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For just a brief moment, a matter of a few seconds, in which the Doctor lifted Rose up and spun her a bit, nothing bothered him. There was no nagging worry in his mind. There was only the warm, familiar feeling of having Rose in his arms, and in that short moment of peace, nothing else mattered.

But that moment, although blissful and wonderful, was not long-lasting. The huge grin of genuine glee on the Doctor's face didn't stick around for very long at all, and the reality of the situation quickly sunk in before he really had a chance to savor the once amazing moment. Rose was here. Something was wrong. She should be with her parents and the metacrisis Doctor, but somehow, and for some reason, she was here with him, seeming so happy when there was obviously some sort of reason why neither of them should be.

"Rose," The Doctor began, and for some reason it seemed that he couldn't find it in himself to let her go like he had let his joyful disposition go, "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see you again, but you didn't come here for small talk and a nice cuppa. What is it?"

He almost didn't want to know. Something awful could have happened, and must have happened. Some terrible, devastating event just when the Doctor things were calming down. Right when it seemed as though things may be okay for a while, something had happened. Life on the run is never calm, after all.

It was him. The Doctor. The man she’s crossed time and space for, again and again. It’s finally him.

"Doctor!" She yells, running straight toward him, smiling brighter than she has in a while. Briefly she thinks back to the last time this happened, back a few months ago back when the Earth was in mortal danger, but in that moment for them neither of them cared. That time everything went wrong, one shot from a Dalek injuring him and scaring her to death.

But this time was different. This time they were surrounded by Londoners going about their every day routines, with only a couple of feet separating them until a few seconds passed and Rose practically leapt into the Doctor’s arms.

She threw her arms around the Doctor’s neck, hold him to her. It was a huge comfort to her, something so familiar to her. She and the Doctor have held each other like this many times. For now she could forget about the hardships she’d been through, and the impending disaster on her hands. She holds on to him just a bit tighter.

"I finally found you." She says, barely above a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. In a few moments she’ll have to talk to him about John, about everything, but for now she relaxes, and saviors the moment.

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London. The one place the Doctor always comes back to. That really says something. He's always running away, isn't he? But not from London. This could very well be called his "favorite place", if the number of times he's visited has any influence on that.

The first thing the Doctor did when he got out of the Tardis was check to see the exact time. His driving wasn't always precise. He couldn't always rely on the time he was hoping to go to if he wanted to know what time he had actually gone to.

As he was expecting, he found out that he was there just a few months after the previous events with Donna losing her memories, metacrisis Doctor being created, and Rose both returning to this dimension and leaving it again later. London looked fine. They always seemed to make it beyond what ever may happen, those Britons. They truly know how to carry on in the face of danger and disaster.

There wasn't anything in particular the Doctor had come here to do. Checking the city was a given. Just making sure the city wasn't being overtaken by aliens had become like a responsibility, and a heavy one too considering how often that sort of thing happened here. Other than that, there wasn't anything in particular he had in mind when he landed the Tardis here.

The Doctor wasted some time walking around, just looking at the sights of London and talking to a few locals every now and then to catch up on what had happened since the last time in the timeline that he had been there. Nothing big had happened. That was good, and exactly as he had been expecting.

One thing that didn't go as he had expected soon followed. He was walking through the city, somewhere dangerously close to what he knew was Rose's old home, a place he wasn't planning on getting any closer to, when something strange caught his eye. It was a diner. It seemed like a normal little place in most respects, but one thing stood out that only a few people would ever really notice. There was a neon sign above the diner with the illuminated words "Bad Wolf Diner".

He took off towards the diner at quick pace. A nagging sense of worry filled the Doctor and he knew something had gone wrong. Something, at some point, had gone horribly wrong. But that worry soon stopped, dead in its tracks, when he noticed someone calling out to him. He wasn't the only one running to the diner. And that other person...

"Rose?" The Doctor froze for a moment, and looked towards the girl who had called him. There was no doubt. That was her. 

"Rose!" He shouted out as he ran towards her. Right now, that was the most important thing in the world. 

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There was a certain science behind dimension jumping. You could never be sure where exactly you would end up. Whether it’d be the London she remembered or something so similar you could hardly see the difference at first, only to realize later that everyone in the world now speaks french. Now that was a weird world.

Rose considered herself an expert in traveling through dimensions by now. She had been doing it for months on end before, back when everyone realized that the stars were disappearing. It seemed like just a lifetime ago she was hopping through parallel worlds helping Donna Noble realize her worth, but really it was only a month or two ago.

The trick, Rose discovered rather quickly, was to discover the one difference between the world she was in and the one she was looking for. Because there’s always a difference, whether it’s something as small as an extra Shakespearian play or, as on Pete’s world, a different worldwide government system. 

Usually it’s not too hard to find the difference. A day or two at most was all she needed. Although the faster she went the better, she didn’t have much time.

Finding the right world was one thing. Finding the Doctor would be another process that could even longer than this was. The fact is, she could very well find the world with the Doctor on it but never find the Doctor himself! She tried not to dwell on it however, concentrating on finding the right world first.

This latest world she was in seemed normal. She walked through the streets of London, which is where she always ended up, picking up stray newspapers and stopping to watch the news on shop televisions. A routine check, although nothing stuck out to her as being different. At this point there’s several things she could do. She could go down to her old house and talk to the neighbors. If any of them scream at finding a supposedly dead person walking around again, she’s probably found her world.

She gets about halfway there when she suddenly stops. Right across the street from her is a diner. Just a normal diner that appears to be fairly new, which isn’t that surprising seeing as how new diners popped up all over the place. What stood out to her was the glowing neon sign above that read, “Bad Wolf Diner.”

Shocked, she began running toward the direction of the diner, when out of the corner of  her eye she saw someone doing the same. That someone being a man, with a face that she’d seen in her dreams every night since the first time she stepped on Bad Wold Bay.

"Doctor!?" She called out, praying to every god she knew, and even met, that this was him.

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I've never heard of Night Vale. Why haven't I? I'm sure I know almost every interesting town on Earth. You are on Earth, aren't you?

That would be Night Vale!

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I imagine so. What town is this exactly? If it's so strange, I'm sure I've heard of it.

Suffice to say the personal reality of our town is vastly different from what outsiders are used to.

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Ominous? What is exactly?

Also, what could you have on your radio station that people find unsettling? I'm sure it's interesting.

How mysterious, with an undercurrent of ominous. You’re correct though, I do - and, ah. It’s a simple community radio station for my hometown, though our outside readers often find it unsettling.

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And mine's the Doctor.

So, Cecil, I take it from your blog you speak on a radio show. Or something of the sort. What's that like?

The pleasure’s mine, and the name’s Cecil. :)

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"Killing you?" The Doctor looks surprised at this, and shakes his head immediately after, "No, no, no. I don't do that." Yeah, the Doctor never kills anyone. He's never responsible for any deaths. Don't believe the rumors.

"Also, she's not a telephone booth," He says with an expression that can only mean it should be obvious. And it should. Telephone booths can't materialize into someone's living room. "She's a Tardis. That's Time And Relative Dimension In Space, by the way."

"Now it's my turn to ask questions," The Gallifreyan babbled on yet again before the other could really respond, "You said 'us'. Should I be expecting others to come rushing in with guns?"

Dean has guns for very good reasons. He could list the reasons from a to z, starting with Amazons and ending with zombies. He even has multiple stashes of guns around the bunker, but if you asked him, he’d say he doesn’t. Nobody would believe him though, so there isn’t much point in asking. Just assuming.

"Right, okay," he says, dipping a finger in his whipped cream and licking it off. His fork fell on the floor after all, and he’s not using that. Humans had hands for a reason. He understands the sentiment of having a name for the blue booth, even if he doesn’t quite respect it. After all, Baby is all curves. “I’ve never asked but then again I’ve never had a telephone booth pop up in my living room, so, uh. You planning on killing us?"

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Rude? Oh, no. Forgetting things is all a part of being human, assuming you are one to begin with.

Anyhow, hello there! It's nice to meet you.

The words keep slipping out from my fingers like sand, as memories of introductions flee the mind.

Pardon my rudeness, I can be ever so absentminded. Hello, all!

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That's much better, although the fact alone that the man has a gun there at all is still bothering him. This isn't the first time the Doctor's ever had to deal with something like that before, aggravating though it may be.

"Well, it wasn't by choice." He reaches out to pat the doors of the Tardis before he continues speaking, "She gets a bit off track sometimes." He figures this much should be very obvious, considering the first thing he said after leaving the ship. If he meant to be here, would he ever have been surprised that this wasn't a street in Athens? Obviously not. 

What the actual fuck is happening with Dean’s life anymore.

He’s boyfriends or something with his best friend, he’s got the king of Hell in his house and hasn’t shot him yet, he’s friends with all manner of weird shit, and here he is staring down a guy who doesn’t even flinch at the pistol pointed at him, though that’s understandable if he’s some kind of weird telephone booth operating pagan god.

"You —"

Dean sighs. He drops the gun and re-stashes it, picking up his waffles and dropping the plate onto the table before he rubs his face.

"Why. Why are you here."

Dean is a broken man.

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The Doctor scrunches up his nose at the other's reaction. Ugh. Guns. Humans really just don't know what else to resort to, do they? Already he was having a hard time liking this guy. Although almost anyone would have that problem in this situation.

"A gun? Really?" He looks from the weapon to the man holding it with a look of disgust. Maybe he should look a bit more afraid, but that would not be happening anytime soon. "I hate guns. Awful creations, really."

He shakes his head with disappointment after saying this. At the very least, if he was going to accidentally park the Tardis in someone's home, it could have been the home of someone kind who wouldn't immediately point a gun at him. Or own a gun at all, preferably.

Was he asked a question a moment ago? Looks like that won't be answered quite yet.

Dean is very suddenly distracted by a large blue telephone booth in the middle of the living room.

He might have reacted like a normal person if he was actually a normal person. Wide eyes, slack jaw, stunned silence. Thankfully, Dean is not a normal person, and therefore is more than capable of scrambling to find the pistol stashed underneath the table. It’s also fortunate that he’s already crouching. Bringing the gun up to point at the guy who seems to be totally at ease with this, Dean abandons his waffles.

Which is really sad.

"Who the hell are you?" he demands, finger waiting on the trigger like everyone always says not to until you’re ready to fire.

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After enjoying a little picnic by the open Tardis doors just outside the Earth's atmosphere, the Doctor decides it's time for a trip. Where would he go today? It had been a while since he had visited Greece, at any time in its history. What a nice place. It has lovely beaches. It also has a lot of stray cats. Cats that are actually cats and not, in fact, cat people.

Off to Greece! The Gallifreyan circles the control panel of the Tardis, pressing various buttons, flipping switches, pulling levers, and hitting things with a hammer. The ship's rocking and whirring noises come to a slow stop as it apparently reaches its destination. The Doctor gave the control panel a loving pat before heading towards the doors.

He had hardly been expecting what he sees when he looks out, though. This looked like someone's home. He had landed in someone's home. He hates when that happens.

"Well, these aren't the streets of Athens," The Doctor's attention turns to a man crouching down, "Sorry, am I interrupting your afternoon?"

Dean is fairly sure that it’s the morning when he wakes up on the couch, but it turns out that it’s actually past noon, and he frowns to himself. Gross. His shoulders and back protest as he sits up and struggles to stretch out, huffing out a breath loudly through his nose in complaint at the stiff muscles. It’s only while walking across the room to the kitchen that he’s aware he’s still fully dressed save for his shoes, and he frowns down at that, too.

Nobody else seems to be in sight so Dean takes full advantage, popping waffles into the toaster and snagging the whipped cream to top them off after they’ve finished toasting. He makes a pleased sound at the look of it and then, with a conspiratorial look around, proceeds to spray a good amount in his mouth, making sure not to touch the edges with his lips. It’s only good etiquette.

He starts padding out of the kitchen, fork and plate in hand, on his way to the table, when he drops the eating utensil and crouches down to pick it up.

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(( Wow, it's been like a million years since I've been on here. Or. You know. Somewhere between two and three months.

I know I owe a lot of people replies, but I need to figure how many people I was RPing with still want to continue our RPs. So you guys should probably let me know, and if you want to start a new RP, you should tell me about that too. ))

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(( Life is getting pretty busy and I haven't had much of a muse lately (which is why I haven't replied) so I'm putting this account on hiatus until further notice. ))

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Murder manifest? Now, you might have some trouble with that. You'd have to catch me before you could murder me, and as it turns out, I'm very, very good at running.

But as far as following goes, it's no problem. I rarely get the chance to talk to trolls.

I DON’T REALLY GIVE A SHIT. ABOuT THE NOT POSTING THINGS THAT I FIND PERSONALLY INTERESTING. I FOLLOW TONS OF THINGS THAT DON’T INTEREST ME. AND uSuALLY. IF I THINK I CAN FOLLOW AND ADD THE PERSON TO MY MuRDER MANIFEST. I FOLLOW BACK.

SO THERE YOu GO. THANKS FOR FOLLOWING. BY THE WAY.

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Think, Doctor, think. It wasn't likely he could take all of those people on, even with his strength. By the sound of those footsteps, there were way too many for that. As soon as they were in here, he'd be a goner. There wasn't much he could do to change that. What he really needed was more time, or a way to separate all of these people, but that didn't seem likely. Wait. He could get more time.

"Alright, what ever your name is, I can fix this. I just need time and I really need you to trust me here. Can you do that?" The Doctor didn't wait for a reply. There wasn't enough time for him to do that. He'd just have to go through with what he was doing and hope that this man would agree to trust him on this.

THUNK! The banging on the door could be heard again. There wasn't going to be much time before the door came down. He was going to have to act very quickly. Fishing a hand around in the pocket of his overcoat, he withdrew the Tardis' key from inside and ran towards the ship.

"I don't have time to explain, but we'll be safe inside the Tardis until I can come up with a plan." The Gallifreyan spoke in a rush as he jammed the key into the lock and swung the door open. A bit of smoke escaped the machine, but significantly less than before. The two should be able to find a room without smoke. Rushing towards the other, the Doctor pulled on his arm, urging him towards the ship. "Look, don't worry about room. It's bigger on the inside. But it's important that you believe in what I say right now when I tell you that I'm going to fix all of this."

Quickly? Well frankly that would be no problem- no problem at all- for N. After all it was a horrible habit of his to speak rather fast. He had gotten numerous comments about it all his life. N only hoped his thoughts would keep up with everything he wanted to say. When he got slightly panicky he thoughts drifted more towards the problem at hand and away from words.

Oh well. At least he was putting this to good use.

N spared the door one last as the steps grew closer, swallowing a nervous gulp before he began. The people, yes, perfect start. “The Grunts are nothing to worry about. Practically useless and replaceable- one could probably flip a pair over their shoulder with ease. The Sages, however, with very few remaining they could be troublesome and harder to get around. If time is of the essence for you, they would be excellent at wasting it. Its easy to get held up with them. H-However the last one—”

THUNK! Came a loud, angry knock beyond the door. 

“—Ghetsis is the worst of them all!” N finished with tense shoulders. “This Castle is home to all of us. Team Plasma’s Castle. Team Plasma is our organization and, to be simple, it is very, very, bad.”

Okay, that answer would suffice, right? Provided the stranger got all of it. N had no idea why he was complying with him… It was just as strange as the man but it felt like N could trust him for some reason. Even though he was the cause of his foster father about to go berserk outside the doors. N was just hoping to get out of this situation with as few bruises as possible. 

N spared the man a quick glance before focusing his attention back to the door handle, jiggling and shaking in fury. “…Y-You’re going to fix this.. Aren’t you? I-Its your fault..!”

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(( Sorry about the inactivity, friends. u_u/ I've been distracted by Off/having problems with depression and anxiety recently. It's been hard to do a lot of writing and I've been paying what little attention I can to my other account.

I'm going to try to get to some replies today, though, so if I don't reply to your post by the end of the day, you can send me a message. I either didn't see it or I have it drafted. ))

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