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“Surely you know that the TARDIS has a wardrobe, Tegan? I’d hate to play witrness to your employer’s reaction if you turn up to Heathrow in a dirty and ripped uniform.”

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

I had two stories tied for first and considering this is the Doctor Who blog I thought it would be best to share that story here, I almost decided against telling this one because I know that I’ve never properly spoken on it before and was nervous to do so. Well here goes nothing?

So back in the good ol’ years of 2009 I originally started RPing on Skype as the Ninth Doctor/Eleventh Doctor and this Rose RPer asked about us writing together. Now I should start off my saying that I’ve never been a fan of Rose and my opinion of the character hasn’t been high because of how she’s portrayed in canon, especially since TenRose reduced her whole character into being in love with the Doctor. 

Despite all that I hoped that the RPer would bring something interesting to the RP threads and decided to RP with them, but made a point to say that I wouldn’t write any form of DoctorRose stuff and wanted to explore their friendship more instead. They instantly revolted against that idea, insisting that Rose was the Doctor’s soulmate and that with her incredible magical “BadWolf” powers that there was a perfect romance between them. Eventually they said they would be fine with RPing more platonic stuff and I gave them a chance to see how it would go, which ended up going incredibly poorly from the beginning of us writing together.

Jess was never listening to Abby again. ‘Just one little drink’ had turned into three rather large drinks and it had just gone on from there. Drinks had morphed into talk about work which had been steered of course to a certain dark haired soldier that had somehow been turned into a game of truth or dare. Which had led to Abby and Jess’ phones being pulled out and numbers being dialed. Like Becker’s.

Becker. Right. He was talking to her.

 At the sound of his voice she seemed to pause in her ramblings. She forgot all about whining to him about Abby and her bad influence. “You called me Jessica.”

Kenneth had never been one for eye contact. Throughout the day he’d always kept his eyes glued to the floor or the task at hand. He shied away from those that came near him in the hallways. Occasionally he’d offer up a heavily stuttered compliment, and they either didn’t hear him or gave him a look of disgust in return.

SWIFTLY DECIDING THAT AN AFTERNOON IN THE SUN WAS FIRMLY ON THE CARDS, HE DISCARDED HIS HAT AND JACKET TO THE TARDIS’ COATSTAND, BEFORE STEPPING OUTDOORS AND LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. From there, he offered an amicable glimpse of his surroundings - oddly empty for one thing, but otherwise idyllic. He was seldom going to complain about a little peace and quiet.

WADING THROUGH THE SOFT, HOT SAND, HIS GAZE WAS FIRMLY SET ON THE OCEAN AHEAD AS HE STROLLED EVER-CLOSER, FULLY DETERMINED TO INDULGE IN THE SELF-CARE THAT, IN HIS MIND, HE DESERVED. However, without warning, he stopped, frowning as his thoughts became enveloped with something, although he could not determine what it was. 

TELEPATHY WAS A DUBIOUS GIFT AT THE BEST OF TIMES, AND ONE THAT HE SELDOM UTILISED UNLESS ABSOLUTELY PARAMOUNT FOR THE TASK AT HAND. However, there existed a burning familarity at the atmosphere that had settled into his psyche - he’d experienced this sensation before.

THERE WAS SOMEONE HERE WHO WAS KNOWN TO HIM - SOMEONE WHO HAD BEEN A PART OF HIS EXISTENCE A VERY LONG TIME AGO. The only matter he had to establish now was who that person was.