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    Calvin had dashed out of his work place, the usual little geek-store, where one would buy computers and other such things, and was glad to of made it to the beach on time to set up his camera. Not without the help of his friend of course, who managed to pull up in a truck she'd driven down all the way from Anchorage. Of course, she could of flown, but she had her reasons for taking the rather beat up old truck down, and no one had asked yet. The two were walking barefoot down the beach as the sun set beside them, turning the ocean some fantastic shades of red, while a calm breeze whirred through the air- in fact, everything seemed still and quiet, as if the world was relaxing, even Tessa and Calvin, who weren't bickering about one thing or another, rather, just filling each other in on the past school years events.


    Trouble, on the other hand, was having a bit of a more interesting time, trying to fly his TARDIS, while it was spitting sparks at him again. The navigation system was completely out of whack, and the control room was filling with smoke, making it a bit more difficult to breath than he liked, but he was managing. It didn't take him to long to materialize in a cove some place, Canon beach, Oregon. For once, he'd managed to get the location right, maybe even the time. He had a bad reputation of being late, which was a terrible thing, considering he had a time machine.


    [ahahahahhh a short thing for such a big idea. Wasn't sure what to do with Newt yet, Glados, so I'm gonna wait til you get here. and then my other people'll show up in a moment.]

    [Not quite, but it has been some time, hasn't it. I figured we could just use this thing a discussion thread as well, unless you guys wanted a separate plotting thread, I dunno.]

    ((It has been a while, hasn't it? I think we can manage to plot here, or at least between here and Steam. Perhaps we could all make rough lists of who we're going to bring in?))

    [eheheh I don't know who I'm bringing in just yet except for- hm, actually I sorta know. A list would be a good idea, though it's probably going to be pretty long, lots of characters here.]

    [hey yoooo trackin this thread
    it has been a while since we've been here and months since i've actually written
    idk i'll try and see what i can do in this thread but i promised myself i would not let myself get as absorbed in rping as i once was so don't expect much
    also apologies in advance i'm not bringin any instance of medic he's just become one of those charries whom i regard fondly but need to let go yknow?
    anyway yeah. tracking]

    ((I think as of right now I'm bringing in the Guardian and the Phantom for my Time Lords. For my characters, I'll bring Caroline, the Dark Lord Steve, Millie, Jack Avery, Penumbra Grey, the White Knight (who none of you have met yet), and possibly Anna as well. My villain will be Fortuna. Let me know if there are others of mine that you'd want to see. I'm open to bringing more, upon request.))

    [[My characters I think will be Calvin and Tessa- obviously, as well as Trouble and Alice, Sophia Grey, Newt, perhaps Melony, Elisa May (little different than the Lizzie we've met), Maddox and Jane Spokely. I think that about covers it for me]]

    (Yo its been like 999999 years I miss this place. I know for a fact I'm gonna use the time keeper, and the shadow, and The. Also this other character called the scientist.
    and a couple people from the old thread whom I might want t develop more idk. But definitely those four)

    [ive got no clue who I'll bring in at all so o yeah
    I'm still mulling this over bc I'm not entirely sure I want to RP again but I guess I can give it a shot. Just lightly though. I'll be more in the background I guess is what I'm sayin]

    (I don't know I was thinking of maybe using some of them as well, not sure which ones. Maybe Alexandre or Marcel I think. )

    ((All right! Well, I think we could all come up with one or two to start with, and then the rest of it can just be improvised. You bring in who you like, when it feels right to bring them in.))

    [[sounds good to me]]


    Calvin had scooped up his camera gear again, and him and Tessa were on the edge of a pool. Even at low tide, there was a pool of water that went up to about ones knees, as long as you were careful- the wrong step could take you up to your chin. Tessa was rolling up her pants and Calvin was working on balancing his camera in such a way that it wouldn't get wet. Through the pool was a little cove, cliffs on either side, and a soft beach in between- incidentally where Trouble had landed with his TARDIS, though the smoke was being siphoned off and transported to another location (somewhere on a planet with reversed gravity, there was a plume of smoke rising out of nowhere).


    "So how was the school year?" Tessa asked conversationally, wading into the water, sandles clutched in her hands. She had her glasses pushed up above her forehead for the time being- wasn't like she could see a lot in the cave tunnel. The silence before Calvin answered was interrupted by a flash of light, a splash, a yell of indignation- Tessa- and another splash. It took a few seconds, but there was a bout of sputtering and gasping, while Calvin stood stock still, knee deep in the water.


    "...Tess?" He called uncertainly, voice echoing around. Another voice answered him, but it was not Tessa- familiar, yes, but not Tessa.


    "Calvin? What are you doing?" Maddox had been havin a very dull day, up until that point. He'd gotten a message on his phone from a blocked number to 'use the watch'. He assumed the pocket watch, something he'd picked up on the unexpected trip to the moon. He hasn't messed with it to much, as it was jammed shut, and didn't sound like it ran- that was until today. The watch clicked open and suddenly,he was falling into the water with a very indignant figure.


    "Maddox?!" Calvin was honestly just as confused as Maddox, but continued his way out of the cave- no use staying in there, besides, his camera gear might of gotten wet if he fell. "Tessa, are you alright?" He called over his shoulder, realizing he hadn't heard a word from her.


    "Quite fine, thanks. Hope you two are enjoying your reunion." She snapped, walking out into the sunlight after Calvin. She was dripping wet, her glasses hanging off one ear, and hair coming out of her ponytail. She noticed the second stranger, leaning against a shed, as if waiting, though his face split into a grin as he saw the three coming out of the tunnel.


    "Great! Your here- where are the others?" He asked, standing up straight. Trouble was amazed at himself- he'd been the first one there so far, normaly he was late.

    [okayokayokayokay gotta psych myself up for this
    im doin it guys im makin this happen]


    Earth. Year 2240. A young man, roughly 16 years of age, sat alone in the small bedroom of his apartment with a bright orange scarf draped over his shoulders. It was nearly 6:00 pm, right around the time when his mother would be returning from work--much to his dismay. He rather enjoyed the quiet time to himself--quiet being a relative term. The noises of the big city were a constant. He almost couldn't imagine life without them. Luckily, as his apartment was at the very top of the enormous complex, those sounds were just a bit more bearable.
    The orange sun blared through his window and he drew his blinds, a small frown spreading across his face. Scientists speculated that its life would be over within the next thousand years or so. And though a thousand years was such a long time--so long that no one currently alive would live to see the day--they were scrambling to hasten the space program just in case they ever needed to evacuate earth. It seemed like such an improbable and impossible event that young Quincy Vandyke had to scoff at their trying. He knew for a fact he could do better than those poor excuses for rocket scientists. Although it wasn't like they'd hire a 16 year old to help construct the rockets and ships. No, because he was far more inferior than them, of course. At least, they'd like to think so. The adult mindset was that they were always better than kids and could disrespect them all they wanted because they 'knew better'.
    Just beyond his closed door, Quincy heard their front door swinging shut and the heavy clopping of high-heeled footsteps, followed by a much quieter pair, which indicated his mother was home and had brought his sister for an unexpected visit. Great. Just what he needed. With a sigh, he locked his laptop computer then waited for the inevitable greeting from both of them.
    Quincy's mom quietly poked her head in first and offered a warm smile, met by a blank stare from him.
    "How was school, sweetie?" She asked, stepping in all the way.
    "It was school," came Quincy's vague reply. His mother looked like she was going to say more, and hurriedly avoiding another lecture, he cut her off. "Why don't you go make dinner," he muttered crossly.
    "Alright, sweetie," his mom replied without hesitation, turning and immediately leaving the room. A smirk touched Quincy's face and he turned back to his laptop, only to have his sister come in and practically pounce on the back of his chair.
    "Stop doing that to mom," she said, leaning heavily into the rolling chair and pushing it against the desk, squishing Quincy in the process. He grunted, then shoved the chair backwards.
    "Why should I? Just get out of my room Bee and go draw or something,"
    "Oh Quincy, Quincy, Quince. Your silly little tricks don't work on me," Bianca leaned back and tapped Quincy on the nose, a sparkle in her eyes.
    "Whatever," Quincy responded, twirling back around in his chair. "Just leave. I thought you were staying at dad's this weekend,"
    "Dad had to go out on a business trip and didn't want me home alone," Bianca responded, flopping onto Quincy's bed.
    "So, what, you just let him baby you?" Quincy asked, arching his eyebrows.
    "Wow. And to think I was lookin' forward to seeing my older brother," Bianca responded crossly, throwing herself off of the bed. "I'm goin' to unpack my things," with that, she left the room. Quincy let out a breath of pent-up air in relief as soon as she was gone and turned back to his computer, flicking it on. What a pain his family could be all the time. All he wanted was to be left alone, in peace and quiet, to live his life how he wanted to. Though apparently, that wouldn't be happening any time soon.


    [two new charries. . .. wooo
    i've not got a single clue what to do with them but hey...figured i'd post this just 'cause]

    "Could I have a name for the order please?" A young man of average height wearing a leather jacket and dark jeans glanced up at the woman taking his order, his chocolate Brown eyes meeting her grey ones. "J." He replied. Nodding, she wrote down "Jay" and walked off. It was intriguing to him. Everyone assumed his name was Jay, when it was in fact just the letter. Of course, his name wasn't actually J either. That was just a fake name, an alias was the term here he believed. He never gave out his real name. An understandable mistake, but fascinating nonetheless. Everything about earth interested him really. The culture was so unique and diverse, and everyone was so different. He loved watching the locals, and observing them. This time he had decided to visit a local diner in Oregon. Much like the other cities and destinations he had been to, Oregon was a truly beautiful place. Maybe not his absolute favorite, but close to the top of the list.
    After finishing his meal, he left a generous tip and made his way outside. The only thing he was mystified about was why so many people valued pieces of paper so much. The coins were better in his opinion. Pulling his jacket tighter from a burst of cool air, he pushed his black framed glasses up on his nose slightly and headed towards the ocean, to see the sunset. Everything here was so much more exciting, even their sun. Truthfully, he loved it here. It was almost a paradise.


    (okay its not perfect but yeah one of my new characters also he's not from earth I guess. I don't know anything outside of his looks and personality oops. I'll have to fly by the seat of my pants. Also I think he has abilities of some sort?)

    A young woman appeared in an alleyway, dressed in worn bluejeans, and a dark grey hoodie. She was about average as far as height went, and as she slipped her hood off, her flaming red hair stood nearly on end, rustling in the wind as she stepped out into the air. Glancing at a watch on her wrist, she started off down the street at a leisurely pace, feet making almost no noise on the ground below them as she made her way down the street, golden eyes casual and calm, watching over the scenery. This was, in fact, an act, as Miss White was going somewhere very important. She breathed in the clear air, stuffing a pair of sleek gloves in her pockets- transportation as she went could get a little nippy, she preferred not to loose any fingers to frostbite in transit. She looked up at the sky, watching as a bird wheeled overhead, narrowly avoiding a collision with the other stranger on the street as she did so, twisting her shoulder at the last moment to glide past him. "Sorry!" she said quickly, glancing at J for a moment before looking away. He was going the same direction as her, but that was probably a coincidence- though there seemed to be something slightly...different about him, she figured it was just her nerves acting up. Feeling oddly conversational, she matched her pace with the strangers. "It's nice, isn't it." She remarked, referring to the surroundings "...you from here?"

    "For the record," said a boy who had clambered up one of the windswept coastal trees and was now sitting on the angled trunk, kicking his legs absently, "I do not swim." He paused to glare down at his two friends. "I came along because it is summer vacation and I have nothing better to do. Except, you know, stealing souls. I could be doing that right now. But instead, I am here." He sighed loudly, and turned his face away so that the wind coming off the ocean ruffled his hair in what he hoped was a dramatic way.
    "Oh, come off it, Steve. You know you were the most excited of all of us when we were planning this trip." One of the two friends spoke up, rolling his eyes and shuffling absently through a deck of playing cards. The girl who stood at his side nodded.
    "That's the Dark Lord Steve to you, Jack." The Dark Lord Steve turned his head back to glare at Jack.
    "Am I right, Millie? I think I'm right. In fact," Jack smirked, pulling the Ace of Spades from his hat brim and twirling it between his fingers, "I know I'm right." He put the card back, tucking it firmly into the band of the hat.
    "You are." Millie agreed, taking a step towards the tree and reaching her hand up to the Dark Lord Steve. "Why don't you come down from there and we can go get ice cream at that shop you were eyeing earlier?"
    "I wasn't eyeing it. I was glaring at it. There's a difference." he protested weakly, but moved to take her hand. Suddenly, there was a rustling, and a gust of wind swept over them. Millie squeaked and withdrew her hand to try to keep her hair from flying any more than it already was. Jack held his cards tightly, and the Dark Lord Steve looked up just in time to be hit square in the face with a wayward plastic bag.
    Shouting, he flailed backwards and tumbled off the tree, landing flat on his back and sprawling in the sand. The gust vanished as quickly as it arrived, and Millie cleared the hair from her eyes. Jack was the first to notice that Steve was down. He took one step towards his friend, thought better of it, and began laughing uproariously instead of actually helping.
    Millie rushed to Steve's side, pangs of sharp worry coursing through her. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tense and concerned. The archangel sat up, dusting sand out of his hair and blinking in confusion. He paused, glanced around, then spoke.
    "I meant to do that."
    Jack and Millie were soon in complete hysterics, doubled over laughing, amidst cries of "What? Was it something I said?" from a very baffled Steve.


    This was going to be an excellent vacation.


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    Caroline zipped up her bag, satisfied at last with the things she'd packed. It was a research trip, and the gear had been loaded into the car already, but she had decided to go back last-minute to grab her coffee cup. It had been given to her by Cave, and seeing as he was gone now... She felt like she had to bring it with. It was awfully sentimental of her, but she didn't really mind at this point. Sighing, she began the long walk back up to the lift. She'd moved her office a little closer to the surface a few years ago, but it was still a bit of a ride.
    The car was waiting for her at the surface, and she looked around, hoping to spot Newton. He hadn't been here when she'd been checking the equipment earlier, and she could only hope that he had arrived by now, seeing as they were scheduled to leave in about two minutes.

    Newt was actually on the same schedule as Miss White, having been contacted earlier that day- very early in fact. Around three in the morning, when he'd just gotten back home, and was falling asleep, when his phone rang.
    "I swear, if it's anything short of saving the world-" He was not feeling cooperative that morning, which was unusual.
    "Oh good, your free then."
    "...Alice?"
    "Long story- see you at Canon Beach tomorrow."
    and then she'd hung up. He then proceeded to haul himself out of bed, write himself a note, and go to sleep for the next two hours, before his alarm went off and he began his drive to go pick up Caroline, forgetting about the nights events- he'd missed the note he wrote himself.
    The young man hopped out of the car, waving at Caroline to gain her attention "Bus is leaving Miss Caroline!" He called out jokingly, taking a sip of coffee from a travel mug to wake himself up again. Coffee, very necessary ingredient in life, especially in his. He'd made it over a bunson burner earlier that morning and nearly took a batch of chemicals instead- almost disastrous, but it wouldn't be the fist time.

    It was about midnight now.
    Quincy had fallen asleep at his computer, which had shortly followed his lead. His window had automatically tinted as soon as the sun had gone down--a somewhat useful invention. It worked better than blinds because it didn't get tangled up and there was no way anyone could see through it. Not like that was much of a problem, being on the very top story of his apartment complex.
    A thud from the next room over aroused the groggy Quincy. He had never been a deep sleeper, and would always be awoken easily by his sister. It seemed she was having another fit again, he assumed, plucking his glasses off the floor where they had fallen. He deftly slipped out of his room, his socked feet not making a sound on the plush carpet, and opened his sister's door. She was sprawled out on the floor, flat on her back. Sighing, he went over and nudged her with the tip of his foot.
    "It happened again," she muttered, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.
    "Same people?" He asked. She nodded.
    "Same people. It's always them. I always see them and I'm not quite sure why. It's pointless," her words spilled out of her mouth like a waterfall and were slurred together. "I'm exhausted," she muttered. "But I don't want to go back to sleep,"
    "Well at least keep things quiet in here," with that, Quincy nodded then briskly turned and headed back to his own room.