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 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 6:49 pm
 You're at a Police Public Call Box in London. Its just on a street corner, and you need to make a phone call. You heard that PPCBs were used to make phone calls, like a phone booth, in the 1940s or something. And you've found one... weird. A PPCB is a large blue box. About 7 feet high and three feet wide all around. It has a telephone on one side, and a light on top. There appear to be windows around the box about 6 feet up. Inside it can hold a prisoner until the police can take it away... You decide to take a peek inside. Oh... its locked... Would've been cool though. You shrug, and turn around... To be face to face with a tall man. He's a little bit taller than you are... He has messy brown hair, and is wearing a dark blue suit. His brown eyes are looking straight into yours. What a strange man... "'Ello!" He grins, and you detect a heavily Scottish accent in his voice. And this is where your adventures begin... Well, that's how my adventures began. I'm Delilah Anne. And I've met the Doctor.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 6:52 pm
 Okay, now lets skip on... You're inside the TARDIS now... oh sorry, I referred to it as a Police Public Call Box earlier. The man, only known as the Doctor to me, told me what its called. Don't worry, this isn't the strangest bit. I know, I told you its about three feet wide before... but on the inside! Infinite proportions. At least, that's what the Doctor tells me. 10 minutes of garble sci-fi turned real life talk, and he offers me something. Time Travel... go anywhere, any time! And then his 'companions' burst in... I'm going insane...
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 6:56 pm
 Okay, Rules: o1. I'm God! Obey or feel my wrath! o2. Be semi-literate to literate! Don't forget to use capitalization and periods, question marks, and exclamation points! Literacy has nothing to do with post length and everything to do with grammar. Here, it's passable spelling, and me being able to understand what the hell you just wrote. No chat or l33t, though. At all. o3. Don't use *...* or -...- for actions!! And use "..." when speaking. o4. Use (), (()), [] or something like that for when speaking OOC. Like, ((OOC<)) o5. Do not post unless accepted by me! o6. Please don't put your picture in every post. I only need it in the profile. If I forget how your character looks, I'll go look at the profiles. o7. Don't write in bright, bright colors like yellow. And don't write in pale colors like linen. You can color your posts, just don't make them so blinding they glow. o8. There is a specific way to write your profile. First person, and make sure you read through the profile after you write it. I don't like having to correct grammar and spelling, and it happens a lot. o9. PM me the profile with 'The Face of Boe' as the title. 1o. Don't join if you're not going to Rp. 11. POST OFTEN 12. Girls can play guys, guys can play girls, whatever. You can only have one character from the list. 13. Y'all follow the ToS and guild rules. 14 Pictures are to be real life people. Yes, all of them. I don't care if they're celebs, but they have to be of an actual person. 16. Please don't post unless you are a part of the roleplay.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 6:58 pm
[size=16][b]Am I pretty?[/b][/size]
[imgleft]real life preferred[/imgleft]
[align=right][size=16][b][color=postingcolor]T H I S . I S . M E[/color][/b][/size]
[b]My parents named me[/b] first middle last
[b]But I like[/b] nicknames [b]better[/b]
[b]In my pants Imma[/b] gender
[b]And I love to chase after[/b] gender
[b]Meaning I’m[/b] sexuality
[b]My birthday is[/b] month and day [b]and I’m[/b] age
[b]Run your fingers through my[/b] color [b]hair[/b]
[b]They’re almost hypnotic, my[/b] color [b]eyes[/b]
[b]I am[/b] height
[b]I only weigh[/b] weight
[size=16][b][color=postingcolor]M Y . L I F E[/color][/b][/size]
[b]I love[/b] favorite things
[b]And I despise[/b] least favorite things
[b]My occupation is[/b] student, job
[b]You’d never suspect this but[/b]personality, 4-5 sentences
[b]Listen to my story[/b] biography, 4-5 sentences I don’t want everyone to be emo/abused/whatever originality is nice
[b]Don’t tell, but I have a crush on[/b] optional, PM if it changes
[size=16][b][color=postingcolor]O T H E R . T H I N G S[/color][/b][/size]
[b]Feed me these and I’ll love you[/b] favorite foods
[b]Feed me these and they go in the trash[/b] least favorite foods
[b]I like to[/b] hobbies
[b]Oh, I forgot to tell you that[/b] extra info[/align]
[b]My puppet master is username and I post in [color=postingcolor]color[/color][/b]
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:11 pm
The Doctor Nope, just 'The Doctor' T H I S . I S . M E
You can call me Doctor
I am male
And I love to chase after women
Meaning I’m straight as a lightning rod
I’m just about 903 years old
Run your fingers through my brownhair (I wanted to be ginger but nooooo)
They’re almost hypnotic, my brown eyes
I am oh, I dunno. 5'8"? Something like that.
I weigh 160lbs? Maybe. Haven't really had time to weigh myself.
M Y . L I F E
I love classical literature
And I despise pears
My occupation is time traveler. Does that count? Yeah that counts
O T H E R . T H I N G S
Feed me these and I’ll love you bananas
Feed me these and they go in the trash pears
I like to oh you know, saving the universe and all that.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that I'm not human. My puppet master is Rhm Kinomotoand I post in olive Companion 1 What are you looking at?T H I S . I S . M E
My parents named me Rachel Michelle Privette
But I like Rae better
In my pants Imma Female
And I chase after nobody. I don't have to.
Meaning I’m straight.
My birthday is January 18 and I’m 22
Run your fingers through my blonde hair
They’re almost hypnotic, my brown eyes
I am no taller than 5"7, but I usually make a point of wearing heals.
I only weigh 112. If you call me anorexic, I will hunt you down.
M Y . L I F E
I love philosophy, puzzles of all types, sarcasm, useless facts, talking circles around everyone, and, inexplicably, Jane Austin. I also adore the thrill of breaking routine and doing something I shouldn't be doing.
And I despise most television shows, driving, and being uncertain under any circumstances.
My occupation is currently a student. I've recently changed from a chemical engineering to law. I also work part-time at a little hole-in-the-wall cafe.
You’d never suspect this but I'm actually scared most of the time, which is why I project crazy most of the time. No matter what I do on the surface, no matter how clever I am, or how much I accomplish, no matter how much everyone loves me, I am always on the borderline of being bored out of my skull. I'm terrified that I'm going to end up just like my dad; he works all day at his practice, and for what? Sure, he has money, but does he have a wife? A girlfriend? Anything to do with said money? No. The most exciting thing in his week is 'Guy Night', when a bunch of his 50+ friends come over and pretend their week was actually interesting. The rest of the time, fun means sitting on his arse in front of the telly for an hour. As a result, I tend to be reckless. I move on quickly, bouncing from hobby to hobby, boyfriend to boyfriend, never staying anywhere for more than a few weeks. If I feel like I'm getting complacent, I make a point of uprooting myself.
Listen to my story My mum left when I was about three, but she wasn't exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, by all accounts, so I don't really blame her. She didn't really know what she was getting into by getting married, never mind having a kid. My dad raised me, I guess, which means that I didn't discover makeup until secondary school, and still know more about football than designer clothes.
O T H E R . T H I N G S
Feed me these and I’ll love you Asparagus, Coconut, and Chocolate. I also can't get through the day without my cup of coffee; I'm a complete addict.
Feed me these and they go in the trash Bananas. I hate them, which means I hate most milkshakes.
I like to do martial arts, including tykuando, judo, and aikido. The repetitive motion helps me wind down. I also love those logic puzzles you find on the internet.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that I get motion sickness with extreme ease. My puppet master is Elesariin and I post in Blacklight Purple Companion 3 Am I pretty? T H I S . I S . M E
My parents named me Delilah Anne Rose
But I like Annie better
In my pants Imma girl
And I love to chase after boys
Meaning I’m straight
My birthday is June 11th and I’m 19
Run your fingers through my brown hair
They’re almost hypnotic, my hazel eyes
I am 5'6"
I only weigh 114
M Y . L I F E
I love Star Trek... tribbles...
And I despise The new Star Wars trilogy! Euwch!
My occupation is waitress
You’d never suspect this but I'm a nice person. I can be rude sometimes, but I don't show this at work. I have a fantastic memory, and I'm darn smart too! I love to play strategy games such as chess.
Listen to my story Momma met Papa in college. One night stand, yahta yahta. 3 weeks later, she realizes she's pregnant. 8 months later... pop! Baby comes out! So I have a single mom. Its not that I don't love my mom, but I wish I had a dad too. She does try, but she isn't really suceeding. The only thing she get out of these dates is another baby girl with no father. She has 3 months before the baby is born, and I'm working part time to help out.
Don’t tell, but I have a crush on no one
O T H E R . T H I N G S
Feed me these and I’ll love you apples, oranges, fruit basically
Feed me these and they go in the trash onions.
I like to read, watch TV and movies
Oh, I forgot to tell you that I like Neon signs My puppet master is meganargetlam and I post in seagreen
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:12 pm
Where are we?
We are on Planet Earth
In England
In London
It is March 11th, 2008
And it is in the early afternoon
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 11:05 am
What has happened so far on this timeline?
Well, nothing really important pertaining to the RP yet. (I'm pretty sure most of us know the important stuff ^.^ ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:09 pm
Delilah's mouth was hanging open. "What?" she asked the Doctor. "Did you just say?" Star Trek she got... Time and space traveling police public call box that was bigger on the inside... nope. Not a chance.
Mind reading elevators made more sense! She looked at the Doctor.
"So. Let me get this straight. You can go anywhere in time... or space... just by pressing a button?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:42 pm
Rae ran a hand through her short blonde hair, trying to look sympathetic and slightly guilty instead of exasperated. “Look,” she said, her voice thankfully still compassionate, “This really isn’t anything personal. You’ve been really great; I’m just going through a bit of a bad spot, alright?”
In spite of her ovation-worthy performance, the boy across from her continued to look stricken and angry. “Bad spot? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’d imagine it means exactly what it sounds like it means, wouldn’t you?” Rae snapped. She was officially losing patience, now. “I don’t have time for boys at the moment,” she continued in a more friendly tone, “Clear enough?” She hit him on the arm in a chummy sort of way. “Good.”
But it wasn’t good; that much was clear from the way he grabbed her extended wrist, his face now showing nothing but anger. “Think you’re clever, do you?” he asked, his face flushing, “Think you can just dump me out with the rubbish, do you?”
Rae rolled her eyes. This is the problem with dating boys just for their looks, she thought, conveniently forgetting that she hadn’t gone out with Alex just for his looks. “Actually, no. I don’t think either of those things. I know both of those things.” She turned her wrist sharply down, forcing him to relinquish his hold on it, then stepped back and shot him a cocky grin. “Cheer up, Alex. More to life than girls.” She winked cheekily and turned away, starting toward the café; she felt like having a scone. Maybe one with raspberries.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 4:39 pm
"Yep," the Doctor said in his sort of Estuary English accent. "Well," he backpeddled, "Give me some credit. There's a few switches involved. I've got this little twirly thing here, too."
He trailed off then suddenly beamed at her. "You are in the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space." He waved his hand in an all encompassing gesture, showing the brown organic looking interior of the main control room.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 6:55 pm
She resisted saying 'Its bigger on the inside!' stating the obvious wouldn't help her now. Instead she opened her mouth and stated her greatest wish. She had been harboring this deep inside her soul for six years, even if it seemed impossible when she first dreamed it up.
"Can you take me to the Star Ship Enterprise?" The words flowed out of her mouth so easily, cursing her as a geek forever. If he could take her there then she'd finally get her next biggest wish... a pet tribble.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:20 pm
The Doctor stared at her for a second. "Now hang on a minute. How did you--?" He slapped his forehead in sudden realization. "Ooooh you mean the 'Beam me up, Scotty' starship. Right right right."
He smiled at her. "Sorry love, but I can't go to fictional places. But one of Earth's first outer-galactic ships was named the Enterprise after that very show." His eye's twinkled. "I could take you to that. But I think you'll be sorry to see that there are no such things as Klingon. Or those furry little things that every female trek-y seems to adore. What are they called? Tussles? Fizzies?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter."
His quick smile flashed again. "So, Delilah Rose. Past or future?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 8:35 am
"Tribbles." Delilah smiled. "They're called Tribbles. They're very affectionate." She pointed out, then scanned the TARDIS. "If I come with you... will bad things happen?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 3:12 pm
Rae strolled along the street, clutching her scone and looking straight up. A tiny Japanese girl walked beside her, a bemused expression on her face. “Er… Rachel?”
“Rae,” Rae corrected without looking away from the sky. There wasn’t any particular reason to stare in that particular direction, except that she felt like it.
The girl sighed, and started twisting a long strand of shining black hair around her index finger. “Right. Rae, why are you looking up? There’s nothing there.” She nonetheless checked the sky briefly as she spoke, just to be sure. “You’ll walk right into someone.”
Rae glanced at her. “Undoubtedly,” she replied lightly, “But remember that I am now in the market for a new boy, and if I walk around like this, there is a 50% percent chance that I will literally bump into one.” This really wasn’t the reason, of course, but the tiny creature beside her looked awed nonetheless. Rae looked back up at the sky, her expression sage-like, inwardly having a good laugh at her companion’s expense. Was this girl for real? Rae couldn’t even remember her name. Jenny? “Even better,” she continued with relish, “I will bump into one doing something completely daft; for some reason boys like that sort of thing.” She looked at the other girl again, smiling a slightly crooked and intensely mischievous smile, but it faded almost immediately from her face as her eyes focused on something behind the dark head. Something blue. A blue box. Rae frowned, her eyes oddly intense. “That shouldn’t be there,” she said softly, mostly to herself.
“What shouldn’t?” the girl asked, turning around. Her eyes slid right over the box; it might as well have been a tree.
Rae’s frown deepened. “Is that a…” She trailed off, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. It was a Police Call Box; she’d seen pictures, but at the same time it wasn’t quite right. She couldn’t put her finger on it. It almost looked more like a giant toy than a real, working object. And what was a Police Call Box doing there, anyway? It hadn’t been there before, of that much she was absolutely certain.
“That blue thing?” came a voice, though it sounded very far away. Jenny seemed to have noticed it at last.
Rae ignored her and, after glancing quickly from left to right, darted forward across the street and sprinted across the stretch of empty grass to where it stood. She walked all the way around it, which wasn’t difficult, but couldn’t quite bring herself to touch it. Scowling at it, planted her feet on the grassy turf and crossed her arms petulantly. “You don’t fool me,” she hissed. “OH, no. I am onto you. The jig is up.” She glared at it for another beat, then sighed and relaxed a bit, though some suspicion remained in her eyes. She was threatening a box, which was stupid; on the other hand, something was definitely wrong, and she was not about to just leave. After another second of thought, she shrugged, flopped down on the grass, and set about finishing her scone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:26 pm
The Doctor's smile widened. "Oh almost certainly." He had a mischievous look in his eyes, like he knew she couldn't turn his offer down.
He surreptitiously glanced down at a monitor that showed the outside of the Police Box. Two girls were outside of the TARDIS. One of them had sat down and was looking fixedly of the blue box while eating a scone or something, while the other seemed to be losing interest just as soon as she noticed it. The TARDIS had that effect on people most of the time. Oh well. He'd just have to give them a show when they finally left.
(( EDITED ))
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