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Post by Bro on Dec 24, 2012 20:29:24 GMT -5
Fuck this place.
No, seriously, fuck this place, with a gigantic bag of deep fried dicks.
First it was just being sent here. Then it was finding out this place blows. Then it was being yelled at by trolls. Then it was getting into a scrap with that fuckin' ice bat weirdo. And now it was fucking ALIENS. Not trolls -- oh no, that would be too damn simple. But freakin' weairdass, honest to god "trying to eat everything" ALIENS.
And he was running from them. Because fuck if he wanted to tangle with something that was THAT pissed off and smelled THAT bad and looked THAT hungry.
The bad part of it all was, it was keeping pace with him fairly evenly. He blamed it on not knowing the terrain all that well. And being unable to catch half a damn break to get to the rooftops or something. But NOOOO he just had to stay running around like a damn moron on the ground.
Fuck this damn alien and its damn hunger.
He darted around another corner and --FUCK THIS PLACE -- a dead end alley. The only thing in it, aside from some scattered trashcans and boxes and shit was a....blue police box.... What the screaming assfuck.
In a STUNNING MOMENT OF GENIUS, he dashed to the box and threw open the door with his shoulder, spinning inside and slamming it behind him. Just in time for the alien to come skidding around the corner into the alleyway and stop dead, looking confused as fuck.
Insdie the blue box, Bro just shook his head. "Well, that was utterly fucking....." He stopped dead, actually looking at what he saw. The entire, massive interior of the small blue box. ".....stupid....."
What. The. Fuck.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 24, 2012 21:00:37 GMT -5
The Doctor was, as always, tracking down a hostile alien. Unlike the usual alien investigation, this one actually wasn't in Cardiff! The Doctor was, instead, in America. New York city, to be exact. He and New York City had never had a good history. Most of the time when he was there, things turned out poorly. He suspected that this time, and any time afterwards, would also turn out poorly. His time in New York City had so far been spent running scans on the TARDIS for the thing he was looking for. So far, he hadn't found anything at all. Most likely because he was just looking for the wrong thing - he actually had no idea what he was going up against. He suspected it was just some escaped some intergalactic prison and somehow ended up on Earth. That happened much more than it honestly should.
While the Doctor was running another scan, something very odd popped up on the screen. Apparently, there was an unidentified alien life form heading right for the TARDIS! Well, he'd found his alien, now he just needed to stop it. Judging by the TARDIS' scan of the creature, it wasn't the sort of thing that could be reasoned with. It was big, probably around as big as the TARDIS itself {on the outside at least}, had more teeth than you could shake a stick at and definitely strong. Probably strong enough to lift cars and things like that. The Doctor heard the TARDIS door open behind him. That was strange, creatures like that usually weren't intelligent enough to understand that the TARDIS was something that could be entered. The Doctor turned around and saw that someone, around thirty or forty years old, had entered the TARDIS.
The Doctor stood up and waved hello. "Oh, hello there!" The Doctor said, starting to walk towards the man. Actually, he walked right past him and towards the door. Outside, he saw the very alien creature that was chasing the man charging right towards the TARDIS. "Whoa there!" The Doctor shouted, giving the alien a grin as he slammed the TARDIS' door shut. He rushed over to the console and put up the shields around the TARDIS. That way, it wouldn't be able to do any harm to the time travel machine.
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Post by Bro on Dec 25, 2012 9:38:13 GMT -5
Bro could only stare incredulously around at what he saw. It was actually pretty damn sweet, the inside of this thing. It was huge -- ungodly huge, actually, if all the halls leading off to who knew where were any indication. Suddenly this world seemed less lame. If only marginally so. He pulled out his phone, and with a bit of fumbling in decidedly not-cool excitement and maybe -- just MAYBE -- a bit of panic over the incoming alien charging toward the clearly wooden exterior of this box, pulled up Pesterchum
temporalTrainer has begun pestering turntechGodhead
TT: Dave. This world is less lame than I thought it was.
TT: It still sucks though.
TT: Freakin' aliens trying to eat everything.
TT: Specifically, trying to eat ME.
TT: Also some fuckin' blue box or some shit.
TT: Like a phone booth, but it's like a damn castle on the inside.
TT: I don't ksdfgfgdfkfhfdh
As the Doctor spoke up, Bro dropped his phone as he jerked his head up to look at who had spoke. Well wasn't this just dandy. Look at who was wearin' the nice suit and shit. And boy did he seem laid back. He just walked right up and to the door, taking a look outside. At presumably the sight of the alien, he slammed the door shut with a goofy ass grin and rushed over to do something or other with the console in the center of the room.
He snatched up his phone, staring intently at the Doctor. "Okay, I'll bite. What the hell is going on here?"
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Post by Dave Strider on Dec 25, 2012 10:27:41 GMT -5
The streets were as packed as you'd expect them to be at 2pm. The shoppers were out in force today. It was fortunate, though, that as one Dave Strider picked his way through these milling crowds on a small shopping trip of his own, no one would notice that the shades upon his face were glowing.
He had one eye on the street as he walked, and the other on his semi-translucent Pesterchum UI. Bro had hit him up out of nowhere. The younger Strider had been about to reply under his breath when his bro's final message stopped him. The fuck was with that keyboard spaz tagged on the end? It wasn't for any kind of emphasis - it was in entirely the wrong place for that. And such a dull level of irony was so far beneath bro. Something was up.
TG: a blue phone booth thats bigger on the inside
TG: the fuck are you talking about dude
TG: has gamzee been talking to you on the down low
TG: given you some of that fuckin doped up pie he always eats
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