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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 1:54 am
Has anyone else seen The Scream of Shalka with the was to be ninth Doctor Richard E. Grant? If you haven't go to the BBC website and so on. It should be in the classic section of Doctor Who. I Oh look, a handy dandy link! http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/classic/webcasts/shalka/Anyway this is an RP for what could have been. Since there are a lot of un-answered questions about him I'm going to go ahead and assume the Time War either didn't happen or went very well for the Time Lords. Now, down to business... ------------------------- PLOT! Uh... *recycles old plot!* Cybermen are trying to invade Earth by manipulating a powerful company! ------------------------- Basic Rules ~ Pg-13 ~ Semi-lit? ~ Pm stuff to me with title "REG" ~ I have the right to ban you from this little thread! ---------------------------- Cannon Characters- The Doctor: Lennie Fish ( I'll do my best! ) Robo-Master: Alison: --------------------------- Outlines Gaianame: Name: Age: Job: (UNIT/Evil corp./Cyberman perhaps?) Appearance: --------------------------------- Place for made ups
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 6:41 pm
Gaianame: Pentigan
Name: Pentigan Smith
Age: 15
Job: Freelance battler
Appearance: Wears casual clothing including a stash of varied weapons and my trademark garlic on head.
I look out over the busy London square, people scurrying into shelter as the rain begins to fall. The phone rings in the lounge, it has been difficult to keep up with all the work I don't have, my last job was as a bodyguard of some corporation's CEO, Jack Drank. A stroll casually to the phone, the garlic pet on my head struggling to stay on.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:04 pm
I will recycle the name and occupation of me on another doctor who rp
Gaianame: Tashoelace
Name: Tina Ann Shoester
Age: 22
Job: Radio personality
Appearance: Often in fansy dress or costume, at this time is a gypsy. Short brown hair
"What a loud phone," I say scurying down the hotel hall to where the noice came from. I was happy it was a Saterday where I have only a short afternoon seasion at the radio station. And today I was going to have a live show in London, and I was going to come dressed up in a gypsy costume as I always did with an audiance sitting in front of me.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:22 am
'Smith, I got you a job.' My "agent" said over the phone, 'there's this little live radio show in london that needs a few more security staff.' This was good, live things usaully had fans and fans are always trying to see their chosen star. In a short while I had packed my basic weapon kit: tazer, pet garlic, baseball bat, and the weapon I called "the X-Ray" named because after shooting a few rats with it I noticed that the skeleton of the rat appeared just before it died, and off I went to the concert.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:42 am
Finally time for the concert. I wouldn't really call it a concert but, it's what everyone else calls it.
"Taxi!" I shout with my hand raised to signal drivers. A teenage boy comes up next to me.
"Hello," he says. "Wanna share a cab?"
"Where are you heading?"
"Your concert."
I laugh, not that he is a possible fan, but that he was wear a wierd little garlic on his head.
A taxi pulls up. Hmmm... Cyber Corp. I've never seen this company before. We hop in and off we go.
"So," I start a conversation. "You're a fan?"
"Noooo..." he says slowly and unsure if the driver is listening. But he is completely focused. "I'll be one of your sercurity guards."
I laugh. But that notice that it isn't just a soft giggle but a big belly laugh.
"Sorry, what's your name though? I'll need to know that if your part of my sercurity."
"Smith." He says simply
"Well, Master Smith, what is your first name?"
"Pentigan."
"Whoever thought that up?"
Once again I feel very insensitive to this boy but he seems unmoved.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:53 am
'Anyway Miss Shoester while we I am here we should go over thhe sercurity for tonights performance...' I start but begin to trail off as I notice that the cab is taking a most unusual route to the radio station. 'Hey Tina, Where exactly is your show being held?'
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:01 am
"No where around here." I say "Not again! I hate cabs!
"This's happened before?"
"Yeeeeeeeeees..." I say. "They ask for an autograph so they can forge it and use it for banking detals, so forth. But I get around it."
"Oh, so they're going to ask you for an autograph at the bottom of a lake?"
"What!?" I look forward and see. "Let me out! Let me out!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:22 am
I turn to Tina and whisper to her 'I think this cab driver is trying to kill us.' to which she replied 'I am perfectly aware how many cab drivers want to kill me.' I looked around the cab and said with a hint of sarchasm 'Well, are you aware that this cab is also a submarine?'
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:46 am
"Wait," I say "How did you get that?"
"Well," Pentigan replies smugly. "We are completely submerged in water and none is coming in and it seems that there is enough air to fill three people."
"Well, I thank you, cab driver, for sparing my busy life."
The cab driver doesn't move.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Affermative," his voice sounds metal-like
"Where are you taking us?"
"Classified imformation."
"I'll handle this." Pentigan says pulling out a strange looking gun.
"Status on weapon: Origin; not Earth-bound. Analising... analising... Darlek!"
"So that's what brought it here."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 2:11 am
Well, that was a surprise, a weapon from space! Even more surprisingly one from the planet Dalek.
'Well Mr Cabdriver, take us somewhere where we aren't surrounded by water or I pull the little trigger here and... Zap!' I say to the driver as intimidation.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 2:23 am
The cabdriver laughs in Pentigans attemps.
"To be freatened you need fear, and you need emotions to feel fear."
"But you just laughed, you expressed humor. And humor is based on happiness and happiness is an emotion," I say incriminatingly.
"Stop confusing me, the human that I am build around is not too bright."
"Wait," Pentigan starts thinking out loud. "If you have no emotions and you are based around a human you must not be one. Therefor, you must be a cyborg."
"We go as Cybermen."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 6:11 pm
I lower the weapon and look around, Tina is still panicing about being at the bottom of a lake when I say 'Hmm, nice docking bay you got here.'
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 7:59 pm
I look at Pentigan, that boy seems stranger than even these events have unleased.
"Docking bay?" I look around and see what he means. "You are very alert."
"Well," he replies. "I don't pride myself on it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 7:48 pm
We step out of the cab after the water has drained away. "So Mr. 'Borg, what do you want from us? I mean, I am only a solitary fighter for hire and she is a 'radio head'." I say calmly to any number of the cyborgs surrounding us that could be their leader. "you will be converted" they all say simultaniously. "Well, not if I contact the Garleks!" I say as an attempt to scare them.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 8:07 pm
"It's Darleks, not garleks," I say. "And why us? I mean, I could certainly be of more use without being a robot. I could get my listeners..."
"Don't you dare put hundreds of living lives in the hands of cyborgs," Pentigan churps up as he is the hero and not the captee.
"How else do you suppose we reason with them?"
Pentigan lowers his head. I can't tell if it's in thought or lack of power.
"What about the boy?" the robotic things ask.
"I need him too. For he is my.... electrical person, without him I will never go to air."
"Wait... That's how I can contact the DARLEKS." He says 'Darleks' as if he's reading over a word in a play that he is trying to prononce. "They have huge radio towers, giant ones!" I have no idea what he's going on about. "And I can contact them with..." As if he knows I have a pocket radio, he automatical digs into my pocket and pulls it out. "This! It's a.... Darlek Two Way Hand Radio!"
The Cybermen step back. I can see Pentigan trying to hold back a laugh. But then I notice that their steal eyes arn't pointed at us, but behind us.
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