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Mundy gave a small, tight nod, eyes flicking toward Belinda with a hint of understanding beneath her guarded exterior.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, voice steady but tired, “I get that. None of us want to be stuck here longer than we have to.” She shifted her weight, glancing back at the Doctor.

“But right now, this is where we’re needed.”

RP Starter: Mundy Flynn → 15th Doctor & Belinda Chandra

for @fifteenandcounting & @notjustawanderer!

📍Location: A secure outpost on Kastarion 3, set after the events of "Boom" and during the Doctor's travels with Belinda.

The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt ozone and scorched earth. Mundy’s boots crunched on shattered debris as she moved through the remains of the outpost, her helmet tucked under one arm, the fabric of her uniform still bearing the scars of the last battle. The distant hum of the TARDIS was oddly soothing against the chaos, like a heartbeat refusing to stop. She stopped a few feet from the Doctor, catching his gaze with steady, sharp eyes -- equal parts challenge and weary gratitude.

“So,” she said, voice low but steady, “you came back.”

Her expression flickered between a soldier’s discipline and something softer, almost vulnerable. “Most people don’t come wandering back to the heart of a minefield like it’s a stroll in the park. Then again… you’re not most people.”

Mundy glanced over her shoulder at the smoking ruins, the memory of the explosion still fresh in her bones. “I tried explaining all this -- the TARDIS, you, the landmine -- to my commanding officer. He thinks I’ve lost my mind somewhere between the crossfire and divine guilt.” A half-smile tugged at her lips. “Maybe I have. But you, Doctor… you made it stop. You talked it down.”

She stepped closer, voice dropping just a notch, the weight of her words hanging between them. “I wanted to say thank you. And ask -- how do you live with that? The mercy. The weight of sparing lives when so much else burns away?”

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RP Starter: Mundy Flynn → 15th Doctor & Belinda Chandra

for @fifteenandcounting & @notjustawanderer!

📍Location: A secure outpost on Kastarion 3, set after the events of "Boom" and during the Doctor's travels with Belinda.

The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt ozone and scorched earth. Mundy’s boots crunched on shattered debris as she moved through the remains of the outpost, her helmet tucked under one arm, the fabric of her uniform still bearing the scars of the last battle. The distant hum of the TARDIS was oddly soothing against the chaos, like a heartbeat refusing to stop. She stopped a few feet from the Doctor, catching his gaze with steady, sharp eyes -- equal parts challenge and weary gratitude.

“So,” she said, voice low but steady, “you came back.”

Her expression flickered between a soldier’s discipline and something softer, almost vulnerable. “Most people don’t come wandering back to the heart of a minefield like it’s a stroll in the park. Then again… you’re not most people.”

Mundy glanced over her shoulder at the smoking ruins, the memory of the explosion still fresh in her bones. “I tried explaining all this -- the TARDIS, you, the landmine -- to my commanding officer. He thinks I’ve lost my mind somewhere between the crossfire and divine guilt.” A half-smile tugged at her lips. “Maybe I have. But you, Doctor… you made it stop. You talked it down.”

She stepped closer, voice dropping just a notch, the weight of her words hanging between them. “I wanted to say thank you. And ask -- how do you live with that? The mercy. The weight of sparing lives when so much else burns away?”

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Aliss, how do you cope with the memories of what happened on 6-7-6-7?

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I remember everything.

The silence was never the worst part -- I’m used to silence. It was being the only one left. The only one who knew. Some days, I sign the names of the people we lost. Like lighting candles in the air. I think of Pelony. I imagine telling her the stars are still out there. That I made it home.

It doesn’t get easier. But it matters that I remember. It matters that I survived.

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Munday, what’s the bond like between you and your fellow marines?

Tighter than the Church’s grip on a confession.

We bleed together, breathe together, pray together -- sometimes scream together. Out there, it’s not about rank or doctrine. It’s about covering each other’s backs when the sky turns red. We don’t talk much about home. But every laugh, every shove, every sarcastic prayer? That is home now.

They’re more than comrades. They’re family. And I’d die for any one of them. No hesitation.

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Conrad, do you ever regret how things ended with Ruby?

Regret? Sure. But not for the reasons you think.

She was sharp -- too sharp to be running around with that madman in a magic box. I regret not getting to her first. I regret that when I tried to open her eyes, she looked straight through me. Regret's a luxury, though. I deal in reality. And reality says that girl’s caught in the Doctor’s wake like so many others before her.

The truth’s messy. But I’ll keep shouting it, even if no one wants to listen.

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⚡ Evie Sparks

Age: Early 20s, but with the wisdom (and sass) of someone who's been knocked around by the multiverse more times than she can count.

Appearance: Shoulder-length, ever-changing dyed hair (currently a punky blue), winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut through paradoxes, and a wardrobe that mixes vintage thrift shop finds with techwear. Has a signature leather jacket plastered with patches from alternate Earths she’s visited.

Nationality: From a slightly alternate version of 21st-century London, where the Thames glows faintly due to temporal interference.

Backstory:

Evie was just an average college student -- sort of into digital art and conspiracy theories -- until she stumbled into a mysterious rift in the basement of a long-abandoned building in Cardiff. Naturally, being curious (and armed with a phone camera), she documented the experience, thinking it would make a great viral clip for her social media followers.

But the rift wasn’t just a glitch; it was a portal to other dimensions, and somehow it tethered Evie to the multiverse. Now, she hops in and out of realities, collecting strange artifacts, memories, and sometimes minor versions of herself. She’s learned to be quick-witted and adaptable, often thinking on her feet to get out of paradoxical jams.

Her social media channel -- TimeTok -- is wildly popular with a niche but devoted audience who think her dimension-hopping stories are elaborate sci-fi performances or ARGs (Alternate Reality Games). What they don’t realize is how real her experiences are. The irony is that her constant sarcastic disclaimers only add to the mystery.

Personality & Vibe: Evie's humour is her armour. She uses sharp wit and deadpan sarcasm to deal with the endless chaos of shifting realities. She’s a quick learner and surprisingly empathetic despite her cynical exterior -- because survival in the multiverse requires it. Beneath the eyeliner and jokes lies a person carrying the weight of infinite possible versions of her life, some of which didn’t make it. Once she trusts you, she’s fiercely protective, even if she pretends not to care.

Quirks & Special Items:

Pocket Multiverse of Trinkets: Evie’s bag is a Pandora’s box of dimensional oddities -- some cursed, some just weird, some downright dangerous.

Sentient Hat: A slightly sarcastic fedora named Reginald that can give warnings, obscure advice, or deadpan commentary. It sometimes teleports itself to random dimensions and needs to be tracked down.

Glitch Stones: Pebbles that shimmer and pulse with temporal energy -- can stabilize or destabilize short bursts of time in a local area.

Holo-Postcards: Images of moments she’s witnessed but can’t share openly (or that don't exist in this reality).

TimeTok: Her channel is part survival guide, part diary, and part cosmic comedy show. Clips include “How NOT to Date a Time Traveller,” “5 Signs You’re in a Fake Dimension,” and “My Worst Date With a Cyberman.”

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🦋Imogen "Mo" Sallow

Species: Human… or at least that’s what she’s told. There’s a suspicion that the chronovore’s influence has altered her biology in ways even she doesn’t understand.

Age: Early 20s, though her true temporal age is a tangled mess thanks to her fractured timeline.

Origin: Unknown. Imogen has no memory of her early life or where she originally came from, which fuels her quest for identity.

Backstory & Curse:

Imogen’s life is a loop of forgotten tomorrows and remembered futures. After a fateful encounter with a chronovore -- a shadowy, time-devouring entity -- her personal timeline became unstable. Each morning she wakes without any memory of the previous day, but oddly, she gains flashes and fragmented memories of possible futures, sometimes beautiful, often tragic.

She lives perpetually out of sync with herself, haunted especially by future memories where she dies in mysterious, often painful ways. This temporal dissonance leaves her feeling untethered, an echo bouncing through tim

Personality & Vibe: Mo is soft-spoken, almost ethereal, with a melancholic aura that wraps around her like a fog. Her dry wit sneaks out unexpectedly, often as a defense mechanism to mask the existential loneliness she feels. She’s thoughtful and observant, but her constant temporal confusion makes her hesitant to get too close to anyone -- for fear of losing them or herself. Her demeanor calls to mind Sally Sparrow’s quiet determination mixed with the mind-bending temporal confusion of Tenet. She’s a puzzle piece nobody quite fits.

Abilities & Quirks:

Temporal Precognition: Mo can remember possible futures -- sometimes moments before they “happen.” These memories aren’t always reliable and can change, which makes her life a living “choose your own adventure” gone wrong.

Future Echoes: She occasionally “glitches” between timelines, experiencing brief flashes or sensations from alternate versions of herself.

Memory Void: Each new day is a clean slate, but the void of forgotten days creates a sense of dissociation and disconnection from reality.

Chronovore Residue: Strange symbols sometimes appear on her skin—ancient-looking runes that glow faintly when her powers flare.

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👑Princess Thalia of Euralune

Species: Cryogenian Humanoid -- a rare being native to the ice-shrouded planet Euralune, adapted to manipulate cold at a molecular level.

Age: Biologically appears mid-20s, but her true age is a thousand years plus 10,000 years in stasis.

Origin: Euralune -- a majestic world encased in eternal frost, frozen in a temporal stasis bubble for 10,000 years after a catastrophic event wiped out her civilization.

Backstory:

Thalia was the crown jewel of Euralune’s royal family, destined to rule an empire of ice and mystery. But disaster struck, and her entire world was caught in temporal stasis -- frozen in time like a cosmic snow globe. She was only recently thawed by the Doctor during an exploration mission, thrust abruptly into a universe that has moved on without her.

Everything from technology, politics, social norms, and even music feels alien to her now. Thalia carries the weight of her lost empire and her people’s legacy on her shoulders, while navigating the bewildering future she never expected to live in. Her regal demeanor masks a heart that aches with loneliness, loss, and fierce determination to reclaim her identity.

Personality & Vibe: Think a young Disney princess raised with royal etiquette and grace -- but with the sharp tongue and ruthless political savvy of Lady Olenna Tyrell when pushed. She’s elegant and diplomatic, yet has zero patience for fools or betrayal. Her naivety about the modern world is balanced by a fierce, sometimes icy resolve.

Abilities:

Cryomancy: She can manipulate the molecular speed of cold -- freezing water into ice instantly, slowing particles to near halt, or preserving delicate artifacts or beings in suspended animation.

Ice Armour: When threatened, she can summon a shimmering armour of ice that’s both elegant and formidable.

Cold Resistance: Ironically, she absolutely despises cold weather, yet her body is immune to freezing temperatures.

Quirks:

Has an almost allergic reaction to the cold despite her powers (cue comedic sneezing fits).

Speaks with an accent that blends ancient Euralune dialect and formal galactic Standard -- sometimes confusing those she meets.

Carries a delicate crystal pendant that was once the heart of her empire, a symbol of her duty and grief.

Uses old-fashioned expressions that don’t always translate well (e.g., “By the frozen crown!”).

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🎧 Jett Domino

Species: Human, but with a seriously warped temporal twist.

Age: Appears early 30s, but his time-shifted nature makes his actual age... well, complicated.

Origin: 51st-century Earth, an era where music, tech, and time manipulation collide underground.

Backstory:

Jett was once a low-key, rebellious music producer obsessed with discovering sounds no one else could hear. One night, while experimenting with an ancient alien record found in a forgotten corner of a temporal flea market, they synced their DNA with a mysterious time-looping beat. This accident didn’t just make them a sensation -- it phased them partially out of linear time.

Now, Jett exists a little “offbeat” from reality. They can scratch time itself like a DJ manipulates vinyl -- rewinding a conversation, skipping ahead to avoid danger, or looping a few seconds to catch a hidden detail. But this power is unpredictable, and he’s still learning its limits. Their sonic headphones aren’t just for show -- they are their main interface with this chrono-beat energy, doubling as communication devices, scanners, and even weapons when needed.

Personality & Vibe: Jett is a charismatic rule-breaker with a razor-sharp wit and a casual cool that’s impossible to fake. They're equal parts street-smart and mystic, with a tendency to crack jokes in the middle of crises -- sometimes because they genuinely find things funny, sometimes to mask their uncertainty about the full extent of his powers. They're deeply loyal to those who earn their trust, but they doesn’t suffer fools or stagnation.

Quirks:

Talks in rhythm or drops musical references casually, even when it makes no sense to others.

Has a habit of DJ-scratching the air when nervous or excited, as if they're cueing up a beat.

Their time-skips often come with a faint echo of bass vibrations only they can hear.

Occasionally “glitches” briefly, appearing in two places at once or repeating a phrase they just said.

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📌MUSE LIST (WITH MORE INFO)

Canon characters

Conrad Clark

A seemingly ordinary man caught in extraordinary events, Conrad’s grounded nature and determination make him the perfect foil for the Doctor’s cosmic chaos. Loyal and courageous, he’s the steady hand in a world gone mad.

Martha Jones

A medical student turned time-traveling hero, Martha’s quick thinking and fierce independence make her a force to be reckoned with. She’s compassionate but tough, always ready to stand up for what’s right — and sometimes steal the spotlight from the Doctor.

Munday Flynn

An Anglican marine in the 51st century, Mundy fights for the Church on the war-torn planet Kastarion 3. Her unwavering faith and loyalty make her a formidable ally -- and a force to be reckoned with.

Aliss Fenly

The sole survivor of a mining colony on the planet 6-7-6-7, Aliss's deafness made her immune to the whispers of a malevolent entity. Now, she seeks to reunite with her daughter, Pelony, while grappling with the horrors she’s endured

Original Characters

Jett Domino

“Trouble’s my middle name -- or it would be, if I actually had one.”

FC: Charli XCX

Overview: Jett’s a daring rogue with a heart of gold (mostly). Equal parts charming and chaotic, this fast-talking spacefarer knows how to get into -- and out of -- sticky situations. Think quick wit, quick hands, and a knack for bending the rules when the universe needs saving.

Princess Thalia

“Born royal, bound by duty, but chasing freedom across the stars.”

FC: Simone Ashley

Overview: Thalia is a fierce, intelligent leader caught between ancient traditions and a future she’s determined to shape. Graceful with a sword and sharper still with her mind, she’s got the weight of kingdoms on her shoulders—and the fire to shake them.

Imogen "Mo" Sallow

“Magic’s real. You just have to know where to look.”

FC: Jenna Ortega

Overview: Imogen wakes up everyday with no memory of the day before. However, time keeps "rewriting" her life in advance. She can sometimes recall future events before they're real.

Evie Sparks

“Bright lights, sharp edges, and a spark that never fades.”

FC: Geraldine Viswanathan

Overview: Cyberpunk rebel and TikTok star, Evie hacks systems like a pro and fights the good fight in a neon-lit world of corruption and chaos. She’s witty, fierce, and always plugged into the underground -- both literally and figuratively.

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🚀 Welcome to Echoes in Time

Hello, traveller! You’ve just stepped into a swirling vortex of time, space, and stories -- a place where countless muses from across the Doctor Who multiverse gather to explore, clash, and sometimes save the universe (or at least try to).

Whether you’re here for daring adventures, whispered secrets in moonlit alleys, royal intrigues, or neon-lit escapades in cyberpunk futures, this blog is your portal to it all. With canon and OC muses, the timelines aren’t just lines -- they’re tangled webs waiting to be unravelled.

🕰️ What You’ll Find Here

Multi-verse musings that bend canon without breaking it.

Rich, layered threads filled with humour, drama, and the occasional sonic screwdriver.

A mun who loves deep plots, slow burns, and spontaneous tea breaks (seriously, I need them).

A friendly space for fellow Whovians and RP lovers to chat, plot, or just fangirl/fanboy together.

🚀 How to Jump In

Feel free to drop an ask or message — I’m always up for a chat or a plot!

Check out the muse pages and thread tracker to see who’s active and what adventures are brewing.

Don’t be shy! Whether you want a quick one-off thread or a sprawling saga, I’m game.

⚠️ A Quick Note on Timey-Wimey Stuff

This is a safe, respectful space for all characters and players. Trigger warnings will be used, and consent is key — because even in the vastness of space, kindness matters.

So, strap in, grab your sonic screwdriver, and let’s see where the TARDIS takes us next. Ready? Allons-y! ✨