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A Mood for Adventure (Open RP)
“I feel the need for some culture.” Corsair nods to his friend. “How would you like to take in a Kabuki theater production, as it was originally performed?”
The penguin offers a salute to the Brigadier. "Am I correct in assuming that I have the pleasure of addressing Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart?"
He squinted and rubbed his eyes, not quite believing what he was seeing.
"Dear lord, a talking penguin? I think I’ve finally overworked myself to the point of madness."
"No no, my good man." Frobisher holds up his flippers. "I am an alien, just like a certain friend we both share." He changes his shape to that of the Fourth Doctor. "I am a shapeshifter that traveled with the Doctor. He always spoke highly of you."
❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞
"They can. It was my responsibility to set Rapture right, and I left it. I didn’t even— I didn’t bury my own father. I didn’t have the strength to go back in there, just like I didn’t have the strength to stay in Rapture. I can tell myself that I left for the girls’ sakes, but that— that’s not the truth. Not all of it.
"Everyone still stuck in that goddamned city should blame me. I could’ve tried to help them, and I didn’t.”
"You were brought into that city as a weapon. The only ones who were in a position to be helped were those little girls. You rescued them from the same life. But there was no chance that Rapture could return to any form of civilization. What that man did to you was unconscionable, but you fought through it and saved the lives you could."
Corsair offers his hand to her. "Had I been there, I might have been able to help. But now, you have to think of your daughters. They have a life ahead of them, because of you. Let the city rest."
“Ay, Dios mio…”
A small penguin waddles up to Miguel. "Excuse me, sir. Would you be interested in some hot cocoa? I just made it." The bird offers the mug to the man.

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Quite the performance (thesolitarysongstress)
Bethany looked around in confusion, considering she’d only expected to see the interior of a car. “It’s… huge,” she murmured, growing a little worried as to whether or not she’d been a little hasty in accepting this bloke’s story about getting her a manager.
"There is nothing to fear, just yet." As long as she is in here, she will be safe. What happens out there in the universe is still up in the air.
Corsair points to one door to her right. “That way will lead you to a wardrobe. The machine will take your measurements and give you things to wear. Past that, further down the hall, is the commissary and kitchen. You can ask for any food you wish, and the machine will provide.”
He slides a screen around the central console so she can see it. the image on it is an older man, at least 45, with long salt and paper hair contrasted against his cleanshaven face. “This is the gentleman we’re meeting. Alistair Rook, Terra Venture Earth Colony, on the planet Miranoi. He had asked me to bring him people with amazing talent, so he could give them a contract to be a name spoken on six worlds.”
Corsair taps a button on the console and a bubble chair rises from the floor, fifteen feet to her left. “Take a seat if you must. This may be difficult to take in all at once.”
Beth held onto her bag tightly, looking at the Corsair, her eyes wide with fear. Everything he’d said sort of went in one ear and out the other, but one thing managed to stick in her mind. “Wait, this Alistair Rook bloke… he’s on another planet?” She stared at him. “Wait, are you seriously kidnapping me, here? I mean, are you an alien? And your spaceship’s a flipping Rolls Royce?”
She rubbed her head, biting her lip as hard as she could without breaking the skin. “I know I was probably a bit too quick to agree to this, but seriously, I wasn’t expecting to be kidnapped, or anything like that…”
"To answer your questions in the order presented, Yes. Mr Rook is on another planet. And in another timeline as well. No, I am not kidnapping you. You can still just as easily walk out that door again. I will not hold you if you do not wish to stay. Yes, I am an alien, from the planet Gallifrey, in the constellation Kasterborous, and my spaceship is cloaked to appear as a Rolls Royce. It is less likely to arouse anything more than envy that way."
He takes his hand off the central console. and looks to her. "I offered you a chance to make it big. Mister Rook is the biggest name in the music industry I know. I would like for you to travel with me. You can spend months doing so, and I can return you to a minute after you left. Or you can walk out." He taps a button and the door opens up, showing the front of the pub again. "It is your decision."
Quite the performance (thesolitarysongstress)
thesolitarysongstress:
"Just wait." He closes the door behind her and walks around to the other side. As he comes in from the other side, He smiles to Bethany, standing at the far end of the control room, which is easily the size of a studio apartment. "What do you think of my ship? It’s called Time And Relative Dimension In Space, and it can travel anywhere in space or time."
Bethany looked around in confusion, considering she’d only expected to see the interior of a car. “It’s… huge,” she murmured, growing a little worried as to whether or not she’d been a little hasty in accepting this bloke’s story about getting her a manager.
"There is nothing to fear, just yet." As long as she is in here, she will be safe. What happens out there in the universe is still up in the air.
Corsair points to one door to her right. "That way will lead you to a wardrobe. The machine will take your measurements and give you things to wear. Past that, further down the hall, is the commissary and kitchen. You can ask for any food you wish, and the machine will provide."
He slides a screen around the central console so she can see it. the image on it is an older man, at least 45, with long salt and paper hair contrasted against his cleanshaven face. "This is the gentleman we're meeting. Alistair Rook, Terra Venture Earth Colony, on the planet Miranoi. He had asked me to bring him people with amazing talent, so he could give them a contract to be a name spoken on six worlds."
Corsair taps a button on the console and a bubble chair rises from the floor, fifteen feet to her left. "Take a seat if you must. This may be difficult to take in all at once."
"Madame President, I have been instructed to present you with this award." He hands over a trophy marked "Sass Champion of Five Dimension."
"— An award? Mn. It was bound to happen eventually, wasn’t it?”
"My apologies for the misspelling. There wasn't enough room on the plaque for the last 'S.'"
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
Quite the performance (thesolitarysongstress)
Beth returned a short time later, handbag hanging off her shoulder, and a guitar case held tightly in her hands. “Okay, I think I’m ready to go,” she said quickly. “I don’t think there’s anything else I need to do before we leave…”
"Right this way." He holds open the door to the Rolls Royce with a grin. "Careful. It’s bigger in there than it looks."
Bethany giggled. “I don’t know how much bigger a Rolls Royce can get,” she replied. “It’s already huge as it is.”
"Just wait." He closes the door behind her and walks around to the other side. As he comes in from the other side, He smiles to Bethany, standing at the far end of the control room, which is easily the size of a studio apartment. "What do you think of my ship? It's called Time And Relative Dimension In Space, and it can travel anywhere in space or time."

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Quite the performance (thesolitarysongstress)
"Oh, I assure you, I’ll make sure to have lunch and drink some water. I’m not about to mess up before I’ve even started," Bethany replied with a smile, quickly packing away her music and sorting out the rest of her equipment, racing off to get something to eat.
Corsair stands outside, waiting for her to return. True, he has plenty of food and water available, but it’s best to be prepared for anything an adventure might throw at you.
Rook is a talent scout always looking for Earth girls to sing before audiences in space. That will be revealed in time, most likely once she recovers from the shock of stepping inside the TARDIS.
Beth returned a short time later, handbag hanging off her shoulder, and a guitar case held tightly in her hands. “Okay, I think I’m ready to go,” she said quickly. “I don’t think there’s anything else I need to do before we leave…”
"Right this way." He holds open the door to the Rolls Royce with a grin. "Careful. It's bigger in there than it looks."
Quite the performance (thesolitarysongstress)
"Alistair Rook?" Bethany echoed, eyes wide. "That’s brilliant! Um, so when does he want to meet me? Cause I’m nearly finished here, and I don’t wanna let this chance pass me by, you know?" She looked around at her equipment. "I have to pack all this up before I go, but I can be ready really soon…"
"He would like to meet you as soon as possible." He points out the door. "The Rolls Royce outside is how you’ll get there. Make sure you have a lunch and some water. It’s quite a journey."
"Oh, I assure you, I’ll make sure to have lunch and drink some water. I’m not about to mess up before I’ve even started," Bethany replied with a smile, quickly packing away her music and sorting out the rest of her equipment, racing off to get something to eat.
Corsair stands outside, waiting for her to return. True, he has plenty of food and water available, but it's best to be prepared for anything an adventure might throw at you.
Rook is a talent scout always looking for Earth girls to sing before audiences in space. That will be revealed in time, most likely once she recovers from the shock of stepping inside the TARDIS.
send me a ▲ & i will put our character’s names into this generator and write a starter based on the scenario that comes up!
but on that whole ‘make the tumblr rp community a more positive place 2k15’ note we should also say
be more kind and positive to yourself 2k15
post selfies w/o feeling like you need to act awkward or make fun of yourself in the process. enjoy yourselves. u are great. be proud of your greatness & your rad as hell face. (whether it’s munday or not tbh. post selfies/reblog ooc memes on all days of the week w/o having to feel like you have to apologise to ur followers bc it’s not monday. u are great every day tbh.)
it’s ok if you can’t write or can only concentrate on threads w/ your fave people!!! & you don’t have to feel bad for reblogging lots of memes when u have threads you owe or for making lots of ooc posts. i mean, memes can be a great way of nudging your muse into cooperating for threads, and ooc posts can be totally therapeutic !!
ALSO and this is a big one: potato this potato that. potatoes are delicious but none of u reading this are potatoes. u are all muffins. replace the ‘potato’ descriptor trend with ‘muffin’ or an equally cute sounding foodthing 2k15 tbh bc u are all cute and wonderful & deserve cute and wonderful words.
basically learn to celebrate yourself 2k15. you are worth the celebration ok??? ok.
As she rattles off the numbers, he can picture it in his mind. An older model, from the time of the Alliance War. Every dilapidated piece, every quirk of the mechanics, it becomes clear to him.
"That’s a beautiful ship, and I’m certain Captain Reynolds would agree." He gives her a smile. "Well, welcome aboard my TARDIS. Most of the internal map is the same from the one you know. Nonetheless, if you need food, ask him to fetch it for you." He points to a robotic chimpanzee dressed as a butler. "His name is Burton."
"The Serenity is the Captain’s true love," River’s tone was almost sad when brought it up. Then she smiled, thinking of it. Her home. She paused, looking around, and nodded.
"She mostly does the flying to be honest. I just hold on for the ride," she confessed and laughed softly. Then she turned and squealed happily as she climbed down to examine Burton. "He’s adorable!"
"I am glad you think so, Miss." Burton responds with a hitch on the hard vowels. "May I fetch you something to eat?"
Corsair starts dialing in coordinates. "Where would you like to go, River? I was about ready to set sail for Camelot. I feel, however, it should be the passenger's choice."

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"Now, why would a girl who can so expertly care for a TARDIS be considered a sign of bad luck?" This girl is perhaps one of the most interesting humans he’s found since that sniper who could drink a Judoon under the table.
"Serenity is your home ship then? Tell me something about her, please. I may have heard of her."
"As Captain Reynolds put it once, the Albatross wasn’t bad luck until someone shot it down. I’m the one that leads them to safety, when I’m around." River laughed softly and smiled.
"Serenity is my home. Period. The crew is my family. Ever since Simon brought me there, after he got me out of the academy. The Serenity is a 03-K64-Firefly. 47 Mark IV."
As she rattles off the numbers, he can picture it in his mind. An older model, from the time of the Alliance War. Every dilapidated piece, every quirk of the mechanics, it becomes clear to him.
"That's a beautiful ship, and I'm certain Captain Reynolds would agree." He gives her a smile. "Well, welcome aboard my TARDIS. Most of the internal map is the same from the one you know. Nonetheless, if you need food, ask him to fetch it for you." He points to a robotic chimpanzee dressed as a butler. "His name is Burton."
Impossibly Plausible (misscleverclogs)
"But wait…" The penguin holds up a flipper as the TARDIS dematerializes. "Why am I always late…" He looks up at the woman. "Hello, Miss. Am I correct in assuming you’re the Doctor’s new companion?"
A talking penguin wasn’t exactly the first thing Clara expected to encounter after the Doctor had gone on his way, so to say she was surprised was an understatement. “Uh, yeah, I am,” she replied. “And you’re a talking penguin…” She paused, wrinkling her nose. “And I’m just stating the obvious. Great.”
"No no. The Penguin thing is a default form. I'm a shapeshifter, from the Whifferdill race. And I traveled with the Doctor when he journeyed with Peri and Ace." He allows his form to change to match that of the Sixth Doctor. "I tried to get on with my life after he left, but then there was the Los Angeles incident, and the Time War...I still hold out hope that I'll see the Doctor again, and not just when i look in the mirror."
"I'm Frobisher. It's nice to meet you, Miss...?'