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[timetravels]

Look at you lot.

Ooky-spooky business happening every other weekend and you're surviving. Because that's what this isn't it? Potential. Heaps of potential lumped together, growing and learning from each other. Each of you - being the best you can be because that's what the situation asks for.

It's absolutely brilliant.

It'd be my honour to join your crew, Tranquility.

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[ofdrumsthesound]

Glad that someone's having fun.

[timetravels]

Nine hundred and twenty three years after earth, floating in ship without a proper course - that's managed to make punctuation marks terrifying?

[ Have a grin. ]

Right up my alley.

[ofdrumsthesound]

That doesn't even make sense, dear. *He grins back.* So, is there a me there?

[timetravels]

Well.

[ David Tennant chin strokey thing. ]

Not particularly, people who have shades of you - maybe - but not you.

[gentleman_thief]

Well it was just a matter of time before I met you. Really with everything that happened I almost thought you were real in my universe.

[timetravels]

Maybe I am. Universes are a persistent sort of thing. I tend to be really indecisive about them.

Time for me is pretty non-linear, but I am curious on what makes you say that?

[gentleman_thief]

Yes but have you been to one where you have been considered fiction?

Ah yes I know that much about you.

As for why, my mundane was very set on having me meet you and we're a similar business of dealing with strange occurrences within our given universes. My situation obviously being more linear.

[timetravels]

The thing about legends is that at some points they're counted fiction. Not to brag, well okay - a little bit - but bit of a legend - me. So yes. I have.

But zooming on what's important. What about this situation?

[itsrosetyler]

Have fun, yeah?

[timetravels]

It'd be funner with you around. Well, that's not quite a word so let me rephrase but - It'd be more fun if you were there. It'd just be like old times.

[ Nostalgia, memory. Things. ]

[itsrosetyler]

You'll do fine, Doctor. Bet it'll be all nice and adventurer-y. Me? M'good jus' stayin' over here and dealin' with the Jack in her head.

[timetravels]

Well. Nice is subjective. Something or other about scary punctuation marks. It's a mishmash of sorts. Mine's got a Ianto if it's any consideration.

Because you asked me to :D

[minetodecide]

Are you sure you want to go there? I've never been there personally, but I've heard.....things.

[timetravels]

So have I. A list of people assigned to 'die' or something. Scary poetry. Skeletons in rooms. Something about nutrient vampire and last week fear gas.

But all this. It brings out - [ a pop of the tongue. ]

characteristics on why people are worth saving and all that hullabaloo.

So yes.

Sorry.

Sentiment tends to come with age.

[minetodecide]

So you intend to save people? Noble, though I think you have your work cut out for you.

[timetravels]

Oh. No. I might help their chances, but six months in - they've managed to be something of pretty capable. But I do want to help.

[ A laugh ]

Going anywhere?

[timedaughter]

Just remember to watch out for the hallways.

[timetravels]

You know I can't resist those.

I've heard I missed you by quite a bit. That wasn't very good of me, was it?

[timedaughter]

It isn't your fault though, is it? It's a bit out of our hands. If you want to make it up to me, you can join me in looking very sternly at our writers.

Very sternly.

[deduce]

<sub>[ wow, yeah, Sherlock feels as though they're not going to get along too well. here Ten is, gushing about the importance of the human race and here Sherlock is, thinking up ways to avoid and/or destroy it.

well, he's just thinking about it. he won't do anything. ]</sub>

It looks as though I'm not the only one being thrown onto that ship within the next two months.

[timetravels]

Give or take. That history section's looking like a pain to write. Woes of being 900, I'd imagine. So -

[ Doctory awkward beat. ]

Your the avant gard one.

[deduce]

It is, apparently. My muns been working on it for twelve days, give or take.

_{[ Pause. Head tilt. Human characteristics tinted with strange movements; his body language is like nothing Sherlock's ever seen before. ]}

And you're the alien.

[fly_like_pie]

[He's staring.

Then a startled shake of the head, jumbling up the n o n s e n s e he just took in.] I'm sorry, you want to be on the Tranquility?

[timetravels]

[ but you don't understand Ned, it's a melting pot of humanity. ]

- I, you don't?

[fly_like_pie]

Well, no, my mind would have been fried and served for dinner if I said "I want to be here."

I haven't found it exciting, happily exciting, in the few situations I've been. Striding on thin ice isn't really my ideal life, but it's... yours, I'm assuming?