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... The Doctor perches on one of the few couches sparsely populating the Nexus, chin propped on one hand, gazing out with a pensive expression on his face. A thin layer of dust coats the nearby surrounds, especially the worn upholstery of his seat. He's wearing a brown suit at the moment, though it looks like it's seen better days. There are wrinkle-creases at the joints of his trouser and sport coat. The TARDIS is parked nearby, patiently awaiting his return.

He lowers his hand to his side as he lifts his head to look about, asking quietly, "Anyone home?" and then mumbling under his breath, "Blimey, sure has been awhile..." Watching the moats of dust float through the air, a certain degree of paranoia crosses but briefly over his face as he looks to nearby light sources, counting shadows. Black eyes flit from black spaces, back to the nearby area.

"Anyone?"

Who: Captain Jack Harkness and The Doctor
When: End of DW S4 and TW S2
Where: Tardis
Summary: The Doctor tries to take Jack back to Cardiff.
Warnings: None yet.

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The Doctor paces the Nexus with an irritated expression on his face. In his arms he has a bag of fruit - they're predictably pears and bananas. The first pear he hucks off into the vast sea of couches, likely to clobber someone in the head roll under an easy chair somewhere. The second banana he tucks in his pocket. Then he throws another pear away from him. This continues, and it seems he's really not about to run out of either fruit any time soon. They just sort of keep appearing from the bag. However, he does eventually run out of pears and ends up with a mass of bananas poking out of his suit-coat pockets and pant pockets. Rumpling the bag into a wad in his hand, he flings it off somewhere else and then faces the Nexus at large.

"Alright, you lot! Two questions, first and most importantly, who wants a banana? Full of potassium, great for headaches, terrific for replacing factories with, good for the nerves and comes up easy the second time, no need for a rough ride on the vomit comet! Come on, you know you want a banana, bananas are good! Oh, and if you want a pear, I'm afraid you'll just have to go track them down, they're probably a little bruised, but blimey I hate pears. Take a damn banana!"

He passes out bananas to whoever wants one. ... and maybe to some people who don't?

"Second question! Why in the world is everyone so bloody afraid of Candlejack? Look, silly old superstision, nightmares, stuff of children's dark bedroom closets. Candlejack, candlejack, candlejaaa~~ck!" He whips out a mirror - from where isn't important, he just has one. Oh, he's shouting at it now. "Oh, did I mention bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary!" The Doctor grins, turning the empty mirror to those who might be watching. "Look-at-that-there!" he exclaims, running those words into one giant one. "Nothing's happening, well, aside from that silly little girl who decided to play with too many scarecrows, but she's always there, never mind her, she's be there forever! HA!"

"Now! Explain to me, why in the world with ridiculous superstitions, you stupid apes blunder about your planet coming up with things to terrify you, illogical things, simple things, childish things, fuzzy things - all sorts of things! The things you should be afraid of you laugh at! You spit in the faces of gods and demons and are afraid of mayflies! Being afraid of the dark? Very logical, very sensible, can't see in the dark, things lurk in the dark, Vashta Nerada - but the boogie man? CANDLEJACK! Bloody Mary, Bigfoot, Jesus Christ the Superstar himself, dying and not going to heaven, the wicked-old-witch or the Devil himself can't ever outfox the fox, why do you humans, humans especially, you stupid lot, why do you come up with these things? I need answers, give me answers, give them to me now, and everyone shall recieve bananas! I like bananas, I do. Yellow, soft, tasty bananas, and all of them are sun-ripened no hormones! That's what you should be afraid of, chemicals in your food, that sort of thing. Now! Go on, have a banana, you'll like a banana, bananas are, after all, very good. And answer my question."

The Doctor stands there in his black suit, practically quivering with pent up energy.

There is a girl in the multiverse.  She appears to be playing a game of hopscotch against no-one in particular, and instead of numbers in the squares she jumps on, there are strings of quantum theory, cosmology, temporospacial physics- astoundingly complicated figures that she dances over with a little grin.  She's a strange thing; blonde and a bit straggly and freckly, very thin- pretty, undoubtedly, in a slender, aristocratic sort of way, but with an inexplicable air to her of being off somehow.

Having reached the end of the hopscotch board (and apparently won), she arches an eyebrow around at the room in general.  'Anyone care for a game of interdimensional naughts and crosses?'

Jamie had been enjoying a nice nap inside the TARDIS, when he opened his eyes to find.....

Another cybermat.

So here he is now, holding the thing as if it is going to spring to life at any moment and start omnomnoming on people's brainwaves, and searching frantically for the Doctor, or anyone really who might be able to help him deal with it.  "Why do these things keep finding me?" he asks to nobody in particular.  It's really rather annoying.

A familiar sound echoes through the nearby area - the sound of TARDIS, though a few new frequencies decorate the melody of her engines. The old, blue police box fades into view. As soon as it's entirely solidified, the door opens, and a young man steps out, closing the door behind him gently. He stands there for a few seconds, one hand on the wood, one hand in his pocket, and then turns to face the rest of the world.

The Doctor stands with his hands in his pockets and stares out at the Nexus at large with lightless, black eyes. Those who remember him, or who've seen him before might note that he's changed. Little bits and pieces of him, tweaked. He still wears a suit, but his is black with sleek, white pinstripes, mated with a black tie. He still wears trainers, though his are faded, black Converses. The shoes are careworn, as if he'd had them for some time and just not bothered to find a new pair. A faintly frightened look lurks in his eyes, though on a whole, he seems largely impassive.

Advancing upon the Nexus with an even gait, he stops about ten feet away from his ship. Then, he speaks.

"Who would stop me?" he asks, waiting for a few seconds, and then asking again. "Who, out of all of you, any of you, would stop me?"

[ooc: Testing out a concept. My AIM is in my profile, if you've got suggestions.]

The Ninth Doctor is in, and he appears to be in a relatively good mood today.

"Riddle me this," he says, taking a seat on a conveniently placed couch. "What do you do when you've seen all of the planets, you've gone to most of the major wars in history? I'm bored here, throw me something. Yes, I've read all the books in the TARDIS. Well, except for Gone with the Wind, but who bothers?"

[IC, but not srs rp, feel free to join in, just stretching my Nine legs...]

Who: Captain Jack Harkness and whooooo? Anyone who wants to crash, have a bit of fun.
When: No clue. Let's assume Christmas, 2008.
Where: Cardiff, Wales. Think Cardiff Bay, near the Millenium Tower.
Summary: Maybe the Doctor thinks going to Wales instead of London will mean no Christmas problems? Hee.
Warnings: None really. PG13 for swearing? Jack's a little emo after the events of the end of DW S4 and TW S2. Maybe a little cheering up is in order. He misses Tosh. He's glad he saw Owen on this network thing...

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