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thoughtformed2012-05-01 12:20 am
neverstops) wrote in thoughtformed2012-05-01 12:20 am
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Who: Bachelor One, Bachelor Two, and everyone who wants in on the fun. Feel free to start new threads and run into them around the island
What: The Bachelors go out and about
When: Anytime During the Event
Where: All over New Moore
Warnings: Bachelors, Bribery and Boasting? Warnings added as neeeded but step carefully.
Waking up in the Tardis bay to a new desktop and an unusual change in wardrobe (Why the blast was he wearing a suit, of all things?) was not really a new turn of pace for Bachelor Two (3 points. 3 measly points and he was back down to Two again.)But waking up to the Tardis refusing to let him leave? That was. She must have been in one of her moods again, when even a light-hearted chat, and a pat on the console only earned him an irritable spark and a refusal to even acknowledge his presence with a thrum. How much had he had and what had he done? It must have been powerful win at the King of France's celebration.
He changed before Bachelor One returned, and waited for him by the door, leaning on the console and looking around at the new desktop. It wasn't all bad.
They never really managed to plan their stops. Oh, they tried, sure enough. They occasionally went through the motions of planning their next visit. Sometimes it even worked. But Sexy had other plans, and liked to drop them off somewhere entirely different.
Wherever they ended up, the pair of them always made it work. Now, even landlocked, they were going to do the same. It would just require some extra work. Firstly, finding a way out of said land-lock. Secondly, by figuring out what toys the Time Agent used to put it there. They could always use new toys, and Time Agents seemed to get all sorts of interesting ones. Like those wristwatches.
"So. Where to first, Bachelor One? The Beach? The Pub? The Library?"
Bachelor Two grinned, hands in his pockets, mischief in his eyes. New island to explore. Even on Earth there was excitement to be had. A game to play. People to meet, points to score, and Time Agents to bribe.
What: The Bachelors go out and about
When: Anytime During the Event
Where: All over New Moore
Warnings: Bachelors, Bribery and Boasting? Warnings added as neeeded but step carefully.
Waking up in the Tardis bay to a new desktop and an unusual change in wardrobe (Why the blast was he wearing a suit, of all things?) was not really a new turn of pace for Bachelor Two (3 points. 3 measly points and he was back down to Two again.)But waking up to the Tardis refusing to let him leave? That was. She must have been in one of her moods again, when even a light-hearted chat, and a pat on the console only earned him an irritable spark and a refusal to even acknowledge his presence with a thrum. How much had he had and what had he done? It must have been powerful win at the King of France's celebration.
He changed before Bachelor One returned, and waited for him by the door, leaning on the console and looking around at the new desktop. It wasn't all bad.
They never really managed to plan their stops. Oh, they tried, sure enough. They occasionally went through the motions of planning their next visit. Sometimes it even worked. But Sexy had other plans, and liked to drop them off somewhere entirely different.
Wherever they ended up, the pair of them always made it work. Now, even landlocked, they were going to do the same. It would just require some extra work. Firstly, finding a way out of said land-lock. Secondly, by figuring out what toys the Time Agent used to put it there. They could always use new toys, and Time Agents seemed to get all sorts of interesting ones. Like those wristwatches.
"So. Where to first, Bachelor One? The Beach? The Pub? The Library?"
Bachelor Two grinned, hands in his pockets, mischief in his eyes. New island to explore. Even on Earth there was excitement to be had. A game to play. People to meet, points to score, and Time Agents to bribe.
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Bachelor Number One swans out of the wardrobe looking all too delighted with himself. He's wearing a leather jacket he died in, once before, and twirling his specs in his hands.
"What do you think? Better with them or without them? She's got a jealous friend wearing a similar pair, can't decide if that's a plus or minus."
He takes the glasses on and off again, rapidly, squinting at his reflecting in the monitor.
"Also, we should probably get our story straight for Villengard, I should think. Really, everything we plan to tell the Agent. Are we human this week? Planet of origin? Where did we get our time machine? What do we do if he's got scanner or gets close enough to take our pulse? Who gets to 'think of England' first?"
He swings rambunctiously around one of the support columns, waiting for an answer. He's the quick one, his oldest friend, the clever one. He improvises, the other plans. Something for every situation.
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It wasn't hard for him to landlock the vehicle, though his scans had indicated some kind of malfunction, meaning it was likely that it wouldn't be able to take off anyway, but for all he knew, that was what the owners had stopped to repair. Unlucky for them being unregistered owners of an unregistered vehicle in a time when who knew what could have happened?
Strange. Very, very strange.
COME ON DOWN, BACHELOR NUMBER ONE
She's content waiting for this "Bachelor One" to accompany her on her journey for pizza and a little island exploration, soaking up the brilliant Earth sunlight and mild weather. No dim and dark seasons are a definite plus in her book. It's also nice to be someplace real for a change, she thinks, instead of being trapped in a patchwork of dreams and memory gleaned from the brains of the dead. She didn't really mind that either, oh no, but this reality is a rare chance, and hell if she's not going to seize it. Being doomed wasn't so bad, but it could get awfully monotonous at times.
So with her nose nearly halfway into traffic, Feferi stands tippy toe on the sidewalk curb to get a better look at the storefronts across the street. Her eyes are blank and milky white, but she exudes excitement that not even death can contain.
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He does like her, though, regardless. Practically alight with eagerness and cheer. It's a good worldview. One he tries to hang onto himself, here in his, let'd be honest, early middle age (counting by years) or late middle age (counting by regenerations remaining). Practically whistling, he skips the rest of the distance between them.
"Hello!"
sorry for the backtag, feel free to ignore if you'd like!
"Well hello! Bachelor One, I presume?" She giggles at her own rhetoric, making with a faux curtsy.
i love backtags, please feel free to backtag forever!
oh wonderful
"Feferi!" she intones, easily taking his arm in the space of a hop. "Former abdicated Empress-to-be! Though that bit is really not so important at present."
belated minitag b/c I can't think of anything atm :)
you're more than alright!
Feferi swings an arm out to emulate some sort of catastrophic amalgamation of pasts, which is absurd sounding in theory but not too far from the actual truth.
"You are netted and stuck floating around forever!!" She clicks her tongue thoughtfully.
"Though from the sound of it, Mister Bachelor One," Feferi says, fixing him with as discerning a look as she can manage, "'Popping back' and 'checking it out' are not such big problems for you?"
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