. His chest felt lighter as he placed his eyes on the handsome figure before him. Rabid butterflies attacked the inside of his torso as his orbs softened. "W-wa...." He quietly responded with quivering lips, sharing the same confusion as to where they were. "I see. So you are lost too." The great President Obama had no issues understanding Waluigi. In fact, the other man's voice was quite pleasant on his ears. "Not to worry. I am sure we will find our way back soon." Although, the longer he was with this undeniably charming individual, the more he wanted to spend time with him and get to know him better. Getting back to the white house could wait. "Why not tell me your name, good sir? You may call me President Obama, or just Mr. Obama if you prefer." |
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Post by Numquam on Apr 1, 2020 15:56:16 GMT -5
"Wa!" Waluigi wa'd as the hairs on his mustache stood up to their tippy top ends. He whirled around to face the unfamiliar, sensual voice. His chest felt lighter as he placed his eyes on the handsome figure before him. Rabid butterflies attacked the inside of his torso as his orbs softened. "W-wa...." He quietly responded with quivering lips, sharing the same confusion as to where they were. "I see. So you are lost too." The great President Obama had no issues understanding Waluigi. In fact, the other man's voice was quite pleasant on his ears. "Not to worry. I am sure we will find our way back soon." Although, the longer he spent with this undeniably charming individual, the more he wanted to spend time with him and get to know him better. Getting back to the white house could wait. "Why not tell me your name, good sir? You may call me President Obama, or just Mr. Obama if you prefer." Waluigi nervously scratched the back of his head, "W-Wa." Having never seen an individual so attractive in his life, he wasn't sure how to act. What exactly was this man a president of? A group? A country? He was so.... mysterious. A chill went down Waluigi's spine. "Wa." He answered the President looking towards the doors, his fingers fiddling and dancing around themselves in nervousness. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 1, 2020 16:05:36 GMT -5
Ten | Living Room "Hey!" Ten protested, running a hand through his hair. "I am dashing, thank you very much." He stood up, looking behind the woman at the others. "Now this is interesting," he said, a grin inching its way across his face. He didn't recognize Eleven, but Nine was a face he knew all too well. Which meant the others. "No," he said, whirling around again to face the woman, the back of his jacket flaring out as he did so. "I'm a woman?" he asked, surprise etching its way across his face. Not disappointment, just... surprise. He turned back to face the others one by one. "Now that.. that is brilliant, that is." If there were three of them in the room it was far too much of a coincidence for the other two to not be him. "You," he said, turning back towards the man with no eyebrows and a rather hideous bow-tie. "I don't like it." He ambled away, drifting over to the bookshelf and taking one of the books off of the shelf to flip through. Blank. Even more brilliant. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2020 17:14:32 GMT -5
13 | Living Room | all the other doctors "Oy!" said The Doctor, this time to bow-tie. "Rude! I'm meant to be here just as much as you are." She glanced at shaggy as he acknowledged her and nodded in his direction. "See. Honestly. At least one of me is quicker on the up-take." Bit of a spoiler, but she supposed the others wouldn't remember it anyway. Scarf ... gosh, which face had that been? The fourth? She thought it had been the fourth. Scarf was asking questions. No wonder, really. He was further back on the timeline then the rest of them. Now all she needed was the first face to blink in and embarrass her. All of The Doctors, really. "You're a bit off," she said to him, not unkindly. "Think of it like this ... your views probably better. I think this must be what it's like when humans look at movies of from when they were a teenager." She looked Four up and down. "The second-hand embarrassment gets bad." She softened a bit, however, adding, "I have no idea why all of ya are here. I thought it was just me. Apparently not." Her fingers wagged toward Nine. "No. No, I can see that stupid smile. Your ears go up when you smile. Like little radar dishes. Don't think that. And I know what you're thinking. Not fantastic. Admittedly interesting, perhaps very fascinating, but not fantastic. Very life threatening. And the last thing I want is to stop existing, so none of me need to get any ideas." There was a beat. "Honestly, I don't know what response I expect from that." She glanced at Nine. The stupid grin. Oh, not the stupid grin. "But weeeeeeell ..." Her knees and legs moved around, like a cross between a stationary bounce and a shuffle. She gave in. "Hello, Doctor. I'm the Doctor." |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 1, 2020 17:26:58 GMT -5
The Eleventh Doctor | Living Room | The Doctors Eleven caught on around the same time as Ten, eyes going up and down Thirteen. Now this was something, he had thought, unable to help a smile. But it faltered as attention was brought down on him. "Well that's a bit rich coming from yourself," he quipped, gaze raking Ten's worn down converse paired with his formal suit. He straightened at Thirteen, though gained a look like a puppy that had just been scolded. "Sorry, Sorry," he said. "Wasn't expecting a surprise like this."
He turned on his heel, finishing his glance over Four to Nine. He had really looked like that, hadn't he? But the smile rubbed off and Eleven himself couldn't help but to grin. So many of himself in one place, while disaster was bound to pop up, it was exciting all the same.
When Nine had a go and Thirteen finished, Eleven ran his hand through the floppy part of his hair and addressed the room. "Hello Doctor and Doctor, I'm the Doctor." |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 1, 2020 17:50:34 GMT -5
Ten | Living Room As Nine took the classic introduction, Ten looked back up at him. Those ears. And the jacket... well, admittedly the jacket was still cool, it just wasn't meant for this body. He'd have looked like an extra in a particularly bad production of Grease. The '50s hairstyle he could do, no problem. The jacket... definitely not. All of them - eccentric and swaggering and arrogant, oh so arrogant, he realized now, made quite a group. If only they knew where they were. Well... the woman seemed to know, or at least she seemed a little more in control than the rest of them, but that might have just been because she was the oldest of all of them. Because Eleven hadn't recognized her, and she and Eleven were the only ones he didn't know. And then they began, each introduction getting more ridiculous, and Ten couldn't help but grin. If they were all doing it, he saw no issue joining in. "Hello Doctor, Doctor, and Doctor. I'm the Doctor." He shoved his hands in his pockets after putting the book down, wandering a few feet before turning back. "Anyone care to go exploring?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow and giving a little smile. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Apr 1, 2020 18:30:53 GMT -5
"I see. So you are lost too." The great President Obama had no issues understanding Waluigi. In fact, the other man's voice was quite pleasant on his ears. "Not to worry. I am sure we will find our way back soon." Although, the longer he spent with this undeniably charming individual, the more he wanted to spend time with him and get to know him better. Getting back to the white house could wait. "Why not tell me your name, good sir? You may call me President Obama, or just Mr. Obama if you prefer." Waluigi nervously scratched the back of his head, "W-Wa." Having never seen an individual so attractive in his life, he wasn't sure how to act. What exactly was this man a president of? A group? A country? He was so.... mysterious. A chill went down Waluigi's spine. "Wa." He answered the President looking towards the doors, his fingers fiddling and dancing around themselves in nervousness. "Ha ha, no need to be so nervous." President president Obama laughed warmly. "It's an honor to meet you, Waluigi. Your name suits an upstanding, dashing fellow like the one standing before me here today." He gave the other man a wink, then confidently gestured towards a nearby door. "Shall we look around a bit?" The president reached down and opened the door with no fear of what might might wait on the other side. After all, should anything dare approach the two, he could scare even the most vile of monsters away with a glare alone. Once he stepped inside, he was greeted with a most romantic sight. Around him spread a forest of cherry blossoms, the sky overhead dyed orange thanks to the setting sun. |
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Post by Numquam on Apr 1, 2020 18:44:19 GMT -5
All four of Waluigi's cheeks reddened. "Wa!" He wa'd. He was sure that the wink would be enough to send him on his way to Kingdom Come. He nodded gingerly at the suggestion of wandering this mysterious labyrinth with the one and only. Was this an eternal labyrinth? He still had no idea how either of them came to be here. He swallowed hard as he followed the Mr. President Presidente. His breaths quickened, unsure what was to be found on the other side of the door.
"Wa...?" He wa'd in confusion at the massive, sudden change. His jaw dropped with raised brows, was that really a door that led to the outside? Who knew such a gorgeous view could exist. The orange sky dyed Waluigi's hat into a soft, pinkish-purple colour, almost as soft and pink as his nose. A pink cherry blossom fluttered and landed on his hat, and another on his nose. The tips of his eyes watered, he had never seen a sight almost as beautiful as the man that stood before him. "W-....Wa...." He wa'd, quietly.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 1, 2020 18:51:26 GMT -5
It certainly promised to be a disaster, and, as his future self pointed out, almost certainly life threatening. He reached a hand up to his ears, shooting her an offended look. "Oi!"
The man in the bowtie grinned back at him, and Nine felt the excitement in his expression. With so many in one place, something was bound to happen. Though, something tugged at his thoughts. He hadn't seen so many timelords together (even if they were the same person) since the Time War. And while the three who appeared to be after him would be aware of the ramifications of such a gathering, Four wouldn't. There was something bittersweet about seeing oneself from the past, especially as jaded as Nine often tended to be.
"Exploring? Couldn't think of anything better." Nine answered. He gave Thirteen a questioning look. She certainly seemed to know the most about this place. "Well, age before beauty." Another one of his cheesy grins.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 1, 2020 19:00:23 GMT -5
Four | Living room | @ all the other doctors
"You're all..."
Four spun around in another circle, his scarf splaying out behind him, then stopped on a dime, facing Thirteen with wide eyed and a toothy grin. "Well, that's brilliant!" he exclaimed, peering closely at her before moving to the next available target, which happened to be Eleven, then Nine, then Ten. "Unless I'm going to have an extremely bad couple of days sometime soon, I'm going to live quite a long time, aren't I? One, two, three, four...five! Yes, five of us! How interesting....have any of you been here before? Actually, hold on -" here, he paused, closing his eye and waving his hands in an energetic, almost agitated sort of way. "Hold on, hold on, hold on. Before everything else. What's the order, here? Call out, or, or jump up and down or something if you remember all of us, that should put a rush on things."
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Post by Sησω on Apr 1, 2020 20:03:35 GMT -5
[ Stormcatcher | Living Room | @ all the doctors ]
"GET BACK TO WORK!" Stormcatcher sighed. Henning, one of his employees, was always slacking off! Work needed to be done in Tempest Spire, and he would not tolerate their lazy behavior.
The dragon god's eyes widened as the world around him shifted. No longer was he in Tempest Spire. Instead, he was in what appeared to be a run-down house. Was this a magic trick? If one of his employees had done this as a prank, it sure was damn powerful. Had one of his siblings (namely the Arcanist) tried a teleportation spell on him? No matter the case, he wouldn't tolerate any of it. If he was not present to boss his workers, chances are they'd start slacking off and stop doing their jobs! It would decrease productivity, and it angered him. "WHICHEVER ONE OF YOU DID THIS, I ORDER YOU TO STOP IMMEDIATELY," he spoke. He couldn't see any of his employees, but if this was caused by one of them, then hopefully they'd hear his order and follow it. There were a group of little humanoid creatures on the ground, but he ignored them. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Apr 1, 2020 20:30:08 GMT -5
A wary, gaunt man with excellent taste if he says so himself blinked into the house wearing a dashing black coat laced with red velvet in the inner fabric, a white collared shirt snugly framing his thin frame, black pants, and of course shoes. Shoes are a must to this exact regeneration desire. Either way he finds himself staring at what could be described as confounding and - "Foolish." His lips deceive to the connotation one would assume with his words, a smile cracking across his face. His eyes wandered from the furniture onto interesting individuals whose faces mirrored ones already worn out by his - their experiences. "I'm afraid we've haven't met!" He called out with a notable accent at the group recognizing their movements towards an exit way. "Formally, if that isn't clear, and you!" Even if the lines of his forehead accounted for the number of generation's he's been through they added to the pointed tone in his colorful speech. "You're lovely but that tone indoors, y'might wanna rethink that later." His last dribble moreso directed at the loud, huffy entity bellowing at the group. Ah, just like old times.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Apr 1, 2020 20:34:04 GMT -5
All four of Waluigi's cheeks reddened. "Wa!" He wa'd. He was sure that the wink would be enough to send him on his way to Kingdom Come. He nodded gingerly at the suggestion of wandering this mysterious labyrinth with the one and only. Was this an eternal labyrinth? He still had no idea how either of them came to be here. He swallowed hard as he followed the Mr. President Presidente. His breaths quickened, unsure what was to be found on the other side of the door. "Wa...?" He wa'd in confusion at the massive, sudden change. His jaw dropped with raised brows, was that really a door that led to the outside? Who knew such a gorgeous view could exist. The orange sky dyed Waluigi's hat into a soft, pinkish-purple colour, almost as soft and pink as his nose. A pink cherry blossom fluttered and landed on his hat, and another on his nose. The tips of his eyes watered, he had never seen a sight almost as beautiful as the man that stood before him. "W-....Wa...." He wa'd, quietly. "Yes. It is very nice. Just like you..." Señor Obama hummed. He spun back around towards Waluigi, his eyes finding their way to the blossom perched on the purple man's long, stately nose. "You should wear those more often. They suit you very well." He laughed again, the tone of his voice low and smooth. The presidents took a few steps back, edging close to the trunk of a close by cherry blossom tree. "Let's have a seat and enjoy the view for a little bit." He suggested, doing so himself and gently patting the grass beside him, inviting Waluigi to join him. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2020 21:33:14 GMT -5
13 | Living Room | All Docs and Stormcatcher The Doctor - the newest version - was about to open her mouth to answer Four when she was cut off. She didn't really like being cut off. She turned, looking at who else had blinked in. Ah. The last face and ... well ... She glanced around at the rest of The Doctors. "Nah. Nah." She looked back at Stormcatcher. "I mean ..." Deciding she'd look at Ten, since he was the most likely to be as befuddled as she would be, she let her eyebrows rise. " Seriously?" she mouthed. Not offended at the prospect of being a large creature with a rather interesting set of legs, but ... well ... unusual even for them. She coughed, said to Four. "Well, I'm the latest. I think at any rate." She was very iffy about Stormcatcher right now. She nodded at the last face. "Eyebrows is before me, then bowtie," pointing to Eleven, "then scraggly matchstick over there, ears, and then you're the youngest here. If ya wanted order, The Doctor," Nine, "starts at Nine and begins climbing from there." She glanced back at her last face and her nose wrinkled, more abashed then actually embarrassed. She was too recent a regeneration to really look back at that stage of her life with as much awkwardness. "Makes me the Thirteenth. It gets complicated. Exploring ya say ..." She hesitated again. "Might be fun. Probably fun. I like fun. But told ya, life and death threatening and the like." |
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Post by Numquam on Apr 1, 2020 21:33:41 GMT -5
All four of Waluigi's cheeks reddened. "Wa!" He wa'd. He was sure that the wink would be enough to send him on his way to Kingdom Come. He nodded gingerly at the suggestion of wandering this mysterious labyrinth with the one and only. Was this an eternal labyrinth? He still had no idea how either of them came to be here. He swallowed hard as he followed the Mr. President Presidente. His breaths quickened, unsure what was to be found on the other side of the door. "Wa...?" He wa'd in confusion at the massive, sudden change. His jaw dropped with raised brows, was that really a door that led to the outside? Who knew such a gorgeous view could exist. The orange sky dyed Waluigi's hat into a soft, pinkish-purple colour, almost as soft and pink as his nose. A pink cherry blossom fluttered and landed on his hat, and another on his nose. The tips of his eyes watered, he had never seen a sight almost as beautiful as the man that stood before him. "W-....Wa...." He wa'd, quietly. "Yes. It is very nice. Just like you..." Señor Obama hummed. He spun back around towards Waluigi, his eyes finding their way to the blossom perched on the purple man's long, stately nose. "You should wear those more often. They suit you very well." He laughed again, the tone of his voice low and smooth. The presidents took a few steps back, edging close to the trunk of a close by cherry blossom tree. "Let's have a seat and enjoy the view for a little bit." He suggested, doing so himself and gently patting the grass beside him, inviting Waluigi to join him. "W-W-Wa?" Waluigi pointed at himself in response. His entire body turned as pink as his nose. The President's deep, soft voice danced and teased his ears. Waluigi breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves, before he approached Obamba and slowly sat with him. He brought his knees to his chest; their trembling made them clack against each other. "Wa." He breathed out, becoming increasingly too nervous to look at the handsome devil beside him in the eyes. The shade the tree offered made the grass and air cool to touch, something his hot skin very much much needed right now. He inhaled, and immediately sneezed, pushing his body onto Obamin's. His eyes widened and his blood froze when he realised what just happened. "W-w-Wa!!" His voice was muffled do to his face being buried into Oman's big, strong arms. Se sentía como si quiera mo |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 1, 2020 21:43:32 GMT -5
11 | Living Room | all Doctors/Stormcatcher Eleven looked at each of his faces to figure who all he had been, stopping when a brash man appeared next. That would now make two from his future. He had frowned, though it lasted for not even a second. Very curious, considering his current lifespan...
His thoughts would have to wait, as a booming voice took command of the room, and Eleven fidgeted his hands together once more with a grin. "Look at that! We even got a dragon for this little gathering." He stepped up to Stormcatcher like the larger creature wasn't capable of squashing him right on the spot. "You are quite stunning, I'm the Doctor, and they're all the Doctor-- now, mind if I ask for your name?" His words rushed out with barely a pause, his smile ever growing as he gazed up at the dragon.
In the back as Thirteen took care of the ordering them in numbers, he briefly turned when she pointed to him and he raised his hand proudly like he'd been called on for an answer. "Exploring, yes, I would quite like that. With the..." He paused as he counted again with a finger waving over each Doctor to make sure no more had popped up in the last second. "The six of us, plus this beautiful dragon, I do believe we'll be just fine. Wherever we happen to be." |
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Post by Sησω on Apr 1, 2020 22:12:44 GMT -5
[ Stormcatcher | Living Room | all the doctors ]
Stormcatcher waited for a response, but his employees were silent. Well then, we'll see if they shape up. If it really is one of them, I'll find out who it is. They'll certainly regret it, he thought to himself. Of course, the possibility of this being the Arcanist's fault still wasn't out of the question. He still recalled when he summon the Shade many centuries ago. What a nightmare that had been!
Deciding that it might be of use to pay attention to the tiny figures on the ground, the dragon god looked at the six doctors. Exploring. Life and death threatening. He had noticed there was a door on the other side of the room, so maybe they were talking about going through it? Anything to get me out of here. Without me, the Tempest Spire will get no work done! He knew he had to get out of here, and fast. Since he could understand the tiny creatures, he figured they were his best hope of escape. And, even if they weren't going to help him, maybe he could do a little science in the meantime. It seemed like a good opportunity.
"A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I AM THE STORMCATCHER. I RUN THE MOST EFFICIENT BUSINESSES IN ALL OF SORNIETH. I LIKE YOUR IDEA OF EXPLORING, AS I FEEL IT WOULD BE QUITE PRODUCTIVE," he spoke. |
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 1, 2020 22:34:21 GMT -5
Nine watched as Thirteen laid out the order. So, he was the second youngest there. Odd. He felt so ancient. So old and out of place, a remnant of a world now gone. His pale blue gaze traveled to his next self, Ten- looking a little awkward but a bit handsomer then old big ears here (Nine thought of Rose, then pushed the thought away), then Eleven- must've been going through a midlife crisis there, look at that young lad- then Twelve- huh, back to old- and, was that a Scottish accent?, then, Thirteen- a second midlife crisis perhaps? At any rate- to use his catchphrase- fantastic!
It was interesting to see how his life continued ahead of him, though he assumed that he would have no memory of it due to some sort of time thing. He certainly didn't remember coming here all those regenerations ago.
And here was a big old god-like alien creature. Right, one of those normally popped up. As Eleven waltzed right up to it and started investigating, Nine took a look at every other Doctor. Despite regenerations being slightly different, they still all had a similar personality- curious, and they all definitely enjoyed being the smartest one in the room. Now, put all that filling up a room- well, perhaps someone else not in the regeneration cycle would shake things up nicely.
"Oh really, Stormcatcher? Catch any nice storms lately? Make a nice profit?" He prodded with a raised eyebrow, hoping to get more information out of the loud beast with his sass.
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Post by Sησω on Apr 2, 2020 15:04:42 GMT -5
[ Stormcatcher | Living Room | Cloverleaf ]'Catching some nice storms'. Was this little creature trying to make a pun out of the dragon's name? Either way, he answered seriously. "WHY INDEED. THE LIGHTNING MY EMPLOYEES HARVEST GIVES POWER TO ALL OF THE SHIFTING EXPANSE. OUR PROFITS HAVE BEEN GOOD, BUT I'VE HAD TO TELL A FEW INTERNS TO STOP SLACKING OFF AS OF LATE. I HOPE YOU AREN'T A SLACKER, TOO," the last part was mostly directed at Nine, as jokes such as poking fun at names were often made by some of his lazier employees. However, it also applied to the other creatures in the room. If they were going to be of any help to him, they needed to be productive! |
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 2, 2020 19:16:48 GMT -5
"Me, a slacker?" Nine pointed to himself, eyebrows going up, mockingly exaggerated offense in his expression. "Nah.
I'm keeping up with my storm catching quota- got my eye on a great big Cumulonimbus."
"No stormclouds in here, though, friend." Nine took a moment to look up at the ceiling, then turned in place, taking in the room. "It looks like you've been brought here the same as us. What planet are you from, then?"
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Post by Sησω on Apr 2, 2020 20:14:31 GMT -5
[ Stormcatcher | Living Room | Cloverleaf ]Well I sure hope he means it, Stormcatcher thought to himself, a smirk forming on his face. He didn't know what Nine's so-called "storm catching quota" was. As he was not a dragon and could not fly, the lightning deity doubted he'd be able to perform nearly as well in his business as his beloved Ridgebacks. The Ninth Doctor's question piqued Stormcatcher's interest. Planets. He'd never considered that he'd been transported to another world, or perhaps another dimension. It was a valid assumption. The Arcanist could've sent him to another realm. At this rate, he'll destroy the world a third time! The tiny creatures on the ground were unfamiliar to him, anyways. He'd seen beings similar to them, namely the Beastclans that sometimes interfered with dragons and attempted to halt productivity in the Shifting Expanse, but their forms didn't quite match up with them. Whatever the cause, he wanted to know what this place was. Curious as to what the other blinkers would say, he answered, "SORNIETH." |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 2, 2020 22:36:38 GMT -5
Ononoki - pillow fort room - ~∂єѕтιиу --cato phoenixOnonoki blinked into a room of cushions, swaying forward and bending her knees as she landed. The motion gave her an air of surprise, but her face showed minimal effect. Only a mere raise of the eyebrows. Within moments her eyes had returned to normal and her striped legs had straightened. Those striped tights remained, but her usual yellow galoshes were replaced by house slippers. It was slightly jarring, as she had never had any variety in her outfit since her very first blink. All this as she was standing just behind Hook, paying no mind to the fact that she had burst someone's personal space bubble. She didn't so much as take a step away out of politeness. "Oh. Hello." The girl's typical monotone voice droned a short distance, the sound absorbed by the cloth surrounding the three of them. She bent at the waist to look past Hook at Eliyen, quietly noticing her sword. If not for her expressionless face, she would probably look like a lost kid--or worse, a brand new blinker. Instead she was neither, and she was looking around passively, wondering why she was sent into rooms without physically walking into them. If she had her way, she might not ever enter another room. It had taken a great deal of evaluation, but she decided they would not be helpful with determining the form of the oddity, 'The Paradox House'. "It is... soft." She wasn't known for her riveting conversation. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 2, 2020 23:47:27 GMT -5
wwowowowowowwow its been a minute))
Ravohyr || Pillow room | @??
It really seemed like the gods were singling this poor bastard out when he blinked in, at least to him it seemed that way. Just out of jail, fresh off the boat on a soggy island and just barely settling down for his first of many nights in hell. Literally just barely settling down; he was lowering himself onto his sleeping pad as he was relocated, and when suddenly the hard stone floor turned to carpet and open air, he shouted out and began to try to stand. This only threw him off further, and he topped right into the blanket moat.
Not a bad thing really, more comfortable than what he was going to sleep in... But had someone knocked him out? What the hell was he in? Wasn't the dreaming SUPPOSED to start AFTER he was sleeping? "Agh... why me?" he muttered sourly, utterly unconcerned and letting himself sink further and further into the cushiony abyss.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 3, 2020 0:24:35 GMT -5
Hook - Pillow Fort Room - @/everyone in
Hook kept his eyes narrowed on the stranger, only relaxing slightly as she responded to him in a casual tone of voice, lacking any signs of what he could interpret as aggression. When he was calculating his words step by step through a conversation, he was finding his success rate a worthy enough prize of the all the extra effort. For a man who usually thought little of what came out his mouth, conversation seemed long when he was putting an additional consideration to each statement. Well...most of his statements.
The pirate nodded slowly as she asked about the waiting-game-rooms. “Aye, and they usually have some kind of underlying purpose to come with ‘em. Forcing two people to talk, spoon feeding bad habits, boring a couple of danger junkies to hell.” He listed off some of what he’d seen in the ‘safe’ rooms of the house. “Sometimes it’s some kind of puzzle, something you need think your way through; or some kind of performance to piss everyone off.” He shrugged.
His eyebrow lifted slightly as her comment about being hard to kill, absolutely certain he’d said something similar in his earlier days. Such a resemblance, subtle as it was, sparked a genuine statement from the man. “You want my advice,” he said, moving his good hand in front of him to lazily point at her as he sat upright, “make some allies, and make ‘em quick. These people might wear the faces of hero’s, but they’ll watch you perish without a second thought if you aren’t careful what you say.” While he was aware it was a certainly twisted version of the truth, he seemed intent on his deliverance of it being honest advice.
Just as he finished speaking, a voice spoke from behind him, causing him to jump slightly. “Bloody hell-” he complained under his breath, casting a sharp look behind him towards the strange girl who was already looking past him. Sizing up the newcomer and his previous company, the pirate made note that the pair were both complete strangers, and both considerably younger than him. The realization earned a heavy sigh, and he sunk back into the cushions he was laying in, though before he could consider himself comfortable, another blinker toppled into the moat somewhere near, and the pirate closed his eyes, sinking deeper with another restrained exhale.
A twinge of annoyance reminded him dangerously of what he’d said about rooms like these feeding bad habits...
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Lark
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Post by Lark on Apr 3, 2020 0:47:25 GMT -5
Dipper - Pillow Fort Room - @yall in this room A young boy blinked into the tumultuous room covered in head to toe in bits of grass and dirt far better off or worse depending on one's own cleanliness. While blinking in its visible a small crystal in his small but sweaty grasp shimmering no light that would have normally triggered its magical capabilities. Capabilities that the house may or may not suppress that a boy such as Dipper could have taken interest in. The reality of his blink settles in as he rises from his position unaware that the mountain lion is no longer lunging at him. To others he appears to be rough up, a bewildered expression overtaking his normally quizzical features. "Oh, its gone." Dipper breathlessly gasped to the dismay of not dying. Wonderful. What could be considered wonderful is how the texture beneath him was far softer and kinder than the rough forest floor. His hands placed upon the ground, he held himself in what only the others could assume was crouching then he slowly rose up glancing at the aforementioned ground. "No way!" He gave an amused but disturbed chuckle as he kicked his feet, no longer crouching, gawking at the fuzzy white socks decorated with tiny, little pine trees that marked his socks. The surprise made him grin at the odd sight, yet the illusion of fun dropped once he caught the sight of other blinkers. Grin wiped off his face the young lad wished internally they older blinkers hadn't been to bothered by the scene he'd created in his own bubble. Actually, what kind of place had he been dragged to now? |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 3, 2020 1:00:41 GMT -5
Ononoki - pillow room - everyone
Ononoki peered over the edge of the moat to watch the sinking Ravohyr, her turquoise bangs falling forward but her little orange hat refusing to fall from her head.
"Who are you?" The doll girl lifted her head before asking, so the question could be directed toward anyone. In fact, it was directed toward everyone. At first glance she seemed oblivious to Hook's frustrations, but she had a keen eye for such disturbances and she lifted an eyebrow at him. She was able to infer quite a bit just from his mannerisms--that he was a kind of veteran here, and that his demeanor was undergoing some kind of transformation. She stepped away from the moat again, her house slippers catching on the pillows here and there. Still, she refrained from removing them. She was generally too passive of a person to even change her own appearance.
The distress of Dipper's blink drew her attention, and Ononoki frowned, evaluating him just like Hook. "Hello," she offered in monotone. Now she was scanning the rest of the pillow fort around them as if another person would blink in that moment. With a one-track mind like hers, she would probably keep panning her head like that until someone told her to stop.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 3, 2020 1:58:18 GMT -5
Ravohyr || Pillow room || fort fam
Slowly, he leaned his head back into the welcoming softness slowly enveloping him. As he did so, his eyes drifted around the weird ditch he appeared to be in and the shallow walls surrounding it. This really was no place he had ever seen or heard of, so really, it had to have been a dream. Or the work of a wizard, but he didn't imagine himself to be interesting enough to be the target of any wizard powerful enough to conjure up this creatively designed fortress. Well, there didn't seem to be any apparent danger, so no worries. But maybe he could invest a bit of effort into getting out this... what was it? He lifted his head and looked around, feeling over the poofy blankets and blinking in recognition. Blankets. But really nice, really soft ones. Fit for The Emperor himself, surely...
But his attention was snagged abruptly when a girl with outrageously bright hair- what an interesting family tree she much have. Or maybe she was cursed? Well, cursed... He thought it looked really cool. Maybe its intentional? Oh- anyways, she was looking over at him, then turning away.
His brain decided to make itself prevalent, and he hurriedly scrambled to right himself and get a grip on the edge of the moat. "Excuse me, miss! Hey- Oh, I'm called Ravohyr, who're you? Listen, would you mind helping me out of here?" he asked hurriedly, trying to keep up with her and still get out his request before he got sidetracked again. Already he was making an effort to raise himself out of the moat, which wasn't nearly as hard as he thought- at least from a lifting standpoint. The leverage was weird as anything, so he still hoped for a bit of assistance. As he was scrambling at the edge of the blanket horde, he noticed there were other people in the room, as well. One of which he could only really hear. Damn, he sounded like he was good looking. Who knows if that was true, though? He'd met lots of people that were good looking and sounded awful, and the reverse as well. Humph. But there was a couple of others- another he could hear, she sounded pretty cool too, and a kid in his immediate visable range beyond blue hair lady. A kid? What in the name of the Divines was he wearing, too? Maybe he was poor. Well, he looked clean, so maybe not? Humm.. "Hey there, I like your.. your hat," he said, at least able to recognize that bit of clothing. His vets was weird, and his weird pants were weird... Eh.
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