Another Doctor in Town RPG

[Starflower]

Welcome to the Another Doctor in Town RPG. You may join in if you like but be sure to read the back up story on it first:

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These are the characters in Doctor Who. You may take any that are marked "open" or not marked at all. "open" characters are characters that are in the roleplay but are being dropped. They will be played by their orignal owner until someone else picks them up. Not all characters need to be played so don't feel like you need to fill all the places. Even if a character was not with another characters they may both be there if they were in the same era, time being messed up and all that. (Zoe and Victoria for example) You may have no more than two Doctors and one Master.

Doctors:
One -- Starflower
Two -- Primsong
Three -- Primsong
Four -- Evelyn
Five -- Gondorgirl
Six -- Merrythemad
Seven -- JJPOR
Eight -- IMForeman
Nine -- Clocketpatch
Ten -- Starflower

The Master:
Roger Delgado -- Starflower
Anthony Ainley -- JJPOR
John Simm -- Merrythemad

The Companions:
Susan Foreman -- Starflower
Barbara Wright -- Clocketpatch?
Ian Chesterton -- Starflower
Vicki
Steven Taylor
Dorothea Chaplet/Dodo
Ben Jackson
Polly
Jamie McCrimmon -- Primsong
Victoria Waterfield -- Primsong
Zoe Herriot -- (open)
Sergeant Benton -- Primsong
Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart -- JJPOR
Captain Mike Yates -- Starflower
Elizabeth "Liz" Shaw
Jo Grant -- Starflower
Sarah Jane Smith -- Starflower
Harry Sullivan -- Gondorgirl
Leela
K9 -- NPC (No Player Character)
Romana I
Romana II
Adric
Nyssa -- Gondorgirl
Tegan Jovanka -- Merrythemad
Vislor Turlough
Perpugilliam "Peri" Brown -- Primsong
Melanie "Mel"
Ace -- Starflower
Dr Grace Holloway
Rose Tyler -- Starflower
Micky Smith
Martha Jones -- Gondorgirl
Donna Noble -- IMForeman
Random UNIT Men -- NPC


Last Few Bits:

Victoria looked around at the lot of them. "This car is certainly going to be crowded," she noted. "There's nine of us!"

Benton looked at the Master with disgust. "Well, this chap can ride in the boot, I would think. He's caused us enough trouble already."

"Yes," Five agreed with Benton, "and I'm sure the rest of us can squeeze in for a short trip."

Three and Nine hefted the unhappy Master and folded him into the boot, then shut it. "There, that ought to hold him for the moment," Three noted. Seeing the dazed Nyssa vaguely wandering about, he brought her over to 'her' Doctor. "I'm afraid he was up to his old tricks again - looks like the poor girl was hypnotized. Go on, old chap, snap her out, I've to load my car."

He turned to the assembled group. "Well, I have the driver's seat. You'll have to sort out the rest for yourselves." He climbed in and cranked the engine back to life, muttering about hoping the old girl's suspension would hold up.

"Doctor! Let me out of here! You will regret this!" The Master's muffled shouts came from the boot, accompanied with banging and failed attempts to free himself.

Jo was quick to move herself beside Three but she was forced to move right up against him as Ace crammed herself in the front. Zoe and Victoria had gotten in first but were being nearly squashed by the other people. Benton managed to fit in the front seat. The back seat was filled with Five and Nyssa.

--
"...and FURTHERMORE," Six was saying in the holding cell. "I completely disapprove of this manner of identifying someone. Haven't you ever had off days, Captain? Would you like it if I just came along and locked YOU up because you were acting more like Harry Sullivan or the tea-lady or something than like yourself? Would you? And, must I remind you, I am an extremely complex and multi-faceted person whose BEST regeneration to date you are clearly failing to appreciate! I should say! Captain Yates, come back in here, take that pillow off of your head, now listen to me! And speaking of tea, my tea is cold. I demand if you are going to go about locking up your VERY OWN Scientific Advisor you might at least bring me more tea and add some biscuits while you're at it."
--

Four flipped on the scanner and his eyes widened. Opening the door he shouted up to the pilot. Little was heard except something about being careful and mad. The door shut again and he grabbed the consol with one hand and Sarah with the other. "Hold on." He said. The TARDIS shook as it hit the ground on it's side. Four was pulled over as Sarah lost her footing and fell. There was silence for a moment and then the TARDIS moved as, apparently, it was turned back upward. Sarah opened then door. "Who ever the pilot is needs to be more careful."

Seven landed only a minute after the helicopters and hurried over to them. "Where is everyone?" He said, looking past Four's TARDIS as if expecting to see Bessie and the jeep hiding behind it.

Bessie bumped, squeaked and bounced her way back over the muddy field ruts onto the road, everyone swaying around and hanging on as best they were able.

"We look like one of those circus clown-cars," Three grumbled, steering with the only arm he could freely move. He looked down at Jo who was crammed sideways against him, half across his chest. "I suppose I should just be grateful you're someone I know," he smiled.

Nine had settled himself with somewhere between being in the car and being off the car and hoped he wouldn't fall off somewhere between there and UNIT. He also hoped no one else would fall off, then he'd have to go get them and then he'd have to get himself back on which would not be an easy task.

--

"No no no no no!" Two called to the pilot. "You've set it down sideways! Dear oh dear, do you need me to take the controls? That's my TARDIS down there! Well, not my TARDIS per se, but still mine."

Martha had thought she was used to the TARDIS rocking back and forth but usually it stayed at least mostly upright, she was happy to get out of this, in her opinion, much less than stable TARDIS.

The helicopter bobbed back up, yanking the unfortunate blue box back upright as the pilot muttered various things they couldn't hear.

The cables finally released, the helicopter finally came to rest in the lot, its huge blades humming as they began to spin to a stop. The various passengers were tumbling out the side-door, just grateful to be back on the ground.

--

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart sighed, stuck his swagger-stick under his arm and headed out into the fray. At least that's what it felt like, a regular seige of Doctors. Not that he didn't like the man, he was a splendid fellow really, all of him, but there were times...

Marching out the door he had to pause at the sight of Four, just as tall and curly as his 'own' Doctor but decidedly more manic. Still, there was no doubting he was the Doctor, unlike that strange blustering man they had in the cells.

He nodded curtly to them as they all began to loosely gather in the lot, automatically turning to the Doctor he was the most familiar with.

"Welcome back. Where are the others?"

"I've no idea," Two replied cheerfully. "But I'm sure they'll all work it out in the long run, they've both Zoe and Victoria with them and that ought to count for something. Now if you'll excuse us, Jamie has this rock here..."

--

"Hello, Brigadier." Sarah said cheerfully.

Four walked up beside her. "He really doesn't.."

"Know me yet. I know." She smiled at Lethbridge-Stewart.

Seven wrung the edges of his hat, worrying away about what could have happened to both Bessie and the Jeep. He knew that Ace was quite capable of watching after herself. Victoria, Nyssa, and Zoe, though not as good at self defense, were quite resourceful and they all had two of himself and the Sergeant with them.

What worried him was that something had happened with the Master. Had he escaped? Had he harmed them? Had he trapped them? He noticed the Brigadier and hurried over to him. "Brigadier, is the radio functioning in Bessie?" He asked.

[IMForeman]

((Um, can I just start posting then? *pokes thread* I made it deliberately vague where he landed so the next person to post can be there, but judging by his reaction, there's another Doctor.))

"Just you and me again, old girl," Eight told the TARDIS, flicking various switches and pressing various buttons around the console.

"At least now I'll have time to read," he reflected. Plucking a first edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray off his bookshelf, he had barely sat down when the unmistakable sounds of the TARDIS landing emerged. He got up to open the doors and peeked out. "Hello!" he said brightly. "Sorry to drop in like -- oh no. Oh, no, no, no."

[gondorgirl]

Martha couldn't help but laugh this time as another TARDIS appeared, how many more could there be?

[jjpor]

"Oh, Good Lord, not another one..." Lethbridge-Stewart muttered, completely ignoring the little man in the Panama hat.

"I said, Brrrigadier," repeated the Seventh Doctor rather menacingly, and rolling his "r"s for emphasis, "is the rrradio functioning in Bessie?"

"I expect so, Doctor," the Brigadier distractedly replied, as he took off across the car park towards the latest arrival: "I say, you there; chap in the velvet. Are you another one of them, er, him, er, you?"

"Yes, that's right; get to grips with a problem your military mind can understand," Seven muttered as he set off in search of a radio.

[IMForeman]

Eight was distracted by another - but significantly more welcome - familiar figure. "Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart!" He broke into a wide grin, grabbing the man's hand to pump it up and down. "Yes, yes, it's me. Splendid to see you again! How have things been? Not too boring, I hope? I expect not, from the look of it....mind explaining what's been going on?" He chuckled. "That's a rather amusing notion, isn't it? You explaining something alien to me."

[jjpor]

"Pleased to meet you, Doctor. Er, that is to say, good to see you again. Er..." The Brigadier retrieved his hand from the excited stranger's overenthusiastic grip. "If I'm honest," he confessed, "I haven't the foggiest idea what's going on here; it has something to do with a meteorite that has somehow gathered all of you - that is, all of you - in one place." He stole a glance over his shoulder at the large man in the ludicrous scarf who was grinning and bellowing at his slightly overwhelmed-looking counterparts.

"Between you and me," Lethbridge-Steward told the velvet-coated man, "I'm not entirely sure they, that is, you have much idea what's going on either. All I know is that I need an answer before Geneva get on the blower to me again. So, I'm open to suggestions."

*

Meanwhile, the Seventh Doctor was a little lost; he had been certain this was the way to the equipment stores, but suddenly he seemed to be near the holding cells...

[Starflower]

The return ride to UNIT was more crammed than Jo had hoped for but she managed, despite being crushed between Ace and Three. She was, as well, glad that it was at least her Doctor. Ace was having quite a better time than most of them, despite nearly falling out of the yellow roadster several times, while Zoe couldn't wait for the ride to be over.

The Master was busy plotting ways to get back at the Doctor for this but his thoughts were suspended whenever they turned a corner of went over a bump do to his uncomfortably being amplified.

[primsong]

Victoria was glad of the breeze as the little car made its way down the road - with Five, Nyssa, Zoe and Nine stuffing in after her she was uncomfortably squashed against the side until she could hardly breathe. Thankfully, she thought, I have some experience with corsets.

Benton looked up at Ace where she had hoisted herself up to be sitting on top of the front seat and grabbed her legs firmly as they rounded another bend. He was just sure this girl was going to flying right out of the car, and then what would her Doctor (whichever one it was, he was little vague on it) think of that? He noted the gaping surprise in the faces of other vehicles they passed and felt his cheeks burning.

"Whoops," commented Three as they sped through a thick cloud of gnats, the windscreen being rather abruptly peppered with bug-splats. "Sorry about that." Somewhere down in the press of bodies he heard the radio hiss.

--

"....And while you're fetching my tea, and I note that you don't seem to be in any particular hurry to do that, Captain, I fully expect you to also fetch the Brigadier! If anyone in this place normally has even a modicum of common sense it is usually, and I say usually only lightly seasoned with irony, I must say, it is USUALLY one Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart and he at the very least owes myself and my companion an apology for this ridiculous, ludicrous, stupendously idiotic mistrust of myself. Really! If it were not for the fact that I have complete empathy for the weakness and overly water-solubility of the human mind which lends all of you to irrational lapses in reason and intelligence I would be quite put out. Of course I am above such things, and you won't find ME putting down humankind, oh no, I have defended man and always upheld them in the very highest of regard which is MORE than I think you are giving me in return! Captain! Are you listening?" Six regaled the much put-upon Yates.

--

[jjpor]

"I'd ignore him if I were you, Captain Yates," the Seventh Doctor advised. "Yes, I agree; he does go on, doesn't he? And thank you for the radio, by the way." He tried his best to block out the continued petulant rantings from the cell behind him as he spoke into the radio handset: "Greyhound, come in Greyhound...this is the Doctor...I repeat, this is the Doctor..."

[gondorgirl]

Although Five was in the middle of a conversation with Nine, Nyssa, who was still a bit confused after being hypnotized, thought she heard a radio over the noise of what seemed like (and might have been) a dozen people in the car all talking at once. "Doctor!" she got the attention of several people "Shouldn't someone be responding to whoever is on the radio?"

[Starflower]

"It doesn't sound like it's for us..." Jo started but was cut off as Ace, leaning over Benton, turned it on. "Doct-" She sudden began spitting.

--

Mike couldn't make out much from the small radio. "...bugs flying....attack...pstt... Doctor?..." He didn't recognize the voice of the girl, and despite all the madness going on he had hoped it would be someone he knew.

[jjpor]

"Excuse me, Captain," said the Seventh Doctor, relieving the baffled Yates of the radio, "but I think the prisoner requires your attention. Ace?" he asked, concernedly. "Ace, is that you? You're under attack from flying bugs?!"

[primsong]

"Ignore me? IGNORE me?!" Six blustered. "You're a sorry excuse of a regeneration indeed if you would leave your own flesh and blood, and I mean that LITERALLY locked up under false accusations of not even being myself and... Wait - what was that? Attacks from flying bugs? You better release me immediately! This is serious!"

"What's going on out there?" came Peri's voice from the neighboring cell. "I don't understand!"

---

"What was that?" Benton asked with concern, wiping bugs out of his hair. "Something is under attack?"

[Starflower]

The voice on the radio was unclear but she heard something about an attack and could tell there was concern in his voice. "What?! UNIT's under attack?"

At this Jo grabbed the radio. "Who's attacking you? Where's the Brigadier?"

--

Mike ignored Six and, recognizing Jo's voice, took the radio. "Jo? Jo are you alright? What is that about an attack on the Brigadier?"

[primsong]

"Give me that," Three said, snatching the radio from Jo, though it meant attempting to steer and work it with the same hand. "Captain Yates, is that you? This is the Doctor!"

"A Doctor," Benton reminded him.

Three gave him an annoyed look and modified his response acerbically. "This is...Three. We're not receiving you clearly, but it sounded like the Brigadier was under attack. Who is attacking you - and why the blazes aren't the rest of me helping you? We're on our way, over."

He looked back at his already windblown passengers. "Everyone hang on. Jo, Ace or Sergeant Benton - whomever can reach that switch down there, flip it to the right. The one that says 'super drive'... Yes, you can use your knee if you have to."

[jjpor]

"I just left the Brrrigadier in the car park," Seven exasperatedly told Captain Yates, "and he seemed perfectly fine; well, as fine as he ever seems..." He tried the radio again and received only static and what sounded like a jet engine getting up to speed. "Still, you're right; we'd better go and warn him about these flying bugs." As he turned to leave, a thought suddenly pulled him up short: "And I suppose you'd better let him out," he suggested, pointing at the large man in the brightly coloured coat.

*

"Now, listen here chaps," the Brigadier was telling the gathered Doctors in the car park, "there has been far too much confusion and inefficiency around here. From now on, we're going to run this as a tightly managed operation, with military precision, so I'm appointing this chap to take charge of things from here on." He clapped the Eighth Doctor on the back; as the only one so far who hadn't tried to argue with him or disrespect him, he seemed like just the fellow for the job. Naturally, the reaction of the other Doctors was to all start arguing at once. And then, there came the little chap with the brolly, rushing out of the building with a squad of troops in tow, yelling something about attacking insects in a rather loud and overdramatic fashion:

"What the devil?!"

[IMForeman]

"Thank you, Brigadier, that's very kind of you," Eight said, speaking loudly so that he could be heard above the other Doctors. He cleared his throat, feeling that this was probably the right time for a speech. He had begun composing quite a clever one in his head when one of his more grating incarnations ran out of a nearby building yelling with an assortment of UNIT soldiers alongside him. He sighed. "What's this about insects, then?"

[gondorgirl]

Martha strolled back over to number Four, hoping to be able to help whenever they found out where or what these flying insects were and who they were attacking. She glanced back toward the TARDIS she had rode back in and saw what looked like another confused Doctor or companion, she would guess companion, he didn't really have the air of a doctor, come out of it. She nudged Sarah Jane who was also with the Fourth Doctor and pointed toward the taller, dark haired man. "Should we go greet him then?"

[Starflower]

"Oh I don't know. I think the Brigadier has that handled. There's enough of us I don't think we have to worry." Sarah replied.

Four's voice sudden boomed across the car park. "EVERYONE BE QUIET!" He shouted. The crowd silenced. "Now. Everyone listen to me-" At this the silence was broken and everything returned to as it was.

"Well it was a good try." Sarah noted with a smile.

--

Mike was a bit hesitant to open the cell door, but with the assurance of Seven he let this strange 'Doctor' and his rather irritable companion out and hoped for the best.

--

"Flying bugs? How big?" Jo asked franticly. She was a bit worried about what they might be heading into.

[jjpor]

"Corporal!" the Brigadier bellowed, trying his best to ignore the bickering going on between the various Doctors. "What do we have for giant flying alien insects?"

"Not much, sir; I'll have to check in the armoury, sir!"

"I was rather hoping you were going to say we had some anti-aircraft guns or surface to air missiles or something of the sort," Lethbridge-Stewart grumbled into his moustache. Where was Sergeant Benton when you needed him?

"And that's your solution to everything, isn't it?" the Seventh Doctor asked him, somewhat accusingly. "Big guns and mindless agression; typical!"

"Now, look here," the Brigadier reported. "You were the one who started yelling about insect attacks..."

"We need to find out wherrre Bessie is!" Seven growled through gritted teeth, eyes bugging out alarmingly. "It might alrrrready be too late!" Good lord, thought the Brigadier; it looked as if he was about to burst a blood vessel or something.

"Calm down," he suggested. "There's a good chap."