Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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[serpentinthegarden]

Pushed away again but this time, with the laugh and that word please spoke so wonderfully hushed, it felt more like a delightful little game than a rejection.

"Alright, alright," He would let the angel get away with it but not without a knowing smirk to let Azriaphale know that was what was happening here.

"Changing room's that way."

Crowley bobbed his head at the backroom, but stood back to allow the other man to take the lead.

"After you, your Majesty."

I think so too.

[serpentinthegarden]

"I don't have to wonder now, I've seen what you can do."

His work finished he decided to use up the rest of the red by drawing red lines and squiggles that would better direct an eye to the door.

"Mind you, you're not exactly Leonardo da Vinci but you could be a Lady Pink."

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[bigbadrose]

"Wellllll... There might have been some re-enacting of A Tale of Two Cities in there too." She took another one, "'Tis a far far better thing I do than I've ever-- eek eek!!!' Om nom nom nom," she gobbled her jelly baby viciously.

"You built the TARDIS with a screwdriver?! But I thought they were growwww -- Ohhhh, you said cabinet, not cupboard... I always get those two mixed up." Her hand went to her forehead. Cat's out of the bag now.

"Rose Tyler." She explained, reaching into her shirt to pull out the key on a chain she never took off. "And I expect everyone would want her, she's the best thing in any universe, and believe me, I've been lookin'," a tongue loll grin and she shook her head. "Wrong question. Better question is, who has the capability to do such a thing..."

She chewed her bottom lip. "I don't think reality could be chomped away to eat her. In all the messed up timelines I was in, she outlived everything, yeah?" She ran a hand through her hair, shaking it out all frazzled. She found the Doctor, but too young! So weird!!! Even weirder: he found her, but he wasn't even looking!!

"Maybe she couldn't come to this pocket universe? Your universe is supposed to be sealed." But then how did a younger version of the Doctor get pulled in??? Darkness? But not the TARDIS???

A weak grin, "Sorry, you're the genius between us."

[serpentinthegarden]

"You keep talking but I have no idea what you are saying..."

Following the kid's line of sight he too spotted the bricks.

"You want to bash him over the head with some bricks? That's bold. If you are the kind who can do that don't let me stand in your way."

Having finished tying the creature up Crowley stood and moved well away to avoid any splatter.

[serpentinthegarden]

"An agency, what sort of agency?"

He took a sip.

"Like a job placement sort of thing?"

[bigbadrose]

Rose shrugged, "Anything I want. Shot the devil into a black hole, poured time vortex into the dalek God and unmade it. Still feelin' useless at sittin' in a classroom and learnin' to obey somebody else's orders though."

She stretched her arms behind her back and over her head, hands locked together. "Remember when you were yellin' about the pointlessness of having billions and quadrillions and infinite Earth's only to destroy them before? Each road is looking for the path that has peace, that can survive, and thrive, and exist. But sometimes universes even try to invade each other. The darkness is what happens if existence, reality loses."

Another shrug, "I don't have to do that much individually. The worst part is, most times I can't do anything. I have to just watch and rewind and try to figure out why one timeline collapsed, try undoing that thing in another universe and just..." Sigh. "See what happens. This is all a dream right? I haven't really been sleepin' on the TARDIS, because with her dyin' it makes me cry, so I just... Imagined all this up, because I've been thinkin' too hard on the big picture instead'a focusin' one detail at a time, right?" She chewed her bottom lip ferociously.

"And I couldn't even give myself the Doctor fer a bit o' fun to distract me. Wow. Thanks self."

[king_of_egypt]

Atem was the opposite really. He was more used to dealing with things of a magical nature than those of the every day, though even his expertise was a moot point here since the powers he was adept at had been stripped from him.

The relief was evident in his features, but he still replied a bit sheepishly placing a hand to the back of his neck as he replied. "If it's not too much trouble."

"I'm sure- this must seem.. a little peculiar to you." She didn't seem to be struggling with this whole laundry business at all.

[king_of_egypt]

"Who, me?" Atem questioned, but just as he got the words out of his mouth he noticed the knife aimed in his general direction. It may well have been the hilt that was careening towards him but he instinctively ducked out of the way, before retrieving it from where it landed on the floor.

Turning it over in his hands. "It would do in a pinch...." but he didn't sound overly impressed by it either.

Atem was more here looking for a solid sword, not the knives but in close range one of these might be handy at that. "I don't think anything here is of the highest quality." Not that he wanted to say that within earshot of the shopkeeper. "We might have to make do with what we can acquire for the time being."

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[funnylittleclown]

"No I didn't build the TARDIS with a screwdriver but I do occasionally repair it with one...--"

The protest had been offered quickly before it had really dawned on him that the lady's little Tale of Two Cities play had ended and she had said the word TARDIS, something he was fairly certain she should not have known about.

"Oh, I see," He said much more sedately when the key was offered up, "That means one of my other selves must be around here some where. It wouldn't be the first time I had been pulled to some pocket dimension to save one of them. They do seem to need my help a great deal!"

He reached out to recollect his things, shove them back into his pockets in no particular order, and shake the Rose's hand.

"It is very nice to meet you, Rose! Now, which version of me have you met before... not the dandy
I hope?"

The rest of what she said was a bit of a blur to him really. A confused mess of things that hadn't happened yet combined with this world's own unique brand of whatever was going on. The real bottom line for him was it was a mystery! And he was pretty eager to dig into it.

"My universe isn't sealed. Not at all! The Time Lords have the power to seal and unseal it of course, you might have heard of them? But... it's entirely possible they sent me here. As I said, they have in the past. I think before we decide anything we really must find out more about this corruption I keep hearing so much about. What is it exactly? Have you been able to see any sign of it?"

[chazz_it_up]

Hearing the commotion in the hallway, Chazz kept his eyes trained on the door. Hopefully whoever it was would quiet it down soon and just keep on walking by his room. That wasn't to be the case though as the door abruptly opened.

Leaving the bed, he stood up and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Who was this loser? Chazz didn't have long to wait for his answer.

"Great." Answering with one word that was dripping with sarcasm. "I expected someone ...... but I thought it might be someone a little closer to my age range." Totally calling you old, old man.

"The names Chazz Princeton," He waited to see if there was any recognition. Guess this guy wasn't a duel monsters fan either. No one here seemed to be. "Just what are you supposed to be a Doctor of?" This was going to be like rooming with one of the professors from school- aka no fun at all. Does this guy even stay up past 6 pm?

[bigbadrose]

By all means, teach her your magic, Rose still believes she's probably 100% incapable of it.

"Nope!" She answered cheerfully enough, helping sort his colors, whites, delicates, and so on. "My Mum's always pickin' up blokes at the laundromat who don't know what they're doin'. I don't know why. But then I'm not one to talk, I was always pickin' up strays meself, on adventures and the Doctor was like, 'What is it with you and terrible boyfriends?'"

Having finished sorting she wiped her hands on her jeans and offered a handshake, "I'm Rose Tyler, by the way. I separated your colors from whites, because you wanna use bleach on white, which really messes up your colors and even without that, sometimes colors can run or bleed a bit, which would turn all your whites pink."

Rose had an awkward pause as a horrifying realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Ohhhhhh maybe that's why Mum did it. To steal all their accidental pink clothes.... Mum noooooo..."

[chazz_it_up]

Leveling a glare he stared at- whatever that was that was talking to him. "Save your money, I'm only looking out for my own interests." Chazz was really in no mood to negotiate as it was.

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[bigbadrose]

Ugh. This, bar none, was the most emotionally rollercoaster day of her life. Far worse Bad Wolf Bay, even while some teeny tiny fraction of her thought he would take her home. She had steeled herself up to fight him for it, to say goodbye to her parents and Mickey, but she'd be going home, with him.

Adaptable, she was adaptable and could roll with the punches.

She shook his hand numbly, face already crestfallen and tried even harder not to cry, her mum's voice about how many tears she'd shed on him already, echoing somehow in between her ears like a bell. Deep breath. Which one. Two: one with big ears and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen, and the other one was kind of a dandy, but not who the Doctor meant for sure. Rose's heart is in her throat, remembering the dopey puppy grins and laughing and running together, and that trying not to cry thing gets harder by the second...

Screw him! -- this time Crowley's voice, and it gives her a bit of her fight back. Who needs him?! YEAH!!!

She took a deep bad wolf breath: the kind for blowing down even brick pighouses.

"I haven't seen him for at least two years," she said, considerably coldly compared to before. Her only means of both emotional distance, and not collapsing on him in a wet heap of tears, desperate for the Doctor in any form to fix everything. How to explain about the TimeLords? She wouldn't. Yet. "That's why I have a dimension cannon. To fight the Darkness. It's timelines that collapse and undo itself. Unreality. Where once was a star or planet, winks out of existence, and most people forget it was ever there. Entire universes have been eaten up, hundreds of timelines have fallen. I was looking for someone to help."

She started walking off. There was no way she was going to find alcohol here, right? Disney, America, possibly even prohibition era... It seemed unlikely, but she could try a restaurant. She was desperate.

Dead Doctor, dying TARDIS... She half wanted to go back and kick the tiny Doctor's shins, but that would do her no favors if she accidentally rewrote how the Doctor met her, came back for her... Created a paradox. Again. She really needed a drink.

Maybe she was supposed to tell him about the TimeWar and that's how he survived? Maybe she was supposed to tell him about Bad Wolf Bay so the little crack would be left? If the Doctor's youth could be hidden in a crack outside the universe, couldn't other TimeLords? But it was sealed. For stability.

Rose needs a drink or seven.

[situational_ethics]

"Ever try to negotiate with a Trip?" he asked, dryly.

To quote Dizzy "Best of neither world." about the blond hair with purple tips.

[mal_contented]

"You've see some of what I can do," she corrected smugly. "I've hardly gotten started on this place." And she was talking about so much more than spray paint.

[idiotic_bard]

Elan shrugged and set about gathering brocks to do just that. "I just need a bit more to level!"

He walked around to the monster's face. "for drama's sake I must offer you a chance to prove sentience by asking for last words." He paused. "Any last words?"

Please don't let them be sneak attack. Please don't let them be sneak attack.

[situational_ethics]

"Oh, Myth Inc does a little bit of everything. Why were you looking for employment as well? We can our time here together as your first interview if you want and I can give a report to the company president." He took a long pull from his drink.

[situational_ethics]

"At least until we can con someone with something better into trading," he said a bit glumly. Not that he had anything against conning people, of course. He just prefered to be at least a little prepared.

[situational_ethics]

"You need glasses for that shortsightedness of yous?" he asked, flatly.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He smiles. "I am merely a humble principality. You won't turn my head that easily, you old snake."

But he does look pleased as he takes the...garment from Crowley that he is meant to wear. God help him. And heads back to the dressing room. He's never liked modern dressing rooms, alas. Gone were the days of tailors where you could have the room to yourself, or have them come to you! Now it was just pack yourself in a tiny room and hope you fit while trying on clothes that came in array of standard sizes and none of them were the right ones, it felt like. At least he could still get tailors this day and age but they were few and far between and here? He clicked his tongue.

Oh, well. Needs must, he supposed! He hung up the dress and went to take off his coat when he realized that there was a problem.

"Bugger."

How on Earth was he to manage getting it off with his wings in the way? They were irritatingly corporeal too and no amount of concentration could make them otherwise, not even a little.

"I am not going to cut holes in this coat to get them out!" He grumbled. "Do you hear me, you cursed wizard?"

How he was supposed to do anything was beyond him.

[serpentinthegarden]

The werewolf only groaned a bit dazed still from the runaround he had been given. Crowley almost felt sorry for the thing...

"If you are going to do that then I will leave you to it. What is it they say? Solo Exps?"

He waved a hand at the kid and turned to walk off.

[serpentinthegarden]

He seemed to ponder that for a while but ultimately shook his head.

"Nah, better not. Not until I'm certain my current employer can't actually find me."

[bigbadrose]

"Yes!" She beamed. "The guy I'm looking for, his ship is psychic, but I didn't know how to communicate with her, so we fused our hearts together! And that worked." And nearly destroyed the universe. Yanno. As you do.

[serpentinthegarden]

They were parted for mere minutes before Crowley snaked back over to the dressing cubical Azriaphale had strayed into with a cheery,

"Angel are you decent?"

And a flop on the top of the door frame so he could peer in even before he had been given the answer.

"So this plan... minor flaw really. I forgot the wings were a constant thing now."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Duel Monsters, is that for a new ride?"

He shrugged as if it were only a hologram then there was nothing to be upset over. It's not like it could actually do anything.

"Amazing the kinds of things you humans come up with just to give yourselves a scare."

You wanted praise, there was a taste of it. He, unlike most demons, could be impressed by the things humans invented.

"Is it going to be a roller coaster or one of those dark rides?"