Welcome to Duat...[Revised! and OPEN!]

[Moonie1]

There are forces in this world...

all worlds, which can drive people together for one reason or another. Who controls these forces? Why the people they call together? And what is it about spooky towns in the middle of nowhere that tend to be the spots where these people end up?

The strange town of Duat is that sort of town. It is a little place, always covered in a thick, gray fog that never seems to lift. The air is always chilly, it seeming to freeze you to your very bones. It's also nearly deserted, the streets cracked and abandoned, cars parked at funny angles, as if left in a hurry. Weeds grow along the sidewalks and any bare lots or parks are over grown. The few people that live in this town are strange, spooky folks. Who knows what goes through their minds as they push empty wagons around or drag leashes with them when their dog has long left them. In the evenings is when it's the worst. It is then when the people leave the streets...and the howling begins...

It is here that people have been drawn, unable to leave as any direction they try to leave the town in only brings them right back. Who has done this and why are they here…?

The Rules:

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Now that those rules are out of the way, it’s time to get onto the main attraction! Time to meet the victims!

Character Creator + Special Note

Please note: We would love to have you join, but we do expect quality! If you feel confident in your rping style (and we’re only expecting literate posts), please note that you can have any character from any fandom except anime. (Not that I don’t like anime, just…well…yeah, we don’t want a bunch of Naruto characters running about. Please and thank you) OC’s are also welcome, just fill out the below character profile

Gaian name:
Character name:
Gender:
[Age]: ((Vague, if your character is thousands or hundreds of years old, you don’t have to put an age down, just say))
Species:
I come from...: (What fandom are they from, or where on earth/space to they originate from?
About me: (a brief description of your character's history)
I'm here because...: (Give us a brief telling of how your character got snared into this strange town?)
Appearance: (a description of your character's appearance - can also be photo or art, but I'd discourage you from using copyrighted art from Deviant Art, etc.)

[Moonie1]

The Players:

Gaian name: Moonie1
Character name: The Doctor
Gender: Male
Age: ~900+
Species: Time Lord
I come from...: Doctor Who
About me: An eccentric time traveling alien, known only as the Doctor. Being the tenth incarnation of himself, this Doctor is highly intelligent, intensely curious, excitable and manic. He also would rather solve problems with his wits rather than violence and he despise guns. He sometimes mask his inner emotions under a cheerful, energetic façade and he has a tendency to babble, mixing nonsense in with vital information. After the events with the Master, he has taken the other Time Lord, the only other one of his kind, prisoner with him on the TARDIS.
I'm here because...: Traveling along with the Master when the TARDIS seemed to malfunction, leaving the two stranded in the strange city of Duat without a way to leave.
Appearance: Allons-y!
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Gaian name: Radditsu
Character name: The Master
Gender: Male
Age: ~900 years old
Species: Time Lord
I come from...: Doctor Who
About me: The Master is basically the Doctor’s arch-nemesis, and after the Doctor had burned the Time Lords’ home world, Gallifrey, the two of them are the last Time Lords alive. The Master set up an elaborate scheme to destroy the population of Earth and conquer the universe with the paradox machine he set up in the TARDIS; but in the end, the Doctor managed to stop him. Now (instead of being shot) he’s taken along on the TARDIS as a prisoner by the Doctor.
I'm here because...: He was travelling involuntarily along with the Doctor when the TARDIS seemed to malfunction and suddenly they arrived in Duat with a bang; and now they find themselves unable to leave.
Appearance:I can't decide whether you should live or die...
Yana suit
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Gaian name: Radditsu
Character name: Sam Tyler
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: (involuntarily time-travelling) Human
I come from...: Life on Mars (original UK version)[Moonie Note: The good version]
About me: Sam was a DCI (Detective Chief Inspector) in Manchester 2006 when he was hit by a speeding car. Next he woke up in 1973, and finds himself to be Manchester CID’s (Crime investigating Department) new DI in a time that feels like a whole different, if backward, world for him. He tried to return ‘home’, to wake up out of the coma, but eventually he found that in 1973, he was more alive than ever and now he’s reluctantly happy to stay.
I'm here because...: When his DCI, Gene Hunt, was chasing after a robber’s car, with Sam sitting in the front passenger seat of the Cortina (clinging on for dear life as usual), there was suddenly a flash and suddenly the two found themselves in a whole different city altogether…
Appearance: Take a look at the lawman...
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Gaian name: Moonie1
Character name: Gene Hunt (The Guv, to his co-workers and respected team mates)
Gender: Male
Age:
Species: Human
I come from...: Life on Mars
About me: Detective Chief Inspect (Or DCI) in 1973 for the Greater Manchester's CID, he has had the great misfortune and blessing to have the very strange, but very resourceful Sam Tyler as his DI. He's pig-headed, rough, and wants things done his way when he wants them and relies heavily on gut instinct. He isn't the type of man to trifle with, as he wouldn't think twice about smashing your nose in before he strolls off, more than likely to his favorite pub for several drinks.
I'm here because...: Was chasing down some scum bastards with his DI, Sam Tyler, driving as fast as he could in order to collar the crooks, when he and Sam were blinded by a flash of light and they found themselves in a whole different city altogether...
Appearance:...beating up the wrong guy.

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Gaian name: Radditsu
Character name: Sam Winchester
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Human with demon blood
I come from...: Supernatural
About me: When Sam was just a baby, a powerful demon only known to the humans as ‘the Yellow-eyed demon’ infected the baby with his demon blood, before murdering his mother. His father saved Sam and his older brother Dean out of the burning house, and it shook him up so much that he decided to get to the truth. John Winchester became a hunter, one of the best, and trained his sons from a very young age to fight evil monsters and to be capable of defending themselves. Sam got tired of this life and wanted normalcy, and went on to do pre-law studies in college. After his graduation, and just before going to university, he is visited again by his brother Dean. Together, they did another hunt, but when Sam returns to campus, he finds his girlfriend murdered in the same way as his mother had been. From then on, the two roamed the country, finding monsters to kill, innocent people to save. A lot of other bad things happened, and Sam discovered that he had demon blood in him, granting him powers. He had precognitive visions and in a moment of desperation, telekinesis. The plan was revealed that Sam was to lead the demons in a war that would plunge the whole world into hell. However, the ‘Yellow-Eyed Demon’ was killed, and it seemed like Sam’s powers disappeared with him.
Then Sam had been killed, and in a desperate move, Dean bargained his own soul to bring his little brother back to life. Eventually, Dean was dragged into hell, leaving Sam alone. It turned out Sam’s powers were dormant, not gone, as a demon called Ruby showed. She claimed to be his ally and helped Sam to further develop his powers, allowing him to exorcise demons with his mind alone. Then, months later, Dean was brought back to life by the angel Castiel, as both Winchesters are needed to stop a powerful demon named Lillith from breaking the 66 seals that will release Lucifer from his imprisonment. Dean was none too pleased about Sam’s demonic powers, and told him he had to stop using them. Sam agrees to some extent, and tries to stop using them.
I'm here because...: The Winchester brothers were out on a job, chasing a poltergeist in an abandoned factory, but suddenly something knocked them out. When they woke up, they were still in a similar place, but there was no sign of the ghost and when they went out on the street, the town seemed very different…
Appearance: Carry on my wayward son...
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Gaian name: Moonie1
Character name: Dean Winchester
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Human
I come from...: Supernatural
About me: Dean’s happy family life was ruined when he was barely over two years old, when his father ran out of his baby brother’s room with said baby in his arms and told Dean to get Sammy outside. Later he learned his mother had died in the fire. His father didn’t remain unchanged, and soon enough they were out on strange road trips where their father would disappear for a while, leaving the boys in some motel room, and taught the both of them how to fight and use all sorts of weapons. Eventually, John Winchester told his oldest son the truth: his mother had been murdered by a demon. Monsters were real and they really could get you. Dean grew up very quickly, and followed closely in his father’s footsteps, as often taunted later on, ‘his good little soldier’. He believed his father’s word was the law and everything would be okay if he did everything his dad told him to do. Do the job and protect Sammy. His younger brother was very different, or rather, as stubborn as their father. Sam went on to college, trying for the normal life. This was disturbed however when John suddenly went missing, and Dean got Sam to help find him. Their initial search was a failure, and he returned his brother to campus, only to find the same demon that had killed their mother had killed Sam’s girlfriend. From then on, Sam stayed with him as they went on in their search for their father and continuing the job. Eventually they did find their father, who was obsessively tracking the demon, and found him at last. In the struggle that followed, Dean was mortally wounded. When he was about to die, John traded his soul to the demon to save his oldest son. However, before he died, he told Dean that if Sam ever gave in to his demon side, courtesy of the murdering demon, Dean would have to kill his brother.
Dean was very much taken aback by this news, and swore to himself he would never kill Sam, but save him instead. This is why he’s very adamant about Sam not doing anything freaky or using weird demon-y powers. But then Sam was killed as well, and now it was Dean who bartered his soul to bring his family back. A year after this bargain, Dean was dragged into hell. He spent four months there, but in hell, that is more like 40 years. But then, he was pulled out of hell by the angel Castiel, whom so far gave him orders about preventing the demon Lillith from breaking the 66 seals in order to free Lucifer. He found Sam, but told him he didn’t remember anything about hell. This was a lie however, and eventually he confessed he remembered every detail. He was horribly tortured, then his body was restored and the torture started all over again. Every day, he was visited by a demon named Alastair, who gave him the offer of stopping the torture if Dean would be the one dealing out torture to souls instead. Dean told him to stick it every day for 30 years, but then he couldn’t cope anymore. He got off the torture rack and became torturer instead. He told Sam that he even enjoyed it, but thinking back on it, he was very shaken up about it. He had been well on his way to becoming a demon himself…
I'm here because...: The Winchester brothers were out on a job, chasing a poltergeist in an abandoned factory, but suddenly something knocked them out. When they woke up, they were still in a similar place, but there was no sign of the ghost and when they went out on the street, the town seemed very different…
Appearance: There will be peace when you are done...
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Gaian name: Jeir
Character name: Jeir Velothril
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Species: Vampire
I come from...: Ankh-Morpork, The Discworld (Terry Pratchett)
About me: She began studying at the Assassins' Guild at a young age, thanks to the Guild recognising the value of female students some years before, and in her final year completed 'The Run' and became a fully-fledged assassin of the Guild. Other than the obvious, she was taught many things at the Guild (known as the best place to get an education on the Disc - provided you had enough money), such as history, geography, mathematics...and others. He main interest, though, was what the Guild was there for; inhuming others for a price.
When she was 18, she had gained a contract for a nobleman in Uberwald, and went to inhume him. Unfortunately, while she did manage to kill the man, he had been a vampire and had managed to pass on his vampirism on to the young assassin. Thankfully, the Guild accepted that, while she was a vampire, she could still perform her duties, and allowed her to continue on to graduation; just so long as she was with the Temperance League ('Black Ribboners') and did not indulge in drinking human blood. A year or so after this, she obtained 'The Luggage', a chest made out of Sapient Pearwood, which acts as a suitcase and bodyguard.
I'm here because...: While on another contract, she had climbed up onto the roof of the Unseen University's library to wait. It had a good view, and she could watch her target as he went home through the rain. Coincidentally, the storm was getting stronger, and as she waited, hail stones the size of golf balls crashed down around her and lightning struck. Least to say that she ended up going on a similar trip as Commander Vimes of the Watch had one night some time ago, and...disappeared from the Disc.
Appearance: She appears to be a few years younger than she is, and as she grows older in years, she will stay looking the same for a very long time indeed. She has long golden blonde hair that falls in waves down her back, pale skin, and blue-grey eyes that glow red when she is very hungry or angry. Due to all of her exercise and mainly-blood diet, she has a slim build, but still has a somewhat curvy figure. She is not too tall, about 5'4", and thanks to her vampirism, is both very fast and very strong.
She usually wears black silks while doing Guild work, but on her own time can be found in different shades of blue, in light green, and even in white. Due to her sensitivity to strong sunlight, she usually has to wear long sleeves and a wide-brimmed had, unless it's rather overcast as then it wouldn't affect her.
Wanna go for a bite?

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Gaian name: Jeir
Character name: Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad ("The Flying One, Son of None" wink
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Human
I come from...: Masyaf, Syria (Assassin's Creed)
About me: Little is known about Altaïr's past. He became an assassin many years before he entered Duat, and lived and studied in the assassin-held town of Masyaf. He is disciplined, focused and bold, but also occasionally arrogant and over-confident. He carries a few weapons; a sword at his waist, a short sword on his back, a few throwing knives, and his favoured weapon, a hidden blade, which is a blade in his arm guard that can shoot out and be used to quickly kill a fallen enemy; because of the mechanics of this device, the ring finger on his left hand had been removed to allow for the blade to fit neatly in his fist.
I'm here because...: Altaïr had been sent to assassinate a leading figure in the city of Acre. On his way there, he suddenly rode into a thick fog. Leaving his horse behind, he strode into it, and came out in the eerie town of Duat.
Appearance: Peace...in all things.

[Moonie1]

The Spooky town of Duat:

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(more to come)

[Moonie1]

[Reversed]

[Radditsu]

The last thing the Time Lord known as the Master could remember was being shot. By his wife no less. And not even that passionately. No shouting or swearing, just bang. Ah well, at least she didn't make a scene then. Well, that and the only other Time Lord in existence yelling at him to regenerate. Hah, now he did make a scene. Tears and all.

Though, that wasn't really true. He vaguely recalled being dragged and carried through dark hallways, presumably the Valiant's. Oh, great, did UNIT arrive after all and were they dragging away his carcass to play 'what's inside ET?' with it? He was starting to dread that was the case when he was slowly coming to and becoming aware he was lying on something like a surgery table and the air smelled of disinfectant. Well, time to face the music...

The Master cracked open his eyes with rising dread, only to see the face of that grinning idiot. "... Doctor." He acknowledged the other Time Lord grudgingly. Supposedly it was better than the alternative. Well... definitely better than seeing some human b*****d leaning over him with a sadistic penchant and a razor-sharp scalpel.

The dread came back with a vengeance however when he noticed he was hardly wearing anything. In fact, the only article of clothing he had was some form of those horrid hospital gowns. The Master fought down an embarrassed blush at the thought the other must have fully undressed him, possibly with the presence of ... Jack. He shuddered mentally at that. Instead he tried to go for a furious glare as he looked back up to the Doctor "Where the bloody hell are my clothes!?"

He'd barely said it when he paled slightly, realising that if he was indeed shot, his shirt, his jacket, and most likely even his pants, bloody gravity and all, were ruined by his blood. Even worse, he was on the TARDIS, it looked like. And it felt like she was flying again. He briefly wondered how long he'd been out, if she'd already been repaired to that extent. But more importantly... did he even have any other clothes!?

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DI Sam Tyler walked calmly over to a orangey (russet-bronze as Gene always corrected him, whatever colour that may be) Ford Cortina, feeling a sort of sense of peace at a routine that became normal. He pulled open the front passenger door and sat down in the seat, tossing one packet at the supposedly-asleep man in the driver's seat, holding one in his own hands as he pulled the door shut.

He peeled back the paper, and tried not to grimace at the greasy smell of the sandwich everyone in this time dubbed a 'bacon buttie'. He wasn't sure if he was imagining the grease dripping through the paper on his hands or if it was really doing so, but resisted the urge to shake out his hands. He was about to take a bite when the radio crackled into life. Sam sighed, why was he even bothering to get a sandwich when this always happened anyway?

Before he could even answer the call, Phyllis' voice shouted through the transmitter 'There was a robbery on Main street, the blaggers are getting away in a black volkswagen. Get your arses over there!' The DI held back another sigh, dropped the packet of bacon buttie on the floor and quickly strapped on his seat belt, held one hand on the handle above the door and the other on the side of his seat, bracing himself for what was to come. "Here we go again..." The DI muttered to himself as the vehicle lurched into movement.

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Another Sam was in an entirely different time, and in an entirely different car. Well, maybe not so different. His driving experiences in the passenger seat often matched that of the previous Sam. And while he was not a copper, his job also included catching the bad guys. Just... killing them instead of locking them away. And the bad guys tended to be a lot more vicious than some drug-addict with a gun. Sam Winchester was a hunter. Not just vampires or demons, but basically anything supernatural that was hurting or killing innocent people. Or people anyway, not many people were really that innocent. It was a strange job to have, and a dangerous one, especially for someone who'd barely gone past their teens, but it was something he'd literally grown up with.

At the moment, Sam was sitting in the driver's seat of the '69 Impala the Winchester brothers, or the elder brother anyway, had inherited from their father, John Winchester, and his brother's most prized possession. It had been through a lot and it was a real miracle it was still road-worthy, especially when it'd been hit by a truck, courtesy of a demon. That had almost costed Dean's life and it had costed their father's ... Oh well, best not to dwell on those things. Dean had worked like the devil to get the car back into working order.

The young man sniffed and pulled his threadbare jacket closer around him. They were on a job up in the North, above New York, and the cold seeped in everywhere. Sam took in a breath, feeling a sneeze coming up but it dissipated. He sighed. He'd caught a cold on the last job, but they'd had to trudge through the marshes after a swamp monster. To Dean's great amusement, Sam had slipped and fallen into quite a deep puddle. The end-result, beside killing the monster, was Sam requiring a lot of lemsips.

Now Dean had gone into the abandoned factory alone, claiming that Sam's sneezing would have alerted the poltergeist. The younger brother grumbled under his breath, muttering dark things about his elder as he stared at the rickety factory door that was illuminated by the Impala's headlights. His eyes widened when he suddenly heard a scream from the inside. Could be the poltergeist itself, maybe it was a banshee after all, or someone else that got in for some reason, or, well, Dean. For all of Dean's calling his brother a girl all the time, Sam knew Dean had quite a girlish scream... if the ghost fever hadn't been about to kill his brother back then, he'd have taunted Dean senselessly about it.

Sam gritted his teeth and started up the car, thinking for a moment that Dean would kill him if he'd got a scratch on the car, but then again, he'd done this before actually. But in that case, the ghost had been in the car with him... Oh well. He gripped the steering wheel, shifted the car into gear and stepped down on the accelerator, the car crashing through the factory door as if it had been cardboard, before he stepped on the brake. The car halted and he stepped out, staring at the lifeless form of his brother on the factory floor. "Dean!" Sam yelled and made to run towards him, only to collapse on the floor himself when something crashed into the back of his head.

Sam groaned and woke up at what felt like hours later, or perhaps it felt that way because sunlight was drifting through the dirty windows of the factory. He raised a hand to the back of his head, feeling relieved when he didn't find any blood in his hair, and slowly sat up, still a little dizzy from whatever had hit him. He glanced around, noticing the car behind him, the engine and the lights turned off now. Maybe the battery had died... great. There was no sign of the poltergeist, but then again, it was day already. Ghosts tended to appear only at night after all. He quickly went over to Dean, gripping his shoulder and shaking him a bit. "Dean, wake up!"

[Jeir]

Jeir enjoyed sitting on top of high buildings. At first, she was not sure if she could handle being a vampire, but after a year or so of being one, she found it could be quite fun. Sure, she had to be careful with direct sunlight, garlic, religious symbols or holy water, but at least if you were in the Temperence League, people tended to leave you alone.

She glanced down to the twist of black ribbon on her shirt, it almost invisible as everything she was wearing was black, and looked back to the street. The Guild had allowed her to stay, as long as she stayed a dedicated Black Ribboner, and she was using her powers to her advantage. She still used knives, but carried a sword around for protection; other peoples' protection.

She gave a soft grin as she noticed her target, her deep hood preventing her from getting distracted by things to the side - or above. The night vision was also a gift, considering how dark it was; the clouds above the city seemed especially omnious. There would probably be a storm, so it was best that she did this quickly - the last time it had been like this, hail stones big enough to break through windows came crashing down.

She stood as the man disappeared from view, standing up from her little alcove and moved to the edge of the building. Only then did she stop, hearing a thump behind her, followed by several more, and a pain in her arm and back. She looked up and yelped, jumping back as the hail started coming. Stupid, stupid stupid! She had left it too late!

She looked back to her alcove, the sheltered, friendly little alcove that looked very welcoming as the hail thudded down, and made a leap for it.

They say lightning doesn't strike the same place twice. It does on the Disc; especially in a storm full of Discmagic, when you're on top of the Unseen University's library. Lightning struck, glass shattered, and there was a distinct feeling of falling.

...

She landed. Well, actually, she fell on a very large spike and the force of that stopped her from falling any further. She gasped out in pain, the hood falling off her head, and then she cursed as she realised it had suddenly become day. She was just thankful to any gods around that it was rather overcast and rather foggy, and that she made sure to carry small vials of blood, and the 'kit' (which holds: one Black Ribboner card, one small dustpan, one small brush) in one of her pockets.

She stayed there for a short while, panting a bit, then looked to the spike and gave a whimper. Oh well. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, so she might as well risk it.

Reaching up, she undid the clasp for her cloak and let it fall to the ground, followed by the weapons and items she wanted to keep. She wouldn't have them in a few moments if she didn't remove them, after all. Once satisfied she removed everything she wanted to keep, she looked around again to ensure no one else was around, and concentrated.

To her, it felt like a whole-body sneeze. To anyone who may have been watching, it looked like the girl exploded into dozens of tiny bats. The flew around the area for a moment, seemingly dazed in the dusty light, then swooped down a few feet from the spike, and with a sound like two slabs of meat being smacked together, Jeir appeared once more, although minus all the clothing she had been wearing.

Glancing around, giving a shiver, she quickly picked up her cloak and wrapped it around herself. There still didn't appear to be anyone else around, so she was safe for now. The last time she 'went bats', she pulled herself together just as a man turned the corner. Let's just say after what he said, it took him a while to walk in a straight line again.

Looking around, she gave a sigh. This did not look like Ankh-Morpork at all. She just hoped her Luggage would turn up soon.

[Moonie1]

The Doctor’s youthful face stared down at the Master, watching him silently. It had been a few weeks since it had been the end of the whole ‘Year that Never Was’ mess and things were slowly getting back to normal…well, not normal in any case. Not now that he had a companion, one from his own people even and an old enemy and even older friend. His best enemy you could say. It had been this man that had refused to regenerate, almost leaving him alone in the universe again, but by a twist of good fortune the Doctor had been able to revive him.

The Master was currently resting, having done so for the weeks that Jack Harkness had helped him repair the TARDIS and in some cases, more or less take care of the other Time Lord. The Doctor wanted to say less, because he was sure that Jack probably did things to the Master that hindered his healing process. Not that the Doctor mentioned it to the Captain.

So here the Doctor was, watching his adversary, the only other Time Lord sleep, he traveling through space slowly as he waited. His waiting paid off, however, as the Master stirred and an excited Doctor was there to greet him. “Hello, Master! You’re awake. About time, I was starting to get worried about you.” The Doctor said cheerfully as he placed the cold metal piece of a stethoscope to the Master’s chest to listen to his hearts.

He winced however at the other’s yell as he looked back at the Master’s face. “In a rubbish bin somewhere, I would think. I had to throw them away. They were filthy and bloody!” The Doctor said before he added. “And I couldn’t examine you properly with your clothes on!” The Doctor added as he put the stethoscope away and turned, messing around with some stuff on a counter as he grinned widely. “I really am glad to see you’re awake Master, it’s been so boring with no one to talk to. Just the wall, but it’s not like it would answer me ba-ack!” The Doctor said, starting to chatter when he was hurled forward and sprawled across the Master.

“What the…” The Doctor said as the TARDIS gave a horrible, squealing noise as she tossed and pitched before she came to a crashing halt. The Doctor stayed still, half laying on the Master, who he was currently accidently smoothering his face with his chest.

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DCI Gene Hunt did happen to be asleep. Dreaming in fact and a very nice dream it was turning out to be too with his mind being exceptionally kind and featuring Diana Dors holding a bottle of chip oil as she made her way towards his dream self. Then suddenly, strangely enough, she was sitting beside him eating a bacon buttie, the smell making his stomach growl…

On the other hand, perhaps the sandwich wasn’t just part of his dream, for as the images faded away, the smell lingered. Yeah, the buttie was really there alright. He was just about to crack his eyes open in order to look for his sandwich when he heard the sound of the radio and Phyllis’s voice shouting their latest charging orders into his car…about time. He was getting sick of waiting for some scumbag to make the first move.

The cowboy cop quickly sat up, his hand automatically reaching for his bacon buttie as he tore the greasy paper from the sandwich and spared a glance at Sam. “Girl” He spat at him when he saw that he was pulling on his seatbelt, once again before he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth and turned on the engine. He didn’t know what his DI had against his driving. His driving was fine, thank you very much. He didn’t understand why the pansy always insisted on wearing a seatbelt whenever they went anyway.

Eyes alight in excitement as he gunned the motor, they shot out of the alley and with a squeal of the wheels, he sped down the street. This is what he lived for. To chase after some crook that thought they could get away with committing a crime in his city, to think they could pull a fast one over the Gene Genie, to think…to think there must be something wrong with his eyesight for one moment he was eyeing the road, watching for any pedestrians stupid enough to try and cross the street in front of him and the next his vision was obscured by a bright flash of light.

“Ah! Damn it!” The DCI swore, his sandwich falling from his mouth and into his lap as he slammed down hard on the breaks. Raising his hands to his eyes, he rubbed the spots from them as he growled. “What was that? Sam, did you see who flashed a spot…light…” Gene trailed off as he looked around before he quickly opened the door and got out and stepped out onto the cracked pavement of an unfamiliar street, surrounded by unfamiliar business high-rises, in a very unfamiliar city.

"Bloody hell...what..just happened?" Gene muttered as he frowned at the think, damp and cold foggy air closed in around the Cortina and the two police officers.

~

It had been a stupid mistake to come into the factory alone. For one thing, Dean was having trouble locating he ghost. For another, there had been no one to watch his back. That had been his biggest mistake right there, for it was that reason he found himself on the floor at the moment, his head throbbing as he let out a pained scream. Why was he alone in the building again? Oh yeah…Sam was sick. Telling his younger brother that he didn’t want him coming in because his sneaking would alert the poltergeist had only been half the truth.

The rest was that, despite his teasing, Dean didn’t want his younger brother over exerting himself when he thought he had things under control. The elder Winchester brother would never tell the younger that he was concerned about his health however. No, Sam could just go on thinking that Dean didn’t want him in the building with him because he would be noisy, instead of knowing he would rather his younger brother just rest and try to keep warm while he dealt with work.

So far his plans had gone south very quickly. Dead didn’t even get a chance to turn his head to squirt at whatever, or whoever had struck him because whoever it was, it was unsatisfied with the man just kneeling on the floor. Dean again felt something hit him across the back of the head and he blacked out, not even feeling himself crash to the floor. It wasn’t until he felt a hand on his shoulder, someone shaking him and a familiar voice disturbing the headache of his already throbbing head did he awaken.

“Ugghh…what hit me...” Dean groaned as he looked up, his vision slightly crossed eyed as he blinked at the faint sunlight that lit the factory. “…what are you doing out of the car?...and …” Dean gasped softly as he pulled himself up and stumbled towards his precious vehicle. “My car…did you drive my baby through the wall, Sam?!” Dean chocked as he leaned on the hood and looked at the front of it in horror.

~

The thing was there was someone watching Jeir when she turned into a cloud of bats and reformed. This someone was a small boy of about eight, his skin pale and his eyes sunken in. He standing beside a half-fallen beam in the abandoned construction site the vampire found herself in. The boy didn't speak; he just stood there, watching Jeir silently.

[Radditsu]

"Worried? About me? Gee, I'm so flattered..." The Master said in sarcastic annoyance, and tried not to shiver at the cold metal on his chest from the stethoscope. He really hated all medical... stuff. Unless he was experimenting himself, like creating a virus that makes all victims do his bidding or whatever. "If you recall, I did not ask for this. In fact, I refused to regenerate, I thought that would be a big enough hint even for you!" He glared at the other Time Lord until he turned away.

Then he glanced down to look at his stomach, where the bullet had entered his abdominal cavity. There was a surgical cut, obviously, still visible with the stitches in it. Those would have to be removed pretty soon, and it would most likely form a light scar, at least for this regeneration. Oh well. "I'll need new clothes... And none of yours! I don't want to look like a frickin' rainbow barfed on me." The Time Lord said after a moment, looking thoughtful and sighed "Oh, right... I left the clothes I had as a... human, in the wardrobe room." He didn't really like to think back on being that old 'professor' guy. The man had been all so sweet and altruistic and had just been short of baking cookies for his guests, not to mention the fact that being human was so 'ewwww'. He shuddered mentally thinking back upon the whole affaire.

The Master looked a bit horrified at the Doctor when he said he wanted someone to talk to. Oh, sure, in the past he liked battling wits with the Doctor in conversation but this regeneration... babbled so much. He wondered if he did it only to impress humans with his 'superior intellect'. He groaned "No, really, Doctor, I-" He was interrupted in whatever he was going to say by the TARDIS, that old rustbucket of his, shaking like an earthquake and crashing into a halt. He had held on to the medical table not to fall off, only to be rewarded by the other Time Lord falling right on top of him "OOF!"

Well, luckily the wound had healed well enough or else that would have been painful, or more painful than getting squashed. The other man was surprisingly heavy for such a thin guy, but then, the Master suspected it was due to all the layers of clothing he wore. And at the moment he was getting smothered by said clothing, and the other man's chest. He had to get him off before his respiratory bypass system kicked in. "GE'OFF!" came the muffled shout under the Doctor, as the Master brought up his hands to push him off "Ugh! Your stupid machine crashed into a bloody mountain, I bet!"

~

Sam shot a glare right back at his DCI at the 'girl' comment, but it was rather futile anyway. Just because the DI prefered not to die right now, thank you very much. "I can't wait until it gets obligatory to wear a seatbelt..." He muttered to himself, though he knew that was still far, far in the future. The seatbelt alone was not enough to brace one against Gene Hunt's driving though.

Sam often likened it to a rollercoaster ride, but in the theme park, you get strapped in completely and it felt a whole lot safer. Plus there weren't other carts coming from the opposite direction. On the other hand, Sam had never seen Gene hit anyone. Only unfortunate boxes and trashcans. And very narrowly missed a cat once. Poor thing must have had the fright of its life. There was also the time they nearly hit the members of a football team, but they were driving on the playing field after all... if only because the criminal they were chasing had done so.

The DI was resisting the urge to shout 'Watch out for that...' for every obstacle that came into the car's path and Gene swerved precariously around, when suddenly there was a bright flash that blinded him. "Ah!" He yelped in surprise and the pain in his eyes, squeezing them shut. He heard Gene swear, and luckily, felt him brake. At least they wouldn't drive into a wall then. What the hell was that flash? It was like one of those seeker lights had been turned on right in front of them. Or one of those big lights illuminating the football field at night. Neither of those had been present in the street they had been driving through.

"No... there was nothing that could have..." Sam started to reply to his Guv's question while rubbing his own eyes, trying to get his vision back but the bright light was still affecting his retinas. A little while later, their surroundings became less blurry and ... very unfamiliar, Sam realised. There had been no mist around, for one. And two, Sam Tyler had lived in Manchester all his life. And he knew the city quite well in both lives, 2006 and 1973. This was no street he recognised.

The DI swallowed, took off the seatbelt and opened the door, standing up out of the car to look around. Completely unfamiliar still. "What the... What is this place..."

~

Sam Winchester sighed relieved to see his brother waking up. "You look like a truck did. Again." He held out his hand to help Dean up, but the other already pulled himself up when he noticed his car. Oh. Right. "No! I mean, not the wall... It was through the do-...oor?" The younger brother stared at the rickety factory door through which he had driven the car last night, and saw it was wholly intact. In fact, it wasn't even the same door. Which meant this couldn't be the same factory...

"Dean, something very weird is going on..." He said, looking around confused. "We're not in the same place anymore. Something knocked us out and took us here? ... But ... No, they couldn't have, the car is still here." After all, if they had taken the Winchesters somewhere, why bother doing the effort of taking the big, heavy car too? Especially with... Sam's eyes widened and he hurried to the back of the car, pulling open the trunk and raising the fake bottom panel. All of their weapons were still there... "Oh-kay... good... but even more confusing..."

Sam took a handgun and put it in the back of his pants, along with a cartridge of ammo, which he placed in his pocket, there was a hunting knife at his belt already, which was hidden by his coat, along with a smaller knife in his right shoe, and picked up one of the sawed-off shotguns before he turned around. He pulled open the factory door, luckily finding it unlocked, but still winced a little at the noise the sliding metal door made. Now he was certain it wasn't the same factory, the door he drove through last night had been wood, rotten through to the core. And neither did he recognise the view that lay beyond the door. Last night, there had been barren fields and ruined factories, and now... a whole town.

[Jeir]

Jeir shivered again. While she was glad that it was rather over-cast and misty in this strange town, she did wish it was a little warmer, at least until she got some new clothes on. Ooh, what she wouldn't do for a nice warm bath about now...

She looked around, her vision working quite well in the gloom, and took note of the surroundings. A contruction site, by the look of things, but far more metal. Generally in Ankh-Morpork, the method for building new houses would be to steal some stones off the old walls, 'aquire' some hard wood, and pile them up until you more or less got a house. Also, the streets were rather clean compared to the Big Wahoonie; you could actually see the street.

Her gaze stopped as she spotted the boy. Stange. Normally she would have noticed if someone was that close straight away; it's rather hard for people to hide their heartbeats, after all. She gave him a friendly little smile, realising he saw her change, and wondered just what the vampires here were like, if there were any. One thing she did know, though; if her Luggage didn't turn up soon, she was going to be very upset indeed.

She gave a small step towards the boy, still with the same friendly, if a little nervous, smile. "Hello there, little boy," she said, her voice soft, "You wouldn't happen to be able to tell me where this is, would you?" There was something off about him, though; she didn't think too hard about this, given the fact she was a vampire, living in a society of humans, dwarves, trolls, zombies, vampires, werewolves and various other creatures of different sizes and shapes.

She took another step to the boy, then suddenly spun around as she heard a loud metallic scraping noise sound out, the fog giving it an eerie feel. There were a few buildings to be seen through the mist, so she supposed it came from one of those. Too bad her Luggage still wasn't to be seen. She felt unusually nervous without it there with her.

[Moonie1]

The boy continued to stare. It wasn’t a friendly or curious stare, one that a young child might have when they see something strange and new. It wasn’t even a fearful one. It was just a stare: Blank and without emotion, his face and clothes grubby and smeared with dirt.

The child didn’t respond to Jeir’s greeting, but at the scrapping noise, the boy’s eyes darted towards the sound of it. Emotion remaining absent from his face, he blinked before he turned and ran, running to the street and continued to foot it until he was out of sight, rounding a corner.

~

Gene was silent for a moment, his head tipping back and turning as he looked up and around at the lonely buildings that looked down at them. Slowly he turned to face Sam as he leaned on the Cortina, his arms resting on the top. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Dorothy…” The Guv said in a rather calm voice. His eyes, one of the few expressive things on the rough face of the copper, were wide though.

Gene was nervous. He was out of his element, thrust into a new world that he had no idea how he arrived in. The man surveyed the area again before he got back into the car. “Phyllis, you there?...Come on, answer me, speak to me in that ‘angelic’ voice of yours…” he said into the radio as he grabbed for it. All that answered back was crackling static. “Damn it!” Gene snarled as he threw the radio on the floor and crossed his arms.

“…Okay Tyler, theories, ideas. Give me somethin’. At least tell me I’m not going mad, or pinch me or something so I know I’m not bloody dreamin’.” The copper finally said as he reached for the glovebox and pulled out his gun. “And second, get in. We’re going to drive until we find someone.” The Guv added as he holstered his weapon and started the car. He didn’t want to think that this city was as dead as it looked, that no one lived in it…that wasn’t right. Even a dirty, scum filled city always had its “rats” and squatters. He didn’t want to think of what he would do if he found himself in an empty city.

‘Maybe this is it, Genie. You finally managed to hit a oncoming vehicle, smashed your brains all over the street…maybe you and Sam are dead…’ Gene thought as he started the car, very glad it still roared to life, and waiting for Sam to get in, he started down the street, looking for any sign of life as he drove.

~

The Doctor groaned softly, his stomach feeling a bit sore from its recent collision with the edge of the examination bed before he blinked. He heard the Master’s muffled yell, and before he could move, the other Time Lord had shoved him away. “Oops, I’m so sorry Master” He said as he brushed his jacket off and quickly looked the man over. He was alright it seemed…squinting angry at him, but alright.

“What?” The Doctor asked, looking surprised. “Nah…it couldn’t have crashed into a mountain. There are no mountains in space…and the shield is up, so we couldn’t have crashed into another ship again…” He mused before he shook his head. “…we have stopped though…and landed. Hold on, we have to go check it out!” The Doctor said as he turned suddenly and ran out of the room, only to return a moment later with the Master’s old clothes. “Here you are! Professor Yana’s clothes!” The Time Lord said cheerfully as he tossed the outfit at the Master.

“Now, let’s go see the damage, shall we?” He said with a wild grin before he turned and ran to the control room. His grin didn’t last long though, for as he looked over the controls and the screen of the TARDIS, he was frowning quite seriously. “…The TARDIS doesn’t know where we are…at least in the universe of things…she doesn’t have a time either…the only bit of information she can give me is that we’re in a place call “Duat”…” The Doctor said.

After a few more moment’s of staring at the screen, he turned and going to the door, he pushed it open and stared out. “…Master, I think you might want to look at this…” The Doctor said softly as he stared out at the foggy playground the TARDIS had been forced to land in.

~

Dean glanced at his brother and then around the building. “Yeah? You think?” Dean muttered as he rubbed the back of his head and frowning even more. What was Sam going on about…wait, he could see it now. The door and the walls weren’t made of wood anymore. “…yeah, why bring the car?...” Dean wondered before he rushed to the driver’s side and getting it, he tried to start it. The engine only clicked, making a high-pitched whining sound as the engine tried to catch and failed.

“Damn it, the battery must be dead.“ Dean growled as he got out an walked around to the back of the vehicle. “At least all our gear is here…” He muttered as he grabbed one of the duffle bags and started to stuff weapons into it, he checking to make sure he had real bullets as well as grabbing several salt rounds and stuffing them into the bag along with the sawed off shotgun. Grabbing his handgun, he placed that in his pocket before he grabbed a few bottles of holy water and some amulets. “Better be safe than sorry, eh?” He told Sam as he pulled the pack onto his shoulders and walked to the door and looked out.

“Okay…this is freaky…” The hunter said as he looked out at the foggy area outside of the building they found themselves in. “…Let’s go, maybe we can find someone and ask what town we’re in…” Dean muttered as he pulled out his gun and walked outside, he glancing around. “…Hello? Anyone nearby?” He called casually.

[Jeir]

Assassination. That's all Altaïr really knew in this world. Nothing is true, everything is permitted; the world is an illusion. He pondered these thoughts as he rode through the Kingdom towards Acre. He had already killed a few Templar on his journey, and he was more than ready to face whatever would come next.

Turning a corner, he drove his horse into a canter, knowing that he could go as quickly as he wished now the village and guards were far behind him. He would have to check the next view point before he entered Acre, though; who knows what he may discover from a different height.

Turning another corner, he pulled hard on the reins and narrowed his eyes as the horse stopped. It had suddenly become far too foggy for him to see very far in front of him. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he got off the horse and walked forward, struggling slightly as the fog seemed to have a...solid feel to it. After a while of pushing through, he looked back and sighed, nothing his horse had not managed to follow. Continuing on, he was suddenly struck surprised as he stepped out into a street.

Looking around, he moved his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist. There was no city like this in all of the kingdom, and the fact the streets were empty just put him even more on his guard. He stepped forward cautiously, then ran and jumped onto a bow, the climbed up the side of the tallest building he could see. Reaching the roof in a matter of moments, he stood at the edge and looked down and around.

Empty streets. Strange carts, buildings and not a soul in sight. No, there was. There was a strange blue box in what looked like a small, and rather easy, obstacle course. A man was stood inside and was peering out into the fog. Looking around again, he sighed as there were no hay bales. Well, it seemed a 'Leap of Faith' was out of the question.

He turned and went back to the area he climbed up, and began making his descent, jumping at the last few metres. Turning, he walked around the corner and towards the blue box, although high on his guard. He may have to kill this man if this turned out to be another Templar trick.

He stood still once he reached the playground, and watched the man. He appeared to be talking to someone else inside. How more than one person could ever fit into such as small space was beyong him, but no matter. He stepped closer, keeping the man in his sights, and then spoke.

"You. Who are you, and what is this place?" Everything about him screamed that, for your convenience, he was, with difficulty, refraining from killing you. Altaïr sometimes felt some sympathy and regret for those he killed, but he was the most skilled assassin there was, so there was no time for that now. He wanted answers.

~

The young vampire frowned a little at the silence that followed the creak, then turned back to where the child was. Was, being the operative word. She tilted her head, one eyebrow raised, then shrugged and turned back. Well, unless there was a banshee in town, she doubted whatever it was, was scarier than her.

On the other hand, she had been a human longer than she had been a vampire, so some things still stuck. She was fully aware she was naked other than the cloak and in a very strange town. She had her weapons, yes, but...what she wanted was the Luggage.

She hopped a little from one foot to the other, trying to make up her mind of what she should do, then grabbed her weapons and lodged them somewhere out of the way and hopefully safe, other than a dagger, and headed for the factory the two brothers were just coming out of.

She froze when she sensed them more than saw them. Two heartbeats, both rather strong, although perhaps a little fast suggesting they were in some kind of stress. Perhaps they had ended up in this strange place just as she had? If she was lucky, they would be friendly. If she was even luckier, they would have some spare clothes she could borrow until her spares turned up.

She walked closer and stopped as she saw them. Two young men in rather strange clothes. At least they looked human, although there seemed to be something a little 'off' about both of them. She glanced over the two, and frowned at the weapon in Dean's hand, recognising at least that, even if it was a more compact version of her world's 'Gonnes'. Well, if he tried to use it on her, she would have to follow the Guild's 'tradition' of showing such a person the extent of which a gonne could be concealed on the human body.

Well, he asked a question. It would only be polite to answer before some one or something less friendly did. "Erm, yes, me. Where are we?" she asked, stepping closer so that they could see her a little clearer in the mist.

[Radditsu]

DI Sam Tyler looked around slowly before returning his DCI's look "I'm afraid you're right, Toto..." He watched as Gene tried calling up Phyllis, but even as he knew the radio wouldn't work that far, wherever they were, he still hoped that maybe it would work after all. No such luck however. Sam sighed, dropping his head on his arms which were leaning on the car's roof, muttering annoyed to himself "I finally got out of the coma and now it becomes a nightmare again... they just can't leave me alone, can they..."

He stepped back and looked around again, half-expecting a little girl in red with a creepy clown doll on her arm to be standing nearby, grinning at him. So far, thank god, nothing like that, but he wouldn't put it past her. Just when he thought he was finally rid of her... after all, he hadn't seen the 'Test Card Girl' ever since he jumped. If she showed up here, Sam didn't know what he would do. It wouldn't really do for a cop to kill a little girl, even if she was an illusion of his mind, right?

Sam groaned and ran a hand through his short hair, "I'm starting to think we got in a car accident and we're both in a coma in the hospital. Wouldn't be the first time this happened to me." He replied to Gene's 'theories' question. "But at least last time, there were people around and the place looked familiar, if 30 years earlier than I was used to... This place, no bloody clue." He was aware Gene would probably think of him as insane... -er, but at this point he didn't care. This was just too weird anyway.

Then he shrugged and got back in the car before his Guv drove off. At least everything felt real enough, the moving car, the smells of cigarettes and stale whiskey inside said car, right down to that spot in the seat that kept sticking because of Chris having spilled his soda in the car... that was the day. He'd never seen Gene that mad... well, almost. That other time would have been when he'd locked Sam in the car trunk. Among a few others... Still, that didn't say anything though. His whole experience in 1973 while he was in a coma felt very real to him, down to every punch-up, courtesy of DCI Hunt most of the time. Hence Sam also didn't feel like pinching him, only to get a punch in return, he'd bet.

"Wait... do you hear that?" The DI suddenly said, sitting up as he heard some kind of loud wheezing noise. Some kind of old rusty bellow... or not, he really couldn't place the sound. There was a blue light flashing up ahead, which gave him some hope, as he thought it was probably the siren light on top of a police car. But instead of a police car, it was a ... blue police box that came into view, in the middle of some kind of abandoned playground. "Huh? What... is that?"

Sam did recognise it but only as something from pictures, police boxes from the fifties and sixties but they weren't in use anymore in the seventies, right? He'd never seen one around Manchester anyway... Even more strange, the weird noise had come from it, he was certain. There was someone that approached it, and a man that apparently came out of the box...

~

"Of course there are 'mountains in space' if you count them as a big chunk of rock, like an asteroid..." The Master grumbled just before the Doctor ran off, in order to have the last word on the matter. It wouldn't surprise him if those old rustbucket of a TARDIS had crashed into one. Especially with the Doctor's driving skills... the day the Doctor could drive the TARDIS properly and got it exactly at the right time and place he had intended would be the day the Master saved puppies from trees. Or was that kitties? ... Why would a tree attack a puppy anyway?

The Time Lord got off the medical table, just in time to catch up the outfit. Ah, so she had kept it then. He half-expected it to be shrunk in the laundry or a can of itching powder had 'accidently' fallen on top of them... but as he had no other choice, he put them on. They still fit as well as they had 'Professor Yana', which meant it was still too big for him in his new regeneration. He was a bit less tall, but younger and slimmer than the previous regeneration, hence the clothes were now rather baggy on him. Still, it would have to do.

He sighed and walked into the console room, after a moment of wandering through the TARDIS' endless hallways. Yep, she was pissed about what he had done to her... Lovely. "Of things? ... Oh, you mean, we're at least still in the universe of matter, as opposed to the one with antimatter where Omega was stuck? I heard your tale from when you were in your third regeneration... Anyway, I think we would have noticed if we suddenly were in the antimatter universe, we would have gone boom."

The Master glanced to the screen "Duat? What's that? Isn't that some kind of hell place in a silly human belief?" Count on this TARDIS to deliver to hell. He sighed again "Let's find out what dump she got us in..." He muttered as he walked over to join the Doctor at the door. It seemed like he was right in assuming it would be a dump. It looked like an old playground in some human city... but empty despite looking like it was during the day, and full of fog. Probably Britain then.

He looked aside to a car down the road. "Huh... did we land in the seventies?" The car looked like it came straight out of the decade anyway, he recognised it because he had spent a lot of time in the seventies back when the Doctor was in his third regeneration and both were stranded for quite some time on Earth, with the Doctor as UNIT's scientific advisor. Then someone else spoke up, drawing his attention to the man in a white monk-like robe, or something like that. "... Whatever it is you're selling, including religions, we're not buying." The Master blurted out.

~

Sam felt a small pang of guilt when Dean remarked the battery was dead and wisely kept to himself that he really shouldn't have left the lights on when he got out of the car... "Well, it certainly fills the definition of a ghost town." That really did not bode well, the youngest Winchester thought, since last time he woke up in a ghost town, he'd been kidnapped by a demon to fight to the death with other 'psychics'. "Right... as long as they don't try to kill us..." Sam muttered in response to Dean's suggestion to find people.

Then a female voice spoke up, and Sam turned to see a young girl, who looked around sixteen years old, but even more noticeable, she appeared to be naked safe for a cloak. Not really what he expected, he thought with arched eyebrows. Sam coughed, trying not to let his eyes wander as he faced her, with a slight blush tinging his cheeks. "Er... Hi? Where...? Oh... we don't know, we were somewhere else and just woke up in here... does that mean that happened to you too?" If she had been in her bed moments earlier, that would at least explain why she was naked. But that still made it worrying as to why not only the Winchester brothers, but other people too were being picked to be... here, wherever this is, for some reason. From experience, that reason was most likely not a good one...

That set aside though, that cloak didn't look very ... covering. Or warm, the poor girl must be freezing. "Erm, here..." Sam took off his jacket and offered it to the girl "It might be a bit warmer and at least it's got a zipper you can close. I'm Sam, by the way."

[Moonie1]

Gene Hunt simply turned in his seat, staring at his DI as he rambled. Coma? ‘Wouldn’t be the first time’?…Gene narrowed his eyes slightly and sniffed. He did think Sam was crazy. Hell, he was aware his DI was probably missing a few screws, especially with the nonsense he spouted some of the time, but a coma? “Coma, huh…question is, what are you doing in me comatose dream?” The man asked in slight agitation.

“If I was to be out for the count somewhere other than me own head, I’m not sure I would want to bring you with me. I’m obviously disturbed and cracked in the head enough to be in a coma, I don’t need you in a dream to disturb me further.” He added after a moment.

As the DCI continued to drive the orange-brown colored Cortina down the street, he blinked when Sam spoke. He did hear it and by God, what a horrible noise it was too. “Sounds like someone trying to grind bolts in a blender.” The big man commented before he frowned in confusion at what he saw. “It’s a police box, Sammy-boy. They used to have them so that the citizens, in their simple and stupid way, could shove any scum they came across into it before they called us. Strange thing though is that I haven’t seen one in ten, maybe, twenty years…” Gene said as he pulled off to the side of the road and peered through the fog at the strange box.

“Government pulled them when they thought people were getting hurt trying to be heroes…” He added as he got out and leaned on the door, watching the tall thin man get out of the box and was approached by another man in very…very strange clothes. Pursing his lips, Gene considered the duo for a moment before he slammed the door and started towards them. He was quickly stopped in his tracks when a third, very familiar looking man, appeared in the police box’s doorway.

“Bloody hell?” The office muttered as he glanced back at Sam and then to the Time Lord he had yet to speak to.

~

Doctor nodded. “We would have indeed gone boom if we were in the antimatter universe. So it’s safe to say we’re not there.” He said cheerfully before he nodded. “I hardly think we’re in the hell hell version of Duat. Maybe someone just had a sense of humor. I mean, there’s Hell, Michigan, United States, Earth. There’s also a Hell planet and a Hell system. They have planets in that system named after the ‘Deadly Sins’. Each of them is a very lovely place to have a holiday at too.” The Time Lord chattered as he continued to try and find out ‘when’ they were, what system, and so forth.

Nope, the TARDIS was only displaying that their time and place was as she first told him. “Duat…” The alien repeated softly. Something told him that it wasn’t just the TARDIS having a system glitch or trying to be cute, or rather mis-behaving on him. He had a feeling that something was interfering with the TARDIS’ systems and it was the same something that had brought them there. He decided not to voice his thoughts aloud to the other Time Lord, at least not for the time being. They had other things to worry about.

As the Doctor looked around at the city they found themselves in, at the deserted playground with it’s rusty swing set and slide and it’s dead grass, he turned his eyes to the car the Master had indicated. He would have to agree that the car did look like something from that time period, but before he could agree or argue with the Master (He was going to disagree, saying lots of people collected cars from different eras and the surrounding building structure suggested the 1990’s anyway), his attention was once again diverted.

“Oh, hello there.” The Doctor said cheerfully to the robed man before he shot the Master a look and stepped on his foot. “Sorry, he was born without manners for certain people. I know, I grew up with him.” The Time Lord continued just as happily, he quickly removing his foot before the Master decided to do something unpleasant. “But no, we’re not going to buy any religion. I didn’t know you could buy religion. Master, how do you buy religion? I know you can buy stuff from that religion, but I didn’t know you could buy a religion.”

“But anyway, I’m the Doctor.” Said the Time Lord suddenly as he grinned widely in his usual manic way. “And this is the Master. Master, say hello. As for where we are, I don’t know. Duat, or so I think. My equipment is being a bit…testy at the moment.”

~

Dean seemed to almost read his brother’s mind as he continued to turn slowly, pointing his gun along his line of eye sight. No way was anything going to sneak up on him… “Maybe something took us because of you, Sam…you and those powers of yours. Like back when ol’ Yellow-eyes had you with those other ‘psychics’…” Dean glanced at Sam, giving him a grumpy look. “Well, if someone wants to kill us, we’ll just kill them first.” The Eldest said before he turned quickly, pointing his gun at the young girl.

Eyebrows rising, Dean felt a perverted grin stretch across his face as his eyes wandered down the girl’s body before he looked back at her face. He felt his mood freeze however when he took note that the girl couldn’t be more then sixteen. He reminded himself that no matter how hot she was, she was certainly underage and thus off limits. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Sam if he tried to score with someone that was underage.

That didn’t stop him from being flirty however…

“As my brother said, sweetheart, we’re not sure where we are. Just sort of…woke up here. Hey…you don’t happen to have anything freaky about you, right? No strange powers or anything?” The Hunter said with a cheeky grin as he eyed the girl again before he lowered his gun just slightly. She did appear harmless…but then again, so did a lot of other things they dealt with. He kept his gun raised, ready to snap back into a shooting position again before whatever this girl was could attack. Salt rounds weren’t likely to kill her if she was relatively harmless after all.

“The name’s Dean...and you are?” He added as he glanced around and shivered as a chill ran through his spin.

[Jeir]

Jeir stopped when the gun was aimed at her, and gave it a stare. A gonne. More compact than the one that had been at the Guild, but it was still a gonne. Oh well. She looked back to the two young men and raised her eyebrow slightly. She could tell from the smell of their blood that they were brothers, but she noted they acted quite differently; the elder of the two seemed more interested in seeing what was under the cloak than helping her, unlike the other...

...Who had just offered her his coat. What a gentleman! She smiled gratefully to him and took the coat, although she was not sure exactly what a 'zipper' was. Turning from the two momentarily, she used the cover of the cloak to put the coat on, and after some fiddling, managed to zip it up, turning back, she smiled to them, feeling a little better now she was a bit more covered up.

She listenend to the two and nodded slightly, but blinked when Dean said about if she was 'strange'. Well, in Ankh-Morpork she wasn't but perhaps they hadn't been there. Oh, perhaps she was in a completely different universe. The younger wizards did keep talking about multiverses and quantums and continuinuums, after all. The gun was starting to bug her, though.

There was a sudden blur, as she was holding the gun by the barrel, having taken it from Dean's grasp. She scowled down at the device, then looked back to them. "My name is Jeir Velothril. I am a vampire, but you have no need to worry as I am a Black Ribboner and have sworn to never drink human blood. I also don't like gonnes, so would appreciate it if you didn't point it at me, especially as it wouldn't hurt me much anyway."

She glanced down at it once more, then looked back to Dean and gave it back to him. "If you promise not to shoot me, stake me, bring me into contact with garlic or religious symbols or holy water...I promise not to rip your arm off and beat you with it, okay?" She said cheerfully, then looked around.

Okay. Spooky town, she wasn't the only one brought there under 'mysterious circumstances', and...she was missing her luggage. She gave a shiver, wishing she hadn't landed on that spike and lost her clothing. Sigh, it wasn't as if she even wore underwired nightdresses; she should be able to bring back her clothes just like the male vampires!

She sighed and hopped a bit on her feet again, trying to keep warm, while smiling at them in a friendly manner to try to keep them at ease. If they had not met vampires before, then it was rather likely they could become rather hostile to her.

She needed some cocoa. She needed some more clothes. But most of all, she needed her walking homicidal suitcase. A luggage could follow its master anywhere, so it should turn up soon enough. Hopefully.

~

Altaïr stared at the two with a blank face, trying to work out exactly what they were talking about. Religion. Very well, that made some sense. The Assassins did indeed have robes similar to the scholars and priests so they could move around undetected by the guards, but he was alone and fully armed.

But the rest...'Doctor', 'Master'...what kind of names were they for people? Everything in this place was strange, but these two and their blue box seemed to be the strangest things around.

"My name is Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad. I have no use for religion, and thus have no part of it-"

He suddenly turned as a strange roaring sound of a car engine, and threw one of his throwing knives with great strength and aim at the vehicle, impaling the blade in the very front of the bonnet. The then reached around and pulled the short blade from its sheath, holding it up and ready as Gene got out of the car and stepped in their direction. This was no Templar trick after all. Not even they had such power.

He stared at Gene, and at Sam still in the car, ready to kill if anyone made a wrong move against him.

Then again, this was a strange place, and he was lost and disorientated. Perhaps making too many enemies so soon would be a bad idea. In any case, he still had his hidden blade, so could still kill them all if he had to.

Pausing for a moment, he stood back up straight and put his swort sword back in the sheath on his back. Turning back to the Doctor and Master, he frowned as he realised something. "Duat. That is the name the Egyptians had for their underworld long ago. You are saying we're in Hell?"

He scowled and turned, stepping away from them. Looking around, he took in the sights. Strange buildings and objects, fog everywhere. He had expected more fire, but perhaps...yes. This could certainly be considered Hell. Just, how did he die? Unless he was still alive and that fog was a gateway into this place.

"So be it," he said, then turned back to the two Time Lords, and sent his gaze to Gene and Sam. It seemed like he was not the only ones who went into some kind of gateway to this place. Perhaps they would be some use to him; he would have to ensure their safety from now on.