#asimplecointrick

[miss-lorna]

asimplecointrick has ben magnetized

"Hello father."

[laetusluna-blog]

☾ asimplecointrick

Grandfather?

[holdingaplaceforthemes-blog]

On a nondescript street corner in New York, the TARDIS is refueling her engines from the source of rift energy which cuts through the city; chameleon circuits cloaking the ship as a warehouse, and perception filters keeping her cloaked from sight.

In a nondescript cafe in New York just a few blocks away, the TARDIS' pilot sits at a table over a tea pot and a book of crossword puzzles. Long blond hair pinned back in loose pleats, a pen resting between slender fingers.

The Valeyard hums quietly to herself, just passing the time.

[fxntomex]

+asimplecointrick

"So, I hear you're the antagonist." He appeared before Magneto with no warning; the space he occupied had been empty and as if bad stop-motion animation was in play he appeared. This was his ability; not invisibility or teleportation, misdirection. He could trick the brain into believing what he wanted it to believe. 

[turntechgodtits]

asimplecointrick started following you

just a simple trick huh

[thesexyphonebox-blog]

xoxo

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

asimplecointrick replied to your post: asimplecointrick replied to your post: Round of...

((OOC: DO IT.))

i totally did not do it someone else must have figured out my login info and done it while i wasn't looking

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

asimplecointrick replied to your post: Round of applause for Jack Harkness, who I’ve just...

((OOC: TL;DR: The doctor is a big space homo))

what if i made that my blog title

[thecumbermaster]

+ asimplecointrick

It's six on a school night, and the Master is nearly at the end of his research into this future life. There are a few curious entries that he's finding it hard to read through, however. A single sheet of paper for Lilly Constantina, five pages of hand-written error warnings for one Doctor, and then -  this.

He hefts the book in his hands, bemused. 

Magneto: A Biography is as heavy as it was when he first pulled it out of the file, the post it note on the cover proudly yellowing that "he doesn't like me much, better leave it be" as though anyone reading those words would be able to leave the mystery alone.

He decides to stick with his recent track of making good impressions, and arrives at Erik's door with a really good vintage wine and a big smile. He's still wearing the hoodie under his suit jacket, probably in retaliation to Lilly Constantina's insistence that he should be wearing nothing but fine tailoring, but really because the zipper gives the "famed metalbender" more material to work with. So sue him, he's interested!

(So sue him, he's bored, his skin is itching, he's been out of the war for a week and he's not even been allowed one quiet meltdown in case it breaks his cover. So sue him, he wants to understand this new world he's going to build for himself.)

Knock knock, knock knock. Erik Lehnsherr, are you in?