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Okay, well. I will probably not do much on this, since technically, it shouldn't exist. But I thought I'd start it for the enjoyment of all you guys. In case I am on, here's my character, who you're welcome to use...
Name: Greg Artwel
Home planet: Earth
Species: Human
Job: Sells modified Daleks, replaces the Dalek mutants inside with other sorts of operators, as well as other modifactions, and sets them about new tasks
History: Met the Doctor when he was 19. The Doctor took him on a tour of the 1970s. During this expedition the Cybermen invaded. After they were defeated, the Doctor offered Greg a place in the TARDIS, and he agreed. However, Greg chose to go home after an encounter with the Autons. They creeped him out. Later he found an inoperational Dalek in a junkyard. He took it home, removed the dead Dalek, and put a mechanical remote controlled operator in it's place, and from this sprung his new job.
Era: 21st century
submitted by Joe the Stickfiddler, age 14, Skaro
(January 25, 2014 - 8:34 am)
(January 25, 2014 - 8:34 am)
Question...
Can my person be the Doctor's companion right now in the RP?
(January 25, 2014 - 9:50 am)
Yeah, sure!
(January 25, 2014 - 2:02 pm)
(January 25, 2014 - 4:28 pm)
Ok here is my girl!!
Name: Elizabeth Carthem ( everyone calls her Lizzie)
Gender: Female
Looks like: Blonde hair color, blue eyes, tall
Personality: Adventurus, smart, brave
Other: She is the Doctor's companion and has been for a while.
Ok I will start tomorrow!!
Question: 1. Which Doctor is it? Can it be the 11th? And is anyone going to be the Doctor or are we gonna all just be him?
(January 25, 2014 - 8:35 pm)
I'm gonna stop there. Where should the Doctor have taken Lizzie?
(January 26, 2014 - 9:45 am)
Which Doctor is this going to involve?
(January 25, 2014 - 8:57 pm)
Um, either Ninth or Tenth I think it should be. What do you guys say to the Ninth and his AWESOME EYEBROWS????
(January 26, 2014 - 5:34 pm)
OK let's do ninth doctor!
(January 26, 2014 - 7:15 pm)
YAY!!!!!!
I agree with the 9th Doctor being the Doctor for this, as he is MAGICAL!
Ok, here is my character:
Name: the Physicist
Home Planet: Gallifrey
Age: About 200, though she's not sure
Appearence: Cropped black hair, jeans, t-shirt generally displaying some Earth sci-fi show or another, running shoes that are black with blue laces, extremly colorful socks
Personality: A bit of an oddball. Likes muffins and reading giant books in random languages.
History: Decided to hang out on Earth because she thought it would be fun and allow her to learn how to make flying muffins. Prior to this desision she ran into the Master, who tried to recuit her to help him with some dasterdly plan or another. She put him off by prattling on about muffins and quantum mechanics. The Physicist ran into the Doctor while on a quest for muffins and still hasn't told him who she is. She is convinced that the Doctor's TARDIS contains a seceret room full of muffins. Her TARDIS generaly is shaped like a giant book in Gallifreyan, and she dosn't use it for much.
(January 27, 2014 - 3:45 pm)
(January 27, 2014 - 8:14 pm)
Great idea!!!!! :D
(January 28, 2014 - 6:12 pm)
For my last one I meant to say @ sir doctor of TARDIS.
(January 27, 2014 - 8:16 pm)
TOP!!!! TOP!!! Don't let it die!!!!!
(January 27, 2014 - 2:53 pm)
GOOP
(January 28, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
--Greg--
I sat in my garage, fiddling around with the remote for one of my Artwel Extermination Service Daleks. On the screen I saw what the Dalek saw. The Dalek still had its death ray, but had a special instrument attached in place of its sucker which probed around for vermin. It also attracted the vermin so they would come close and be exterminated.
I spotted a hole in the wall, getting high readings indicating a family of mice. They came out, attracted by my Dalek's little probe, and I fired the weapon. "Exterminate!" the Dalek shouted, as I got it firing its ray at the other mice, who were now fleeing upon the death of their other mousey friend. "Exterminate! Exterminate the vermin!!!"
After the mice had been killed the special disposal device I'd attached collected their corpses. I steered the Dalek to the man who'd hired me for my Daleks and their services. "Thank you, so much, Mr. Artwel," he said, addressing me, knowing I was remotely operating the Dalek. "You're welcome," I replied through the voice transmitter, which I'd attached and often used to get my voice coming out of the Dalek.
Then a Police Box materialized out of thin air. VWORP, VWORP, VWORP...
I frowned. Then I turned to the screen. "Mr. Ferguson, I have someone here," I said. "I'll return to collect payment shortly."
"Very well," said Mr. Ferguson.
I shut off the controller, the screen dimmed, and I knew that at the house of Mr. Ferguson and his family my Dalek had dimmed and now showed no signs of life.
The TARDIS opened. "Here we are, Lizzie! The bloody New Roman Empi-" The Doctor stopped short, realizing he wasn't there at all. He was here, with me. "Hello," I said. "You've regenerated, eh? Last I saw you you had that interesting brown button-down coat and a head full of hair. Now you've just got, such a, uh, thin layer. And your leather jacket..."
A tall blonde girl with blue eyes and frizzy hair stepped out. "He's very handsome, yes."
"Yup!" the Doctor said, smiling enormously and raising his brow high. "That's the good news. Bad news is... nevermind. How's it going Greg?"
"I've a job." I said. "Messin' round with Dalek corpses. Putting them to new purposes."
"Oh, how wonderful... wait. What? Daleks?"
"Yup. I'm actually working with one right now." I said. "If you'll wait a moment..."
I turned back on my Dalek and then got it started up. Mr. Ferguson was still waiting. "So, how much for the extermination of the mice?" he asked. "Twenty-five pounds," I replied. "It's usually thirty, but I appreciate the food you're sending back with my Dalek and I believe you deserve a discount."
"Why, thank you!" he said. He wrote up a paycheque and put it into the Dalek's storage, along with the cookies. "Have a good day," I told him. "And you as well," he replied pleasantly, and I hit the "Return home" button.
A moment later the Dalek came back automatically and entered its charging station. The Doctor looked appalled. "What?" I asked him, confused. "Isn't it good?"
"It might have worked out this time," he told me, "But I tell you, Greg, I tell you, this is NOT a good idea. Not a good idea at all."
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So there we go. I wanted to have the threat come on RIGHT then and it was tempting, but I remembered that a lot of Doctor Who stories sort of wait a little to show the problem arise and foreshadow it till then. So what's next?
(January 28, 2014 - 6:03 pm)