| Summary: | In a shocking return to form, the Loungers hit the beach for silly, fun hijinks. (This is the one and only time you will catch Nume in swim trunks.) Erik and Lupe stay behind and fill the Lounge with booby-traps. Later, the Master and Alec Troven join the group, and the intellectual types classify a new species of aquatic cricket. |
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| Timeline: | June, 2007. |
| Rating: | ? |
| Players: |
Neshomeh (OCs: Supernumerary, Ilraen | Canons: Erik, Henry Jekyll) Hawkelf (OC: Gwen | Canons: Tenth Doctor, Steve Taylor, Ianto Jones) Blayze (OCs: Lupeias, Nosferatu | Canons: Jack Harkness, Jeff Murdock, Barbossa, Simm!Master) Oracle (OC: Ginger) Kippur (OC: Alec Troven) |
| Notes: | (1) We used to use colors to tell which character was which. I have converted this to the much more user-friendly name-tagging way, with colors to show which player is which. (2) I've snipped out all OOC chatter that isn't RP-relevant, PPC-relevant, and/or funny. |
JUNE 18
Oracle: Eleventy-one singing fish?
Neshomeh: Seventy-six trombones?
Blayze: WomanMan?
Oracle: Wo-Man! Oh, wait.
Blayze: Seriously, WomanMan.
Hawkelf: Nice.
Blayze: indeed.
Lupe: *as...weird as that is, is bored plzkthx*
Neshomeh: Wow. {X D
Oracle: Superheroic green drag queen. *yawn*
Erik: *has gone into seclusion, or something*
Lupe: *but...BORED*
Ginger: *is wondering when the universe thought it was a good idea for her to serve as a role model for troubled girls*
Fer: *oh are we here again? Awesome*
Henry: *is, er, probably, um, rather, sort of... mad* *what day is it? where am I? have I accomplished anything recently?*
Fer: *yeah this is why we just go with the flow*
Gwen: *has been permanently pissed since before Christmas*
Ginger: *has been drunk! and counselling the traumatized*
Lupe: *is still in trouble?*
Gwen: *yes*
Lupe: *joy*
Nume: *is here*
Ginger: *hrumph* Is everyone here that Is Here? Can we stop using the bloody asterisks before I employ them as throwing stars?
Gwen: Oh, shut yer trap.
Ginger: You'll be the first to go.
Gwen: My pleasure.
Nume: *eyebrow*
Ginger: *grumble*
Jack Harkness: *exists* *grins* Hello, everyone. Captain Jack Harkness.
Nume: Whoverse. Wonderful.
Jack Harkness: *Torchverse, thank/you/* And who might you be? :D
Tenth Doctor: Stoppit. *is a Tenth Doctor, wot*
Ginger: *refuses to make a 'ginger' joke*
Nume: They call me Nume. It suffices.
Ginger: That was incredibly pompous.
Nume: And?
Jack Harkness: I didn't /do/ anything!
Tenth Doctor: *eyebrows*
Ginger: Just pointing it out.
Jack Harkness: I was just saying hello.
Tenth Doctor: You never /just/ say hello.
Nume: I see. If it helps, it wasn't intended to be pompous.
Jack Harkness: I do sometimes.
Tenth Doctor: *eyebrows*
Ginger: *shrugs* better someone points it out so you can avoid it in future, then.
Jeff: *oh god it never ends* *Steeeeeeve*
Nume: I'll keep it in mind. *said the man with perfect recall*
Jeff: *save me* *again* *from this place* *again*
Ginger: Of course you will.
Nume: *nodnod*
Steve: *what? oh god, Jeff, I have yet to save you from this place ever* *where's Patrick?*
Jeff: *I don't know!* *hides behind*
Henry: *okay... okay... is going to go with it* *twitch* *who are these people?*
Ginger: Oh, do we have guys from Coupling now?
Steve: /Jeff/. Stop.
Jeff: Stop what?
Steve: Hiding behind me.
Jeff: You're very hide-behind-able.
Steve: ...what.
Fer: *various television characters, that's all*
Ginger: We should gag them now to save our sanity.
Jeff: You make a good shelter?
Ginger: Actually, I should shoot them all to save our sanity.
Steve: Jeff, I am /not/ a shelter.
Jeff: *eep* *hides again* She said she'd shoot us!
Steve: Yes, I heard, now let go so we can /both/ hide.
Jeff: ...Sounds good. *lets go*
Steve: *hides behind couch* *if it works against Daleks...*
Ginger: *cocks her gun* *it will not work against rampaging redheads. trufax*
Jeff: *but we are cute and hopeful?*
Nume: *'ware, 'ware!*
Ginger: *okay the author has now been threatened at gunpoint to never do that again ow*
Steve: *and especially hopeful* *and also already broken in*
Jeff: *we are worms!* *worthless...is quoting Disney will shut up now*
Ginger: *hunts her some Coupling men*
Steve: *oh god, oh god, someone save us?*
Jeff: *hides in a cupboard* *thinks that is brilliant*
Steve: *hides /under/ couch*
Lupe: Ging. Lawsuits.
Ginger: I've never been sued in my life.
Nume: *eyebrow* What, never?
Ginger: Nope. At least, Legal's never told me.
Nume: They tend to be busy making the gravity work, and other such things.
Fer: *wants to go swimming*
Henry: *water is nice*
Ginger: Besides, what would people sue me for? My weapons?
Nume: I'm sure you've done something to piss somebody off enough to file suit.
Ianto: *where there's a Jack, there's eventually a Ianto*
Ginger: *serenely* Nobody ever told me.
Nume: Hm.
Jack Harkness: *yay!*
Ianto: *hello, sir*
Barbossa: *and a Barbossa* *...randomly* *because*
Tenth Doctor: Who's this, then?
Barbossa: *ignores people and beelines for alcohol*
Jack Harkness: Ianto. Hello, Ianto. *beams*
Ginger: *takes a swig from her flask and reholsters her gun*
Erik: *so* *I don't suppose Lupe is sitting in the rafters such that I could randomly shove her out of them?*
Ginger: Throwing stars! I mean it!
Lupe: *is, conveniently*
Erik: *right then* *appear* *shove*
Lupe: *flail* *topple*
Tenth Doctor: And who's Ianto, then?
Erik: *smirk*
Nume: *blink* People are falling out of the rafters again.
Lupe: Why I oughta...! Oh, it's you.
Erik: Greetings.
Jack Harkness: Ianto is..er..Ianto. He works for me. *nodnod*
Ginger: See? No asterisks. Not that hard.
Ianto: *nods* I'm the teaboy, sir.
Lupe: There are nicer ways of saying hi. *climbs up* *amused look*
Jack Harkness: Not really. >_<
Nume: Ginger... sometimes a person needs contextual information which he cannot obtain by speaking. At least, not in any kind of helpful way.
Tenth Doctor: *eyebrows* Then what's he do?
Ginger: *grumble*
Jack Harkness: Archivist.
Lupe: *shoves him back* :P
Ianto: That as well, sir.
Erik: *shrug* I never claimed to be nice. *is shoved* *flails* *clings* *glares*
Tenth Doctor: *eyebrows*
Lupe: *smug look*
Barbossa: *good, lost Teague* *drinks*
Ginger: Kippur says hi.
Nume: Hello, Kippur.
Erik: *climbs back onto the rafter*
Lupe: Very graceful.
Erik: Thanks ever so much.
Lupe: You're very welcome. *smirk*
Erik: From you, who hath all the poise of a drunk elephant... I'm overcome. *sarcastic bow*
Ginger: *snerk*
Nume: Ah yes... -this- is why we come here.
Ginger: Because of pointless arguments and opportunities for violence? *drinks*
Lupe: *..pushes*
Ianto: ...do you need anything, sir?
Nume: *nod* Quality entertainment. *drinks from his own flask*
Ginger: Definitely.
Jack Harkness: I'm fine, Ian. Sit, hang out, relax.
Erik: *grabs wrist and pulls?*
Lupe: *are we /both/ ending up on our arses, then?*
Erik: *apparently*
Ianto: *doesn't fidget*
Nume: Better than punctuation showers.
Lupe: *joy* Ow. Nice one, dedboi.
Ginger: Or reading fic.
Erik: *ow* *adjusts self* My pleasure. O.x
Nume: ... Goodfic?
Lupe: *gets up* Up you get. *offers a hand*
Ginger: Badfic.
Erik: *disdains hand* *gets up* *decides not to fall out of the rafters again*
Nume: Ah, well. That isn't saying much.
Lupe: *it hurts*
Erik: *quite*
Tenth Doctor: *...Jack, why is your friend doing an impression of a butler behind you?*
Lupe: *back up?*
Jack Harkness: *he does that* Ian, sit, please?
Erik: *back up* *because the soft couches don't look inviting at all, really*
Ianto: I'm fine, sir.
Lupe: We're mad.
Jack Harkness: Fine, fine.
Ginger: Absolutely batshit.
Lupe: Nobody asked your opinion. :P
Ianto: *works on PDA*
Ginger: Since when has that stopped me?
Erik: *nod—agreeing with Lupe, there* *would look down his nose at Ginger, but.... well*
Ginger: *smirk*
Ianto: *is an employee, always on duty, thus working and on duty*
Lupe: *yeah* *climbs*
Jack Harkness: *we're off duty in the Lounge*
Fer: I demand beach.
Erik: *also climbs*
Henry: I have fond memories of the beach.
Ianto: *is also your personal assistant, sir, and thus needs to be available for all your needs whenever necessary*
Ginger: I like beaches. If I have enough sunscreen.
Jack Harkness: *I need you to sit down and relax before you make people nervous*
Ianto: *is that an order, sir?*
Fer: We should go to the beach.
Tenth Doctor: Yes! The beach! Excellent idea!
Ginger: *grabs an asterisk throwing star*
Jack Harkness: Beach! Sure!
Henry: Yes. Let's.
Jack Harkness: *puppy eyes* *they just /do/ that*
Ginger: *menaces Jack and Ianto*
Lupe: Oh god, not again...
Jack Harkness: *can menace right back, you know*
Ianto: *looks at her impassively*
Erik: Urf.
Ginger: *laughs*
Fer: Less threatening, more swimsuiting.
Henry: ... Beach?
Tenth Doctor: Beach! :D Wonderful!
Ginger: *leaves to fetch a swimsuit*
Fer: Beach. *runs off to do the same*
Jack Harkness: ...Do we have swimtrunks, Ianto?
Tenth Doctor: *wanders off, presumably for appropriate gear*
Henry: *follows* *rather vapid and spacey still*
Ianto: I believe you do, sir.
Jack Harkness: Right! Beach! You too, c'mon, pleeeease? :D?
Fer: *poor Henry*
Ianto: Of course, sir.
Nume: I wonder... Ilraen on the beach... hmm.
Ginger: *returns in a swimsuit and with a towel and a bucket-sized bottle of sunscreen*
Henry: *isn't quite sure what happened* *was depressed, and possibly not in control for a long time*
Tenth Doctor: *returns in swimtrunks* *is a scrawny, bouncy Doctor*
Fer: *returns as well, but without the tub-o-sunscreen* *has tanning lotion, thanks* *well, relaxing will help* *hopefully*
Ginger: *does not tan. burns like oxygen* ...would you like some sunscreen, Doctor?
Jack Harkness: *goes changes* *back! Thankfully not in a speedo!*
Ginger: *would be forced to stab him on principle*
Tenth Doctor: Aw, I dunno... Don't think I need it, really. Different skin types, y'know.
Henry: *gets swim trunks from somewhere* *the lovely knee-length, striped variety*
Ianto: *he'd just heal again*
Ginger: *it's the principle of the thing*
Ianto: *is apparently going to the beach in a suit*
Henry: *in dark purple, for some reason*
Fer: *you, Henry, are irrevocably dorky* *but it's in an adorkable way, so whatever*
Ginger: *was tempted to wear a bikini but decided not to show off scars to the world*
Jack Harkness: *is going to SULK if he does*
Erik: *glance at Lupe* *dun wanna go*
Lupe: *doesn't either* *let's be hermits*
Ianto: *is secretly sulking, so whatever* *also, doesn't have swimtrunks*
Erik: *yay!*
Jack Harkness: *wear your boxers!* *better yet, go naked!*
Nume: ... I'm coming. And so is my partner. This should be entertaining. *goes to fetch suit and Andalite*
Ianto: *...I think I'll decline, sir*
Ginger: *makes a note to sneakily write terrible Erik/Lupe fic some day*
Jack Harkness: *will find him trunks? please?*
Lupe: *heard that* *is going to put cooking oil in your sunscreen bottle*
Ginger: *throwing-star!*
Ianto: *no thank you, sir, I have plenty of work that needs catching up on*
Jack Harkness: *but...but...okay...* *will go alone* *fine*
Ianto: *fine, sir* *goes to kitchen*
Jack Harkness: *...is in trouble, isn't he*
Tenth Doctor: *don't ask me, thought he was your archivist*
Nume: *lily-white skinny dude in black trunks, lookit 'is ribs* *carrying towels and some kind of spiffy sci-fi spray-on sunscreen, SPF kazillion*
Jack Harkness: *sighs* *follows* Ianto?
Ianto: Sir?
Ginger: *may borrow Nume's sunscreen*
Jack Harkness: Are you angry with me? *sadfaces*
Ianto: Of course not, sir. I have no reason to be.
Lupe: *sees nothing wrong with staying behind and boobytrapping the entire room*
Jack Harkness: ...You are, aren't you.
Ilraen: *Andalite in morph, whee!* *red-head, green eyes, looks kinda like Nume and Ginger and Jenni and a few other people if they were grown up* *is wearing a Speedo, because it's his morphing suit, too* *pleasedon'tkillme!*
Erik: *oh, I like this plan!*
Ianto: Why would I be, sir?
Nume: *will share his sunscreen*
Jack Harkness: I don't know. D:
Lupe: *let's make a list*
Erik: *pulls paper and pen from a pocket* *don't ask*
Ianto: Then obviously I'm not. Sir. *is packing a basket of sandwiches for people who are going*
Ginger: *eyes Andalite with prejudice*
Henry: *should be told about sunscreen, probably* *not that he doesn't know what it is, necessarily* *just in general*
Ilraen: *to Ginger* Hello. ^_^
Ginger: Hi. *also has a cooler with booze. her booze*
Jack Harkness: The 'sir's are afterthoughts. You're mad. What'd I do?
Ilraen: It is nice to see you again. I am pleased that Nume is bringing me along.
Ginger: It should be a blast. *smile*
Nume: *cringes at the niceness* Yeah. A character-building experience.
Ianto: *sigh* Sir, you didn't do anything. Or promise me anything. I'm fine.
Jack Harkness: ...You sure? D: D:
Ginger: ...I can be nice. Sometimes.
Nume: *eyebrow* Not yours.
Ilraen: ^_^
Ianto: Of course, sir. *closes the basket, offers it* *own fault if read things into things and expected things; wasn't promised anything at all, is just foolish*
Jack Harkness: ...You're still upset.
Ginger: Oh, good.
Ianto: *jaw actually clenches* I'm fine, sir.
Nume: *undertones* He does it to annoy me. I swear.
Ginger: They always do. *patting motion*
Nume: ... That looks incredibly strange. But, the sentiment is appreciated.
Henry: ... Beach?
Ginger: *shrugs*
Jack Harkness: I did something again and I don't know what. D:
Fer: Beach!
Ginger: Beach ho. Someone get Captain McDreamy.
Ianto: No, sir, you didn't. Now take the damn basket and go to the beach. *holy fuck, Ianto cussed!*
Jack Harkness: *...* *kicked puppy* ..okay.
Ianto: It's not your fault, sir. Really.
Jack Harkness: *takes basket, shuffles out* *really is the image of a kicked puppy*
Henry: *would like to be a puppy* *that would be fun*
Ginger: *rolls her eyes*
Fer: *yes, Henry, come on...*
Tenth Doctor: *looks at Jack* ...what's wrong?
Henry: Coming. *smile*
Jack Harkness: ...nothing.
Tenth Doctor: *scrunchy raised eyebrows*
Fer: Atta boy.
Jack Harkness: ...really. *heads out*
Ginger: Someone kicked his puppy.
Tenth Doctor: *follows* *Jack? :D?* *beach? yay beach and people not wearing much?*
Ilraen: Hurrah! *follows people*
Ginger: *follows Andy*
Jack Harkness: *yay.*
Nume: Here we go. *follows Ilraen*
Tenth Doctor: *Jaaaaaaack*
Lupe: *okay, we need...* *bwhahaha this is gonna RAWK*
Jack Harkness: *What.*
Erik: *mwahahaha*
Tenth Doctor: *what's /wrong/?* *D:*
Jack Harkness: *he's mad at me*
Tenth Doctor: *who is?*
Jack Harkness: *Ianto*
Tenth Doctor: *...your archivist?* *confused and possibly thick*
Ginger: *throwing stars*
Nume: *eyes throwing stars* May I have some of those?
Jack Harkness: *it's a private conversation, shoo* *will whisper if you prefer* Well...yes.
Ginger: Pick your own. Everyone's using asterisks.
Nume: I try to ignore the fourth wall as a rule.
Tenth Doctor: ...did you spill coffee on something?
Ginger: Yes, so do I.
Ilraen: *is all OMG sand an' waves an' gulls an' stuff! {= D *
Ginger: *slathers on sunscreen*
Jack Harkness: I don't know /what/ I did!
Nume: But you suck at it. Either that, or you're lying and you secretly enjoy reminding us it exists.
Fer: *spreads blankets out* *sit, Henry, relax*
Ginger: No, I ignore that it exists. I just don't ignore what's on the other side.
Henry: *okay*
Nume: Ah.
Fer: There we go. You all right?
Ginger: *smile*
Tenth Doctor: *blinks* Not really all that many ways to upset an archivist. Well, I mean, you can combine them, which is /really/ a bad idea. Spilled coffee on something once and in my panic managed to file it in the wrong place, with cheeto fingers. *shudders* /Never/ give an archivist finger-print readers.
Henry: *nodnod* I expect so. *smile*
Jack Harkness: I don't knooow. D:
Tenth Doctor: *blinks* *squints at* Jaaaaack. You slept with him, didn't you.
Jack Harkness: Well, yes.
Tenth Doctor: *groans* Why can't you keep your hands to yourself?
Ginger: *opens her cooler, gets out a beer*
Jack Harkness: I resent that remark.
Tenth Doctor: You resemble it, too.
Jack Harkness: Yes, but...
Tenth Doctor: But...?
Jack Harkness: Nothing. *sigh* *beach! enjoyment! right!*
Tenth Doctor: *eyebrows* *right!* *beach!*
Ginger: *sunbathes*
Ilraen: *happily jumping over waves and making a first-rate fool of himself*
Fer: *all for the sunbathing*
Tenth Doctor: *c'mon, let's go play in the waaaater!*
Henry: *doodles in the sand* *and will probably be burnt crispy within half an hour*
Jack Harkness: *coming, coming*
Fer: ...You have sunscreen on, right?
Tenth Doctor: :D *frolics like an idiot*
Nume: *not really comfortable, sitting on his towel, but is only here to laugh at Ilraen anyway*
Ilraen: *let's frolic together!*
Tenth Doctor: *okay!* :D
Ginger: *drinking and trying to avoid getting sand in her hair*
Henry: *blink* ... Oh. *nope, forgot*
Ilraen: *frolic, frolic, frolic*
Fer: *sighs* Put some sunscreen on before you turn into a tomato.
Ginger: Why do I feel like there should be the Beach Boys playing?
Nume: I haven't the slightest idea.
Tenth Doctor: *yaaaay, frolic!*
Henry: *looks around for some* *Ginger has some* *wanders over*
Ginger: Hello there. Beer no, sunscreen yes. *offers the bottle*
Henry: Hello. May I have some—oh. Thank you. *smile* *takes it back to his towel*
Nume: *eyebrow* Creepy.
Ginger: What?
Nume: Him.
Ginger: Yes.
Nume: Yes.
Ilraen: *more people should come frolic*
Ginger: *drinks*
Fer: *will drag Henry out in a minute*
Tenth Doctor: *yes* *Jack, come frolic!*
Ginger: *watches the frolicking*
Henry: *puts on sunscreen* *totally can't reach that spot between the shoulder-blades*
Fer: *sees* *eyeroll* Let me.
Nume: *also watches the frolicking* *is entertained, because they look stupid*
Ginger: *that's the charm*
Henry: Thank you. *smile*
Fer: *gets the rest*
Henry: *yay!*
Jack Harkness: *doesn't wanna*
Tenth Doctor: *please come have fun?*
Fer: *yes, yay*
Jack Harkness: *fine* *goes plays half heartedly*
Fer: *come on, Henry, let's go play*
Ilraen: *dances around Jack* Hello! This is fun! Isn't the water nice?
Henry: *okay!*
Jack Harkness: *yeah, sure*
Fer: *hopes he'll get back to normal soon*
Henry: *goes swimming*
Fer: *plays in the water* *more a splasher than a swimmer*
Ginger: *finishes her beer and braids her hair*
Tenth Doctor: *tackles Jack* *and suggests, that if Jack's going to get mopey about people he sleeps with, he should introduce them as more than simply the archivist*
Henry: *will splash back* *fair warning*
Fer: *splashfight!*
Henry: *wahaha!*
Jack Harkness: *...that's probably what it was*
Nume: ... They are like children. All of them.
Tenth Doctor: *huh?*
Ginger: Yes. Except not as cute and far more annoying.
Jack Harkness: *he's probably pissed that I just introduced him as the archivist* *you are brilliant*
Tenth Doctor: *...of course I am*
Nume: *nod*
Tenth Doctor: *and how long have you been living in England?*
Ginger: *sigh*
Jack Harkness: *ummm*
Ginger: I'd go swimming but I'd rather not have to fight my way through a horde of overgrown kids.
Tenth Doctor: *it's most definitely pissed /off/, Captain Harkness* *unless he's drunk*
Nume: Indeed. *is more tempted by cold beer, because it's cold*
Jack Harkness: *oh shut up* *dunks*
Tenth Doctor: *oi!* *comes up spluttering* *dunks back*
Ginger: *might let him have one*
Ilraen: *are we dunking people?* *joins in*
Nume: *eyes the cooler*
Ginger: *raises an eyebrow at him*
Nume: *adjusts his glasses* *unfortunately, not much for the asking for things*
Ginger: *opens another one*
Jack Harkness: *ack* *oh no*
Tenth Doctor: *bwahahaha*
Fer: *no dunking, no dunking*
Henry: *wouldn't do that*
Fer: *good*
Nume: *ignores meaningfully*
Ginger: Would you like a beer, Nume?
Nume: *blink* Oh. Why, yes please.
Ginger: Help yourself.
Nume: *does* *yay!*
Ginger: *drinks*
Nume: *pops it open and also drinks* *ahh* Thanks.
Ginger: *mutter* Damn well better be thankful. *actually audible* You're welcome.
Ilraen: *dunks his frolicking buddies*
Fer: *hides behind Henry* No dunking!
Henry: *protective!*
Jack Harkness: *dunks the Doctor again*
Tenth Doctor: *blargh!* *wet!*
Ginger: *pins her hair up and lies on her front*
Tenth Doctor: *dunks Jack in retaliation*
Jack Harkness: *splutters*
Fer: *peeks* *hellooo eyecandy*
Tenth Doctor: *grins*
Henry: *ehwot?*
Jack Harkness: *scowls*
JUNE 19
Blayze: :D
Oracle: *is watching "Girl in the Fireplace"*
Hawkelf: Ooooh.
Oracle: Words cannot express how much I want to write a fic where Reinette travels with the Doctor.
Hawkelf: Do it!
Blayze: Dooo iiiiit
Oracle: D: I don't do fanfiction...
Blayze: D: ...Has everyone seen "Utopia" yet?
Oracle: No.
Neshomeh: Eh?
Hawkelf: Aw.
Oracle: I haven't seen any of the third series after "Gridlock." But I also don't mind spoilers
Hawkelf: Ooooh.
Blayze: I shall just say Y HELO THERE DOM/SUB subTEXT. Seriously.
Hawkelf: Very seriously.
Blayze: You're SUPPOSED to be subtle about it, Doc.
Hawkelf: Even I caught it!
Oracle: *snerk*
Neshomeh: So lost.
Blayze: My GRANDMOTHER could have caught it.
Hawkelf: *pats* Poor Nesh.
Blayze: And she's a biblethumper.
Oracle: I obviously need to see this episode. Will I understand it without seeing the others?
Hawkelf: ...yes? I'd say so.
Oracle: Yay
Blayze: I have the clip in question!
Oracle: Oh, Reinette, you're such a fox.
Hawkelf: You would.
Oracle: :D
Blayze: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQSQg7b1H5k
Blayze: I'm just awesome that way.
Neshomeh: *watches, 'cos why not?*
Hawkelf: Oh, that's what that is.
Blayze: Heeey
Hawkelf: :P
Oracle: Sparkly lights. ...oh my god, he's really hot.
Hawkelf: *snerk*
Blayze: I know.
Neshomeh: ... So lost. ^_^;
Oracle: He is so cool.
Blayze: Listen. Seriously.
Oracle: *fangirls all over the Master*
Hawkelf: Hahah.
Ginger: Blayze, I am going to hurt you for that. She didn't need another obsession.
Master: *rocks* *...can be existing now then Y/N?*
Hawkelf: Him in her head should be payment enough.
Tenth Doctor: *Y!* *er, I mean N?*
Master: *has ousted Ainley!Master* *and pwns the universe*
Oracle: 'So impertinent a question so early in the conversation. How promising.' ^_^ <3 Reinette
Blayze: *can't get over the 'Use my name.' '...Master.'*
Oracle: 'Use my name, bitch!'
Blayze: Eeeexactly.
Oracle: That can't have been accidental.
Hawkelf: Can't have.
Blayze: And the Doctor goes 'I'm so your bitch.'
Hawkelf: Because he is.
Master: *smirks*
Oracle: And the Master is so adorable. I mean, insane.
Master: *oi! Not adorable!*
Tenth Doctor: Definitely adorable. *nod*
Oracle: I think you're adorable.
Tenth Doctor: *mischievous*
Master: I am /intimidating/.
Oracle: And adorable. I would pinch your cheeks like an old granny.
Tenth Doctor: Oh, I dunno, don't look very intimidating to me. Maybe a bit... short, really.
Master: I am not short! There is nothing wrong with my height!
Tenth Doctor: Stocky, then? Or what's the appropriate word they're using now-adays? Vertically challenged?
Master: -_-
Ginger: Stop teasing the Time Lord. He'll go off on some insane plot and try to kill us all.
Tenth Doctor: And I'll stop him! Because that's what I do. *being the Tenth Doctor*
Master: Can, have, will. And I have your TARDIS.
Tenth Doctor: Yet you've never succeeded. Wonder why.
Master: Because then it's no fun!
Ginger: Because then he wouldn't have a reason to try again.
Master: And then the game's over, and where's the fun in that. I'd get bored.
Tenth Doctor: So, theoretically, I could just sit here at the end of everything until, well... until everything ends, really. And just wait. And do nothing.
Ginger: But you'd get bored, too.
Master: Precisely.
Tenth Doctor: Yes, well, but I wouldn't have to wait /nearly/ as long.
Master: And you'd let me kill innocent people? Well, they'd die anyway, with /you/ for a saviour...
Blayze: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXBm1b-CSBA
Tenth Doctor: They would not! Besides, in theory, you won't kill them. Because then you'll win, and the game will be over.
Master: Oh, I'd do it anyway, it just wouldn't be as fun.
Tenth Doctor: *...*
Ginger: Right, well, whatever. We were on the beach, yes?
Fer: Yes!
Ginger: Yes.
Henry: *swimming!*
Ginger: *sunbathing*
Fer: *floating*
Master: *dear god, is /outside/*
Tenth Doctor: *worse yet, is wearing swimtrunks and frolicking in plain sight*
Nume: *sitting in the sun, but with super-lotion, so probably won't take a lick of color*
Ilraen: *yay frolicking!*
Ginger: *yay beer and sunscreen*
Master: *sits* *...is also in trunks* *the universe is cruel*
Nume: *yay beer and sunscreen, indeed*
Tenth Doctor: *goes does aggressive frolicking at the Master*
Master: *unimpressed look* *shoos*
Tenth Doctor: *oh, fine* *goes frolics with fun people*
Ilraen: *yay!*
Jack Harkness: *^_^*
Master: *sand. I hate sand.*
Ginger: Stop bitching.
Master: *ignores*
Nume: *also ignores*
Ginger: *grumble*
Fer: *'accidentally' splashes people*
Ginger: *better not be one of those people*
Fer: *that and pounces on Henry, probably*
Henry: *ahh! oh noes!* *dunks underwater, takes 'Fer with him*
Fer: *gah noooo*
Henry: *only for a second*
Fer: *up and spluttering* Thanks for the dunking, Henry. >_<
Henry: Er, sorry. You surprised me.
Fer: Nah, s'cool. :P
Henry: *sorry {= ( *
Fer: *oh, relax* *hugs* *and dunks!*
Henry: *ackflailsplutter!*
Fer: *pwns mightily*
Henry: *yep, you win ^_^ *
Fer: *yay!*
Henry: ... *hug*
Fer: ^_^ *hug!*
Henry: *holds on a bit longer than strictly necessary* *then goes back to swimming*
Fer: *..oookay* *whatevs!* *swims*
Jack Harkness: *frolicking is fun* :D
Tenth Doctor: *yep! :D*
Master: *maniacs*
Ilraen: *yes it is* *how long has it been?* *can't forget to de-morph*
Nume: *yes, they are* *we laugh at them*
Master: *that is a good plan*
Nume: *quite*
[There was a long lull in the chat.]
Fer: *pokes the crickets*
Henry: *ooh, aquatic crickets? cool*
Tenth Doctor: *where?!*
Fer: *metaphorical, but now there /are/ crickets* *great*
Tenth Doctor: :D *goes investigates*
Henry: *totally distracted by this*
Tenth Doctor: *is also* *completely*
Fer: *eyeroll* *boys*
Henry: *hello, fellow enquiring mind!*
Tenth Doctor: *hello!*
Fer: *bored now*
Henry: *will probably engage in a scientific-type discussion for a good long while*
Tenth Doctor: *thoroughly enjoys it*
Henry: *yay!*
Fer: *goes frolicks, then*
Ilraen: *yay, new frolicking buddy!*
Fer: *yay!*
Master: *does not want to investigate the crickets* *really* *...really*
Tenth Doctor: *making loud commotion over how they're breathing*
Master: *...damn it* *goes looks*
Henry: *seriously, lookit! how very neat!*
Master: *oooh*
Henry: *and the sound, how about that?*
Master: *how are they even making that sound in water?*
Tenth Doctor: *yeah, I mean...*
Henry: *hmmm*
Fer: *ogles hot wet men*
Jack Harkness: *hey, is hot and wet* *..and has an angry teaboy, right*
Ilraen: *is scrawny, but cute!*
Fer: *ogles everyone, then*
Tenth Doctor: *is Tennish, yey*
Fer: *why not?*
Ilraen: *probably incapable of interpreting an ogle directed at himself, but that's okay*
Nume: *embarrassed on Ilraen's behalf*
Ginger: *eyerolling*
Fer: *whaaat? nothing wrong with looking at cute half naked wet men!*
Henry: *okay, how about this... surface tension. Like a drumskin, it vibrates, see?*
Master: *interesting*
Tenth Doctor: *...maybe, but that doesn't really explain how they get it to chirp* *it'd be more... click-y*
Master: *true, true*
Henry: *indeed* *but wait... I'm not suggesting the surface tension breaks, but that it could be made to vibrate in a sustained manner*
Tenth Doctor: *ooooh*
Master: *I...wish I had a more intelligent mun* *will go with ooooh as well*
Henry: *his mun has plausibility skillz*
Tenth Doctor: *his mun has BS skillz*
Master: *mun is confused easily*
Tenth Doctor: *our muns have all been there...*
Henry: *indeed* *seriously, though, it could be like those singing bowls they have in the Orient*
Master: *oh yes, remembers those*
Tenth Doctor: *very clever trick, that*
Ginger: I wonder if I remembered earplugs.
Nume: You have a towel, sunscreen, and a beer cooler.
Master: *pokes a cricket* *the ideal question being /why/*
Tenth Doctor: *waiting for the great flood?*
Henry: *communication, clearly* *sound carries better in water* *oh, wait* *you weren't talking about the cricket*
Master: *I'm going with the ape's idea, Doctor, if it's all the same*
Ginger: So, obviously, not. Damn.
Master: *was talking about the crickets*
Henry: *oh. that's all right, then*
Tenth Doctor: *well, fine* ...more bugs on the ground than in the water. Less chance of being wiped out by a bigger, scarier bug?
Master: Mmm.
Henry: There must be fish that eat them... birds, too, I expect.
Master: Harder to find food, as well, I would think.
Tenth Doctor: Probably... but they can swim to avoid the birds... and still have their wings, for the fish. :D *ignore mun if they don't have wings, but grasshoppers do*
Henry: *sure, the wings make the noise... right?*
Tenth Doctor: *yep!*
Master: *thought it was legs*
Henry: *the wings rub against the ridges on the legs* *or something like that*
Master: *right, right*
Tenth Doctor: *legs on wings, maybe*
Henry: *technicalities*
Nume: *could probably quote some encyclopedia or another on the subject* *won't*
Fer: *what it so fascinating about crickets, anyway?*
Tenth Doctor: *they're aquatic!*
Henry: *they're in the water* *comes from the same era as Darwin, can't help it*
Master: *they're probably even /amphibious/*
Henry: *it's exciting!*
Fer: ...You are all /massively/ dorky. It's a good thing you're cute.
Henry: *blink* Hm?
Tenth Doctor: :D
Henry: *yeah, didn't hear any of that, really*
Master: *whaaatever*
Fer: Dorks. Dooorkydorkydorks.
Master: *ignores* */Crickets/*
Tenth Doctor: *yes* *crickets!*
Henry: *... 'Fer?*
Fer: *that's my name!*
Henry: *... Oooh! I'll name this species after you. ^_^ *
Tenth Doctor: *heeeeey, why do you get naming rights?*
Henry: *I saw it first*
Tenth Doctor: *did not, she did*
Fer: *cute, but they're not really vampire crickets* *poor little guys don't need to be saddled with my name*
Master: *they're probably already named*
Tenth Doctor: *nuh-uh* *would have read about them if they were*
Master: *are you positive we're on Earth, then?*
Tenth Doctor: *no, but still would have read about them*
Master: *you /never/ study*
Henry: *even if it isn't Earth, when Earth finds out, they'll want to give it a scientific name*
Tenth Doctor: *will name it the Tyler Cricket!* *so there* *someone else can bother with the Latin*
Master: *you've got issues*
Tenth Doctor: *do not*
Henry: *'Fer should name it* *she saw it first*
Martha: *is Martha, and somewhere is going 'bloody Rose Tyler.'*
Tenth Doctor: *too late, already named it*
Henry: *didn't* *said "will name it"*
Fer: *would name it a water cricket, because /that's what it bloody is/*
Ginger: You're giving me a headache.
Henry: *G. aquatica* *good sensible name*
Fer: *thank you, Henry*
Ginger: Use your voices. That's what they're there for.
Tenth Doctor: *commonly known as the Tyler Cricket*
Fer: Weirdo.
Henry: Who?
Fer: Jarvis Cocker in Space over there. :P
Master: *snerk* *he so is* You so are.
Henry: *blink*
Tenth Doctor: ...huh?
Fer: ...Musician. Emo. Long hair, rectangle glasses.
Tenth Doctor: *no clue*
Fer: Never mind...
Master: *got it*
Henry: *shrug*
[Kippur joins us!]
Master: *anyway, resumes poking crickets*
Henry: Supposing they drown.
Alec: *wanders by*
Tenth Doctor: But they're aquatic.
Master: They can /swim/.
Henry: Doesn't mean they can breathe underwater.
Ginger: Oh, great, here's trouble.
Nume: *does he recognize this person?*
Master: But if they can /swim/...
Tenth Doctor: ...they stand less chance of drowning.
Henry: *hmm* Only one way to know for sure...
Tenth Doctor: No! Nonononono! No!
Kippur: *is Alec*
Nume: *is Supernumerary, mostly called Nume*
Tenth Doctor: *is the Tenth Doctor*
Master: *is Simm!Master* *AKA The Newest One AKA The one with a Dom/sub fetish* *wait, what?*
Henry: *Dr. Henry Jekyll* *in dark purple-striped, knee-length swim trunks*
Master: OH come on. In the name of science.
Kippur: >>*Changes mind. Is the new Master>>*
Ginger: *is Ginger. aka the cranky bitch*
Tenth Doctor: No.
Ilraen: *Agent Ilraen-Aroline-Fothergill, in human morph and a Speedo*
Fer: *is Fer! Hi!* *in a bikini* *but like that's new*
Master: *Is the Master.*
Alec: *is Alec* *there*
Master: *no, is the Master* *can see this will be very confusing very quickly*
Alec: *Oh dear. Then never mind then. Just Alec.*
Master: *..all right*
Alec: *^_^* Hi Ging!
Master: *confused* *will pester the Doctor, then* I say we should.
Ginger: *sigh* Hi, Alec.
Tenth Doctor: It's cruel and wrong and no.
Ginger: *moves protectively to cover her cooler of beer*
Alec: :-(
Ginger: No beer. I already shared.
Master: Not in the least bit curious?
Tenth Doctor: No.
Master: Hmpf. Spoilsport.
Tenth Doctor: Yes.
Master: *scowl* *and it's a scowl, not a pout*
Tenth Doctor: No.
Master: They're just crickets.
Tenth Doctor: So?
Master: They hardly matter.
Tenth Doctor: You don't know that. You don't know what they grow up to be.
Master: *eyeroll, sigh*
Alec: *peers at the crickets*
Tenth Doctor: *won that argument*
Alec: *eats a cricket*
Master: *cricket's still dead*
Tenth Doctor: Heeeey! Don't do that! *shields other crickets*
Henry: *blink* O.o
Master: *snorts*
Alec: They're nutritious.
Tenth Doctor: D:
Henry: Or toxic. O.o
Fer: Yeeeah.
Tenth Doctor: It would serve you right. Eating a defenseless Tyler Cricket.
Henry: *mutter* G. aquatica. *out loud* Of course... if it IS poisonous, it isn't defenseless. On a species-wide scale, that is.
Tenth Doctor: Well, yes, obviously. But he didn't know that.
Henry: Perhaps not.
Master: But it's helpful all the same.
Tenth Doctor: *sulks*
Fer: Seriously, are bits of him gonna fall off?
Ginger: Please say yes.
Master: It'd be /fascinating/.
Henry: *watching intently himself* *mutters something about dosage*
Alec: *eats another cricket*
Henry: *didn't mean it literally! gah!*
Master: *tilts head* Maybe it's slow-acting?
Tenth Doctor: Stop! *herds the other crickets away*
Master: Bah. Tree hugger.
Alec: What's slow acting?
Master: The hypothetical poison.
Alec: So... they're not really poisoned? *worried*
Henry: How should we know?
Master: We haven't eaten them.
Tenth Doctor: *keeps them away from cricket eaters*
Alec: But... one of you could have... poisoned them.
Henry: *blink* ... Oh, come now! *pshaw, I say*
Ginger: Yes, Alec. I poisoned them.
Nume: *snort*
Alec: Thank you Ginger. I knew I could count on you to try and kill me.
Ginger: Always can.
Alec: *and drops*
Tenth Doctor: *blinks* Master... what'd you do?
Henry: *blinks* Well. Fancy that.
Ginger: I didn't actually poison them.
Master: Nothing, actually. *pokes him*
Alec: *doesn't move*
Ilraen: *... where did the happy go?*
Ginger: I think he's faking it. *closes her eyes*
Master: *hmm*
Henry: We ought to help him... but I haven't the faintest idea how. *starts by getting him out of the water, though*
Fer: *helps*
Tenth Doctor: Try CPR.
Henry: *drags him up on the beach* Incidentally, was anyone keeping track of the time?
Alec: *oh yes. try CPR*
Master: Slipped my mind.
Tenth Doctor: No...
Henry: Ah well. *checks vital signs*
Alec: *Is... not dead.*
Henry: *breathing? pulse?*
Alec: *slow*
Henry: *pupils? pain response?*
Tenth Doctor: Have Jack give him CPR. He /likes/ doing that.
Alec: *nope*
Henry: *what, no pupils?* He doesn't need CPR, he's breathing on his own. Barely.
Jack Harkness: *aaawww*
Alec: *wouldn't mind a ki — CPR anyway*
Tenth Doctor: Oh, let him do it anyway. He'll be inconsolable if he can't.
Henry: O.o
Ginger: He's not supposed to kiss canons. Alec, anyways.
Alec: *>>*
Jack Harkness: *sulk*
Nume: ... Do you really think he's faking?
Ginger: Yes.
Tenth Doctor: *eyeroll* Go find your teaboy, Jack.
Alec: *DOO IEEET!!*
Ginger: I always think he's faking.
Nume: And is he?
Henry: *monitoring Alec closely*
Jack Harkness: *right, right, must not anger the teaboy* *further*
Alec: *is still... *
Ginger: I don't know.
Henry: *still...?*
Alec: *Same*
Henry: *'kay*
Alec: *would still like that kiss*
Jack Harkness: *has been told no*
Alec: *Don't listen to them!*
Jack Harkness: *also, has a teaboy*
Alec: *BAH!*
Master: *could always offer* *figures that'd make him shut up and wake up on his own*
Alec: *Which version of the Master?*
Tenth Doctor: *the newest one*
Alec: *Wouldn't mind it*
Master: *...blinks* *new reaction, um, going over here now*
Tenth Doctor: *snigger*
Henry: *doesn't look like he's gonna die, folks*
Alec: *^_^*
Henry: *could be semi-conscious forever, though... who knows?*
Tenth Doctor: *oh well* *floats with the crickets*
Alec: *No! Not the SNACKIES!!*
Henry: *wants to put one under a microscope*
Tenth Doctor: *they're NOT snacks*
Alec: *Slowly comes to* *Are TOO*
Tenth Doctor: *can you do that with it alive? 'cause if not, that's a no* *keeps them away from the evil snacker*
Henry: *blink* He's coming around. *weeell, I'd need it to hold still, but yes*
Master: *good, doesn't have to give anyone CPR*
Alec: *awww...*
Henry: *could probably just drug them*
Alec: *Blink blink*
Tenth Doctor: *...just one* *and it has to volunteer*
Henry: *to Alec* Didn't anyone tell you not to eat an unidentified species?
Alec: *sits up* Nope. ... wait... yes.
Henry: I advise you to remember in the future. *how do you propose to ask crickets for a volunteer?*
Alec: Remember what?
Tenth Doctor: *...the one that swims toward you first volunteers*
Master: *you are an idiot*
Henry: Remember not to eat anything you can't identify. *... okay, sure*
Tenth Doctor: *am not*
Alec: *ohh... WORM!*
Master: Are too.
Tenth Doctor: Not.
Master: Are too.
Tenth Doctor: Not.
Alec: *HAS ALE!!* Anyone want something to drink?
Master: Too.
Tenth Doctor: Not.
Alec: *shoves drinks at them* Shut up or else I'll slash you two.
Henry: *should I know what's going on at this point?*
Ginger: *siiiiiiigh*
Tenth Doctor: ...huh? *no, letting Ten drink's a /bad/ idea*
Nume: *probably asleep, or nearly so*
Alec: Drink. *doesn't know that*
Ginger: *would nap if she had some earplugs*
Alec: *gives Ginger ale*
Master: Oooh no, I've seen him drunk. Well, not him, but him.
Ginger: I've got beer, thanks.
Alec: All right.
Fer: *as clueless as you are, Henry*
Tenth Doctor: Hm? *sip?*
Henry: *sad*
Alec: *passes drinks around*
Master: *the minute the tie goes around his head, I'm gone*
Fer: *very*
Henry: *... nap?*
Ginger: If he starts calling people thick, run.
Tenth Doctor: *didn't bring his tie with*
Alec: *drinks*
Fer: *nap sounds good to me!*
Henry: *yay!*
Master: I know.
Alec: *imagines dogpile nappy thing*
Fer: *to the beach and the blankets and a nap, then*
Henry: *indeed*