@tenfoldrage ran to do this as soon as i could . also have that time i drew him dying in a glue trap

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@tenfoldrage ran to do this as soon as i could . also have that time i drew him dying in a glue trap

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i’ve been in a trash mood lately, so to bring myself out of it, i’m sending out love and positivity to the amazing people i write with and interact with every single day. i have so many talented and incredible people that i write with, so i’m going to do shoutouts to people that especially brighten my day.
this shoutout goes to @tenfoldrage !
denise!!!!! i'm not someone who is easy to bond with via IMs and general interactions with, but denise fully kool-aid man busted through my emotional walls to form a deep and complicated dynamic with my muses. it's such a rare and incredible thing to forge a dynamic with someone who is so strongly a "yes and !!!" personality, but denise goes above and beyond to be an exceptional rp partner. i feel so seen. i feel so heard. i know without a shadow of a doubt that denise is someone who gives their all when it comes to plotting and interactions.
not every day he wanders into tardis to find the inside completely different than he'd expected . and not every day you see another tardis with a different man inside . @tenfoldrage stands by the console with the same ease the doctor does , but rory was observant enough to know he was clearly in the wrong place . " oh ! sorry , mate . wrong. . . wrong police box. " said with a dry chuckle before he's turning on his heels and wandering back out of the door . he'd have to tell the doctor about this . another man with a tardis? that can't be good .
starter call . still accepting !
'this is not technology i recognize,' connor steps up to the telephone box, led flashing yellow as he processes the device ( vehicle? ) in front of him. eyes glance over the worn paint, the cracks and crevices, the light at the top of the thing, before stepping away, his hands held behind his back. 'the exterior is disguised as a police call box from the 1950s. however, i can feel unfamiliar electrical currents, which leads me to believe the interior of this device is not the same as the outside,' dark eyes move to the other standing next to him - the assumed owner of the box. connor looks them over carefully. 'i am unsure if this technology is prohibited within the city. i may have to report this to cyberlife,' @tenfoldrage / sc.
she's never told larry, how she's kept her eyes and ears peeled. for anything out of the ordinary, anything at all. anything alien. patiently waits until he's nodded off in the back before she does her research, controls her ' d-day binder ' ( the ' d ', in this case, referring to ' doctor ' ) to see if everything's in order - more or less exact copies of everything she'd given to the doctor that day. and she's added on to it, too. newspaper clippings, own photgoraphs, first-hand accounts of some of the people who'd narrowly escaped canary wharf. anything that might come in handy ... one day.
if she ever told larry, he might call her obsessed, out of her mind, so she keeps it to herself. their relationship precarious enough as is since she ended things about a year and a half ago. they've been dancing around each other in the shop since then, awkward smiles in the aisles before larry will find an excuse to pop into the back or, by some merciful force, a customer finds their way into the shop and requires sally's assistance.
it's a quiet day - as are most days in a used book and dvd shop - and yet it's unsually quiet, in a way that she can't quite place. ( she's felt no need to check the binder at all ) there is something in the air ... as if the atoms shifted, the humidity changed, and all of a sudden you feel that something's about to happen. something's just around the corner ...
the stack of dvd's she's about to shelve clatter to the floor - she doesn't need to turn her head to confirm the source of the peculiar wheezing noise that bleeds through whatever song's playing through the speakers , she'd recognise it anywhere. in an instant she's back in the wester drumlins basement, holding on to larry for dear life, convinced that the next time she opens her eyes it'll be during the reign of queen vic.
sally doesn't dare blink - ha ! - as she steps over the pile of dvd's, a little bell above the door indicating her leaving the shop. sure enough - there they are. for a second she simply narrows her eyes, unsure whether to be happy or worried. a tug at her lips, she settles on a smile shortly after.
" well. hello. " voice barely above a breath " long time no see, doctor. "
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. ❝ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 .... of course .... you've come for the cadaver. ❞ A mournfulness hung in her tone, as if she were saying goodbye to the oldest of friends. In truth she had only known the deceased for a few short hours .... and they had been face up in the dirt for all of that time. But what adventures the family had had with their newfound friend in that short time, playing wake the dead, enjoying the stale air of the graveyard on a cool autumn evening, basking in the glow of the moonlight. Memories. ❝ ..... the children will be inconsolable. ❞
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@tenfoldrage — starter call / accepting!
“Is this some kind of trick?” Anais holds their dagger steady, pale peridot eyes narrowing at the man as their uninvited guest squirms in their head. Again, the tadpole reaches out towards his mind as if expecting to find its kin, only to find a vast, echoing emptiness. (They've never been to space but they're reminded of it somehow.) “You're no illithid, but I can feel your mind.” This, they do not like. They don't even like it when they know why it's happening. “What manner of wizard are you?”
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“...”
“....you must be extremely desperate.”