GALLIFREYAN HOLIDAY RECONSTRUCTION A Continuining Adventure By America Online's New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation Group Played December 18, 1996 & January 1, 1997 Premise by DRTUNA & JenKoko/BroganMc Flavia's Log 12-18-96 GALLIFREY FOR THE HOLIDAYS, Pt 1 By DRTUNA Chancellor Flavia sat at her huge malachite desk in the Citadel on Gallifrey. She had ruled for so long, since the fall of Borusa, and had accomplished many of her goals. She was now considering a new strategy, one which Lord Presidents of the High Council rarely employed -- celebration. A Timelord and a Prydonian to the core, Flavia still had grown tired of the boredom of observation and micromanagement of the balance of affairs in known time space. She had, therefore, decided to try a change. She reached for a piece of parchment and examined it once again. Decorated with her mark and the Seal of Rassilon that only she had possession of, it was an officious looking document, but was really an announcement of a celebration. "By my order and by the unanimous assent of the High Council, I hereby declare that the period Timecode a8743w.3376 through a8743w.3380 to be a Holiday of Celebration throughout Gallifrey and for all Gallifreyans and their allies and comrades. All law abiding Gallifreyans, whether here or at large in the universe, are invited to join a celebration of our civilization. The Gates of the Citadel will be opened and a mighty festival will be organized. The wonders and delights of our universe will be available and on display. The Grand Temple of Time on the Southern Continent will also be similarly opened and host to this festival. Each community, each college, and each department is instructed to celebrate this event in their own way. Special temporary privileges shall be granted to those confined on Shada, though no furloughs will be issued. Let our joy echo through the corridors of time, that all is well in the universe and that we are proud of our stewardship of all time space." Flavia signaled for the Castellan, who instantly appeared, clicking his heels, and awaiting her command. "Issue this to all of the population, every creature on Gallifrey, as well as to all known Timelords and to all known time capsules." The Castellan frowned as he read the proclamation, "But My Lady, such a thing has never been done before! We do not know how to establish or enjoy such a celebration!" Flavia stood and looked at him crossly, "Then it is time for us to learn. If you do not know how to carry out the High Council's command, then obviously I need to located someone who can!" The Castellan snapped to attention, "Of course, My Lady, I will consult with the colleges and begin planning immediately!" The Castellan scurried away. Flavia resumed her seat and smiled. This will be at least, she thought, something new. And who know what such a celebration might turn up. ---------------- Moving through the time vortex, the TARDIS was operating perfectly. The Doctor tapped the console lovingly. Yes, after all this time and all these trials, it was still the center of his life. And after all this time, he still understood less about it than he would like. The column suddenly stopped moving and the TARDIS came to an abrupt stop in the vortex. Bells clanged and the small viewscreen above the console lowered itself and began to display a message. The Doctor looked at the message expectantly. As he read it a look of amazement came over his face. A celebration? A holiday? It was hard to believe. Was it a trap? How could it be with the entire High Council issuing the invitation? As the Doctor confirmed the message, he began to set the coordinates. Gallifrey, Timecode a8743w.3376. After the most recent events for the TARDIS crew, a celebration might be very welcome. The Doctor chuckled to himself. Gallifrey for the Holidays? Just the thought seemed amusing. ================================ Gallifreyan Holiday Part One Played December 18, 1996 Premise by: DRTUNA & JenKoko/BroganMc Script by: the NA Doctor Who Sim Players ============================= CAST OF CHARACTERS (Player) (Character) WLMREO 4th Doctor WrldLeader K-9 mk 2 DRTUNA The Doctor (#10, current edition) NorisAlex Damon, a wandering Timelord DoctorWho8 the unofficial 8th Doctor (not McGann or Timelordz) Dr Hammai Guardian Doctor 2 2nd Doctor JenKoko Brogan & Chancellor Flavia IN FRONT OF THE GREAT GATES OF THE CITADEL ON GALLIFREY DRTUNA: # ::: The Citadel is decked out as never seen before in Timelord history.:::: DRTUNA: # :::Bright flags and pennants wave in the breeze:::: DRTUNA: # :::Flavia had a beautiful day engineered for the occasion::: DRTUNA: # :::The area in front of the Great Gates to the Citadel is full of celebration.::: DRTUNA: # :::Various stalls are offering tasty snacks, masques, toys, etc. to all::: DRTUNA: # ::: A strange blue Police call bix materializes behind a stand offering frothy drinks.::: DRTUNA: # ::: The door opens and the Doctor (10) peers out cautiously.::: DRTUNA: # Hmm, a party? On Gallifrey? DRTUNA: # :::Shouts back inside::: Is anybody coming out to see? DRTUNA: # Right, K9, where is the rest of the crew? DRTUNA: # K9> Insufficient data, Master. DRTUNA: # Probably dawdling or exploring. Well, they are about to miss one of the most unusual occasions... DRTUNA: #...I am aware of. A party, on Gallifrey! DRTUNA: # ::: The Doctor exits the TARDIS and looks around and smiles. ::: DRTUNA: # ::: The Doctor is followed by K9 as he walks towards the gates.::: DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 walks toward the gate.::: DRTUNA: # ::: The Doctor stops and admires some strange hats and masques being offered.::: MEANWHILE THE 2ND DOCTOR CONSIDERS THE MYSTERIOUS SUMMONS TO GALLIFREY Doctor 2: + :::fiddling with controls on TARDIS Console while nervously biting fingernails::: Doctor 2: + Oh, dear Doctor 2: + Chancellor who? Doctor 2: + Wait...no! What if I don't choose to go!? :::violently wresting with controls::: Doctor 2: + I'm being led into a trap AND IN ANOTHER TIME ZONE, AN EIGHTH DOCTOR RECEIVES AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM GALLIFREY DoctorWho8: $ :::gets up from beneath the console::: There. Now I've fixed it. DoctorWho8: $ :::looks at large, wooden console room::: Hmmmm....don't like it. DoctorWho8: $ :::goes to console::: Time for some more redecorating. DoctorWho8: $ :::redesigns the console and console room back the old white walls and yellow roundels:::: DoctorWho8: $ Ah that's better. Feels happy now rather than dark and depressive. DoctorWho8: $ That 7th incarnation of mine is just too dark for my liking. DoctorWho8: $ :::an alarm goes off::: Now what? DoctorWho8: $ :::turns on scanner screens that is now back in the wall::: DoctorWho8: $ Hmm...a party on Gallifrey? I never thought that would happen. Must be something DoctorWho8: $ terribly boring. DoctorWho8: $ ::::changes coordinates to Gallifrey::: Anyway, I'd better dump the rest of the MAster DoctorWho8: $ out. DoctorWho8: $ ::::flicks a switch::: Bye bye, you stupid git! DoctorWho8: $ :::the 8th Doctor's tARDIS heads for Gallifrey::: DoctorWho8: $ Still it's better then being here by myself. Why not. I'm revered there last time I heard BESIDE THE CITADEL, THE RENEGADE COUNCILOR DAMON RETURNS NorisAlex: %:::With a gentle bump, a gleaming white metallic object appears in front of the Gates::: NorisAlex: %:::It's appearance shimmers::: NorisAlex: %:::Finally, it settles down into the appearance of a Pyramid::: NorisAlex: %:::Inside, Damon turns to Smithers::: NorisAlex: % Damon> How was that for a perfect landing, Smithers? NorisAlex: % Smithers> Oh, quite good Sir. You're improving rapidly. NorisAlex: % Damon>:::smiles delightedly::: You really think so? Thanks! NorisAlex: %:::Damon presses a button on his console, a holograpic image of the Gate appears floating NorisAlex: % in the air::: NorisAlex: % Damon> It's certainly quite festive! Amazing! NorisAlex: % Damon> I hope this goes well, Smithers. This may be my last time on Gallifrey for awhile. NorisAlex: % Damon> Well, how does the outfit look? :::turns around for Smithers::: NorisAlex: % Smithers> Simply smashing, Sir. NorisAlex: % Damon> :::Beams::: Thanks, Smithers. NorisAlex: % Damon> Smithers, I'm leaving the TARDIS on emergency recall, just in case. NorisAlex: % Smithers> Yes, sir. The TARDIS will be ready for any eventuality. NorisAlex: % :::Damon pats his pockets, making sure everything is there::: NorisAlex: % Damon>TARDIS key, emergency recall device, chocolate-covered almonds...Yep, everything's NorisAlex: % Damon> here. NorisAlex: %:::Damon opens the door and steps out of his TARDIS into the clean fresh air of Gallifrey:: NorisAlex: %:::The door of the pyramid opens, and out steps a figure:::: NorisAlex: % :::A tall figure in stylishly dressed in black slacks and a jacket::: NorisAlex: %:::wing-tip black shows, a gray shirt, gold cuff-links::: NorisAlex: % :::A colorful tie, a dark brown trench-coat over the ensemble::: NorisAlex: %:::With a sharply creased fedora atop his sandy brown hair::: ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITADEL, THE 4TH DOCTOR'S TARDIS APPEARS WrldLeader: K-9 Masta?, Maaaasta? :::Searches for the fourth doctor::: WLMREO: &Yes K-9? WrldLeader: K-9> Where are we Masta? WLMREO: &Looks like Gallirfrey... WLMREO: &Lets go have a look about?::opens the doors of the Tardis..:: WrldLeader: & ::: follows::: WLMREO: &::exits....fixs his scarf and hat...looks about:: WLMREO: &Ah how nice....::Walks to a door and looks at the markings on it:: WLMREO: &K-9 I say K-9 come over here.... WrldLeader: & Sorry Masta..temporary malfunction::wittingly follows::: WLMREO: &Oh good.....well try to stay in step.... WrldLeader: & Malfunction fixed Masta WLMREO: &Good...maybe I should have a look at you when we get back to the Tardis.... WrldLeader: & That will not be necessary Masta. WLMREO: &::Looks over the strange markings on the door seeing thier patterns::If you insist....... WrldLeader: & Careful Masta::: scans markings::: WLMREO: &What is it boy? WrldLeader: & Markings present danger Masta WLMREO: &Well then we better not open those doors then lets go have a look about the place.... WrldLeader: & Agree Masta...:::Openly follows::: WLMREO: &::starts to walk to the river....::K-9 I don't like this one bit..... WLMREO: &Do a wide sensor screening of the area... WrldLeader: & :::scanning::: Unknown lifeform dormant in the water...Proceed with caution.Masta WLMREO: &Intreasting K-9....very intreasting....dosen't matter...lets go see if we aren't late for t WLMREO: &-he party WrldLeader: & Agree Masta...:::follows::: WLMREO: &::Comes to the doors opens them and enters...::Come along K-9..... WrldLeader: & Yes Masta..:::follows::: WLMREO: &What the?::looks about the room...:: BESIDE THE FRONT GATES, THE 2ND DOCTOR'S TARDIS APPEARS Doctor 2: #:::terrible wheezing and groaning of ancient TARDIS stabilisers::: Doctor 2: #:::yet another Police Box materialises at an odd angle in the corner of the Citadel::: Doctor 2: # :::Dishevelled gentleman exits from Police Box::: Doctor 2: # It's been a long time...but not long enough! Doctor 2: # :::2nd Doctor perambulating about Citadel::: Doctor 2: # :::to himself::: What's going on here? Doctor 2: # :::eyeing other Police boxes suspiciously::: Oh, dear...I wonder... DOCTOR 10'S COMPANION BROGAN LEAVES THE TARDIS IN SEARCH OF HER FRIENDS BroganMc: *::Brogan is aboard the TARDIS holoroom:: BroganMc: *::shuts off country meadow stream scene and exits looking for her friends:: BroganMc: *::the TARDIS appears empty as she wanders back to her bedroom:: BroganMc: *::her bedroom empty, she heads for the Console Room and sees they've landed:: BroganMc: *::turns on scanner and sees a large gathering outside, glimpses the Doctor (s):: BroganMc: *::blinks wondering if she's dreaming and reaches for the door mechanism:: BroganMc: *:opens TARDIS doors to join festivities:: {S doors MEANWHILE, THE EIGHTH DOCTOR ARRIVES IN THE PANOPTICON DoctorWho8: ! :::the 8th Doctor's TARDIS lands in the Panoptigon::: DoctorWho8: ! {S TARDIS Landing 2 DoctorWho8: ! :::pops out wearing a fishing hat, a black bow tie, an 11' scarf, dar green trenchcoat... DoctorWho8: ! :::large blue check trousers and confortable shoes::: DoctorWho8: ! Where's the party? AS THE PRE-CELEBRATION BEGINS, THE DOCTOR MEETS HIMSELVES BY THE FRONT GATES GAURDING THE CITADEL Dr Hammai: @ :::A young man, with an odd resemblence to the first Doctor suddenly appears::: DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 moves to stand underneath the huge gates of the Citadel.::: DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 sees a youbng man standing near the gate. He looks oddly familiar.::: Dr Hammai: @ Doctor !! So nice to see you again! DRTUNA: @ Hello, young man. Do I know you? Dr Hammai: @ Doctor I'm offended. It's me. Or you. I think I got the likeness. Dr Hammai: @ My memory of that time wanes sometimes. DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 is stunned. ::: What? You are, you aRE...but then, you aren't, aRE YOU? Dr Hammai: @ :::In a lower voice::: Mine doesn't. I told you to let me do the body. Dr Hammai: @ :::normal voice::: Oh shush. Perhaps this will remind you Doctor. DRTUNA: @ Now listen to me, you look like a young version of myself, but you are acting very strange. DRTUNA: @ Is this some sick trick being played by Flavia? DRTUNA: @ Come, come. Explain yourself. Dr Hammai: @ :::The young man begins to glow into a being of light. In seconds the glowing ceases::: DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 admires the youthful version of himself. First life, still very young.::: DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 remembers fondly those times::: DRTUNA: @ Why, you are the new guardian! I'm surprised to see someone like you at a mere "party." Dr Hammai: @ Hey, got to keep up with my past. Doctor 2: @ :::Dr #2 approaching::: Dr Hammai: @ So how's the family? DRTUNA: @ Family? I don't get asked that question often. DRTUNA: @ They sleep in my memory. I do not choose to bring it up before me very often. Doctor 2: @ Here, what's all this then? Good gracious me! Dr Hammai: @ Guardian> Oh. Then that hasn't happened yet. Well, keep your eyes open. DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 eyes #2::: Oh no, this is a plot by Flavia! Doctor 2: @ Don't I know you young man? Doctor 2: @ Who is this Flavia character? I received an invitation from her on the scanner and Doctor 2: @ next thing I know, I end up here Dr Hammai: @ Guardian> I better leave you two alone. :::Guardian wanders into the celebration::: DRTUNA: @ Flavia is the Lord President of the High Council. As you can see, she has declared a festival. Doctor 2: @ I HAVE been away a while DoctorWho8: @ :::sees all the people::: {S Hello I am the Doctor DRTUNA: @ I don't know her game, but I'm willing to find out what it is all about. Doctor 2: @ Oh, it's you DoctorWho8: @ {S Would you like a jellybaby DRTUNA: @ I hope she hasn't used the timescoop on you..er on us. It is forbidden. Doctor 2: @ No thanks, I have my own THE NEW GUARDIAN WANDERS ABOUT THE PRE-CELEBRATION IN SILENT CONTEMPLATION Dr Hammai: # Guardian> Oh dear. Dr Hammai: # Guardian> :::low voice::: You just had to bring it up didn't you. Dr Hammai: #Guardian> I thought he knew. Dr Hammai: # Guardian>::low voice:: I could have told you he didn't. He was me. Dr Hammai: # Guardian> I was trying to make conversation. Dr Hammai: # Guardian. ::low voice:: Damage is done now. Dr Hammai: #Guardian> Oh dear. Dr Hammai: # Guardian>::low voice:: Forget about it. Enjoy the party. Dr Hammai: # :::The Guardian finds a disco::: Dr Hammai: # Guardian> You'd think the Time Lords would know disco is dead. Dr Hammai: # Guardian> ::low voice:: Maybe in your universe. Dr Hammai: # Guardian> Well. When in Gallifrey.... Dr Hammai: # :::The guardian aproaches the dance floor, prepared to hustle::: BESIDE THE FRON GATES, THE DOCTORS DEBATE FLAVIA'S SECRET PLOT BroganMc: @::Brogan hovers on the TARDIS threshold surveying the crowd outside the Citadel fron gates:: WLMREO: @::Doctor 4 and K9 mk 2 arrive beside the front gates:: WLMREO: @What the?::looks about the room...:: WLMREO: @::Sees the 10th 2nd Doctor...::K-9 looks like its going to be one of those nights... WrldLeader: @ Agree Masta!...:::Bobs head::: DoctorWho8: @ :::sees the 2nd Doctor::: What are you doing here?! DoctorWho8: @ ::sees the 10th::: And are you me too? DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 raises his hands::: Listen, before we have a temporal implosion, I suggest we retire to.. DRTUNA: @...the Panopticon. I believe the main festivities are taking place there. Doctor 2: @ :::furiously digging through voluminous pockets::: Doctor 2: @ This Flavia character apparently brought my TARDIS here against my wishes BroganMc: @Doctor?! ::joins Doc 10:: Did you say this is a celebration? Of what? DRTUNA: @ Brogan! I don't know what is happening, but we are here on Gallifrey, and there seems to be a party DRTUNA: @...going on. Doctor 2: @ A party? Here? BroganMc: @::sees the other Doctors and groans:: Oh no! Not again! DoctorWho8: @ Well, after you regernerate, #2, you'll have plenty of time to fix the TARDIS. DRTUNA: @ The only problem, Brogan, is that this may very well be the FIRST party ever held on this Planet. BroganMc: @::to Doc 10:: Where are K9 and Zoe? I couldn't find anyone in the TARDIS. DRTUNA: @ K9 might have wandered off, no sign of Zoe. Doctor 2: @ Did you say Zoe? DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 turns to Dr 2::: Yes, that's right. We know Zoe very well, don't we. She is back with us.. DRTUNA: @...again. Doctor 2: @ I pray you're taking very good care of her DoctorWho8: @ K9's here? Which one? Mark 1 or Mark 2? NorisAlex: @ Damon looks around and, seeing the congregation people, he walks over:::: Doctor 2: @ To Brogan>Do I know you young lady? BroganMc: @::turns to Doc 2 and smiles warmly then hesitantly:: You don't remember me, do you? Doctor 2: @ Well, yes, only not yet DoctorWho8: @ I think Sarah Jane still ha s Mark 3. WLMREO: &::Walks up to the 2nd Doctor::What are you doing here? DoctorWho8: @ To # 10> Whick K9's here? DRTUNA: @ Well, there may be more than one, actually. DoctorWho8: @ Oh no, it's #4! BroganMc: @::to Doc 10:: You mean Zoe's missing? Doctor, something could have happened to her! Doctor 2: @ Missing? NorisAlex: @:::He reaches the group and recognized The Doctor and Brogan::: NorisAlex: @ :::Then he stops, recognizing several previous versions of the Doctor::: WLMREO: &YOU!!!the 8th!!! DoctorWho8: @ Quick everyone run. DoctorWho8: @ Stay away your nut! WLMREO: &I'll give you something to run about....::smiles:: Doctor 2: @ To Brogan> Tell me, is Zoe alright? BroganMc: @::to Doc 2 and 10:: No, we found her just after I met you. But now she's BroganMc: gone again! Doctor 2: @ Gone? Gone where? Doctor 2: @ She never had a fair chance with me...Those TimeLords erased her memory DoctorWho8: @ Who's gone> DoctorWho8: @ Zoe? I thought she was back at the Wheel. DRTUNA: @ Stop it! Zoe is safe. She probably hasn't left the TARDIS yet. BroganMc: @::stares at Doc 2 in confusion:: You really don't remember me, do you? Did BroganMc: the timelords erase your memory already> Doctor 2: @ To Brogan> As I said, not yet, but I will...I will NorisAlex: @ Doctor?? DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 is concerned at the growing crowd.::: Well, as long as I'm here, I'm going to the Party. DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 walks away::: This way to the Panopticon! Doctor 2: @ To 10>Oh, I don't think we should go there... WLMREO: &K-9 where are you? NorisAlex: @ Umm....Brogan? WrldLeader: & :::retracts stun ray:: Approach figmented Dr.s carefully Masta DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 slips quietly away and heads through gates.::: DoctorWho8: @ Where's #10 going? Doctor 2: @ To Dr8> Well, at least she's safe DoctorWho8: @ Who, #2? WLMREO: &Oh put that thing away...we are guests.... NorisAlex: @:::slips up, taps Brogan on the shoulder::: BroganMc: @::turns at the sound of her name and gapes at a familiar face:: Councillor Damon? Doctor 2: @ Well, if I know myself, I think we'd better follow him DRTUNA: @ ::: Dr 10 disappears through the gates::: DoctorWho8: @ Follow #10! NorisAlex: @:::smiles, pleased at being recognized::: NorisAlex: @ Just call me Damon, Brogan. Doctor 2: @ To Brogan> Come, my dear, let's see what I'm up to WrldLeader: & :::scanning::: ? :::retracts stun ray hesitantly::: Doctor 2: @ :::Following Dr10::: BroganMc: @What are "you" doing here? I mean, where have you been? WLMREO: &If we must........::fallows the 10th Doc. else::Come along I do hate being left out... WrldLeader: & :::follows::: WLMREO: &::coughs::did you forget about me already? NorisAlex: @ It looks like everyone's going in. Shall we? :::offers Brogan his arm::: BroganMc: @::hesitantly takes Damon's arm and allows him to escort her into the crowded party:: NorisAlex: @ :::talks to Brogan as he escorts her::: NorisAlex: $ to Brogan> Oh, I went to the Orion Nebula for awhile, to get my bearings. IN THE HALLS OF THE CITADEL, THE DOCTORS LEAD A PARADE OF REVELERS TO THE PANOPTICONY DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 moves out of the lobby and down a hall with pointed ceilings.:: DoctorWho8: $ #10, wait up for us. DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 mumbles:: Hope they haven't changed things. DoctorWho8: $ Hoped who hasn't changed what? Doctor 2: $ What do they think they're doing? DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 looks back at Dr2 & Brogan::: Oh, good you came along. DRTUNA: $ Sorry, but I didn't want to miss whatever it is Flavia is cooking up. Doctor 2: $ Of course, I know how I get myself into trouble DoctorWho8: $ What about me, hmm? Are you not happy about my presence? DRTUNA: $ So confusing out there. I can only take one or two of me at a time, really. Doctor 2: $ Yes, quite DoctorWho8: $ Well, #4 is coming up. BroganMc: $::Brogan and Damon pass the entrance gates:: Doctor 2: $ Oh no, not again NorisAlex: $ Then off to Earth and few other places. DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 walks down the hallway::: Well, I do like myself, but I am uncomfortable in crowds. BroganMc: $ ::To Damon:: And get the Master out of your system? It took me a little while too. NorisAlex: $ The old home looks quite different these days. DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 speaks to 8::: I did want to say how much I like the console room you used! NorisAlex: $::to Brogan::: yes, it took a little time to get him out of my system, also. DoctorWho8: $ The white one? DRTUNA: $ Say, anyone got any ideas as to what Flavia is up to? BroganMc: $I never knew anyone could be so wicked. I wonder where the Master is now? Doctor 2: $ Flavia's up to no good if you ask me...whoever she is... BroganMc: ::shivers:: DoctorWho8: $ I just changed the console room befroe I came. NorisAlex: $ Far away from here, I hope. DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 stops at a junction of large hallways.::: Let's see, left isn't it? DoctorWho8: $ Right. WrldLeader: & Sorry Masta :::metalic blush::: WLMREO: &Its ok....::walks into the hall::$Did you see those doors awhile back down the road? WrldLeader: & Yes master WLMREO: $K-9 what where your exact readings? Dr Hammai: $ :::The guardian, in the form of a young first Doctor, appears::: DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 flips coin::: Right, left it is. NorisAlex: $ So, Brogan, what do you think of my new outfit? DoctorWho8: $ No, right. Dr Hammai: $ Guardian> Disco is dead. Doctor 2: $ :::sees guardian::: :::to himself::: I say... DRTUNA: $ ::: Dr 10 nods to Guardian::: Hello, handsome! What a good form you have chosen. WrldLeader: $ Scan was unable to penitrate outer doors Master DoctorWho8: $ :::sees guardian;:: That's not me! WLMREO: $::mumbles::here we go agian..... BroganMc: $I'm sorry. I don't mean to dwell on bad memories. ::checks out Damon's BroganMc: attire:: Very chic. ::smiles:: NorisAlex: $ :::grins::: Thank you. Dr Hammai: $ Guardian> It was one of my favorites. :::looks around::: What is this a convention? DRTUNA: $ ::: A group of Timelords join them in the Hallway, all walking towards the Panopticon::: Doctor 2: $ To Guardian> More of a menagerie, if you ask me WrldLeader: $ Ready to join the party Master? WLMREO: $Well maybe later we will use the Tardis's scanners....K-9>Yes... Dr Hammai: $ Guardian> I can't wait to see the look on your faces..... DRTUNA: $ Well, we're almost there. No time to put on my Prydonian Cardinal outfit, I'm afraid. DoctorWho8: $ No, it's a party old man. Doctor 2: $ :::Dr 2 looking quite uncomfortable::: NorisAlex: $ :::smiles at Brogan:::Well, if we need a Doctor, we have plenty to choose from. WrldLeader: $ Agree Master. DoctorWho8: $ I had to change quickly. At least mine and #2's pants match. WLMREO: $Yes I agree... DRTUNA: $ ::: Before them loom the doors to the Panopticon::: Doctor 2: $ To Dr8> Is that supposed to be a compliment? WrldLeader: $ :::follows::: DoctorWho8: $ Depends on your POV. NorisAlex: $:::looks at the Panopticon doors:::: Doctor 2: $ yes, quite Dr Hammai: $ Guardian ::low voice::> Let's go. Doctor 2: $ ::: to himself::: Oh, I don't want to go in there... DRTUNA: $ Hmm, looks crowded. We'll have to push our way in, but I'm not going to miss this! NorisAlex: $ :::to Brogan::: Listen, if I have to split in a hurry, tell the Doctor I said hello. WLMREO: $#Yes Quite intresating.... DoctorWho8: $ Come on you lot! Doctor 2: $ :::"straightens" bow tie, making it more crooked than ever::: BroganMc: $Brogan>You have a habit of leaving without saying good-bye, Damon. NorisAlex: $ I'll try to not leave this time without saying goodbye, Brogan. THE DOORS OF THE PANOPTICON OPEN FOR THE FIRST MILLENIUM CELEBRATION IN MODERN GALLFREYAN HISTORY BroganMc: #::the doors to the Panopticon open with a welcoming chime:: DoctorWho8: # Right, where are the dancing girls? Doctor 2: $ Oh, dear... better see what's going on... :::enters Panopticon::: NorisAlex: $::enters the Panopticon with Brogan on his arm::: DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 enters the Panoption.::: BroganMc: #::on the Panopticon dais stands a ruby robed regal-looking woman:: DoctorWho8: # Where are the dancing girls, hmm? NorisAlex: $:::sees Flavia and gulps::: DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 looks up and sees ... Flavia on the dais!::: DRTUNA: # Ah, there she is. Doctor 2: $ To Damon> Is that this Flavia person? DoctorWho8: # Is Flavia a dancing girl? That's a sick notion. WLMREO: $K-9 be on your best behavior....::fixs hat and scarf and enters:: BroganMc: #::LORD PRESIDENT FLAVIA TAPS HER STAFF THREE TIMES CALLING FOR SILENCE:: Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::high voice::> :::See's Brogan::: Who's that? WLMREO: #Ah this is it.... NorisAlex: $ :::to Doctor 2::: yes, that's Flavia. WrldLeader: $ Yes Master :::straightens up::: DoctorWho8: $ Blimey, she's gone all gray. Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::low voice::> That's Brogan. One of my 10th Doctor companions. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 moves towards the front, stands at bottom of stairs below Flavia.::: Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::high voice::> Should we say hi? DoctorWho8: $ Could use a regeneration or two to get over that saggy face. WrldLeader: # Master, put me on your shoulders I can not see. Doctor 2: # :::Doctor #2 hiding in shadows::: WLMREO: #::picks up the little K-9 to see....:: BroganMc: #Flavia>MY FELLOW TIMELORDS AND TIMELADIES! IN THE TIMES OF OUR ANCESTORS... NorisAlex: # :::stares around at all the people::: WrldLeader: # AHHH, thank you Master Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::low voice::> Maybe, she met us breifly. I think. WLMREO: #::struggling::Better? WLMREO: #good... Doctor 2: # :::to himself::: "Time of our ancestors"? Hah! What does she know about then? DoctorWho8: # :::K9 Mark 4 enters::: Master, Master? WrldLeader: # You may put me down now Master Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::low voice::> That's not how it happened. DoctorWho8: # Shut up #2. WLMREO: ::puts K-9 down:: BroganMc: #Flavia>THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS WAS TO BE HELD IN CELEBRATION OF PEACE, BroganMc: PROSPERITY AND OUR GREAT TIMELORD SOCIETY. Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::high voice::> Shh. It's dramatic license. Doctor 2: # SORRY! :::quietly::: Oh, sorry DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 coughs nervously::: WrldLeader: # :::becomes apprehensive as Mark 4 enters::: DoctorWho8: # :::K9 mk 4 sees K9 mk 2::: Hello K9 Mark 2 version. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 mumbles::: ...great? WrldLeader: # Hello Mark 4 DoctorWho8: # What was that #10? Doctor 2: # :::to himself::: Boy, she needs some history lessons... DoctorWho8: # K9mk4> Hello MAster #4. DoctorWho8: # Eh? I'm lost. Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::low voice::> It's a load of hooey is what it is. BroganMc: #Flavia>AS WE HAVE WEATHERED MANY STORMS TOGETHER, I BELIEVE IT IS TIME WE BroganMc: NOW CELEBRATE THE GLORY OF OUR ANCESTORS AND SUCCESSES OF OUR PRESENT AND BroganMc: FUTURE EMPIRE. WLMREO: #Mark4>Hello... Doctor 2: # :::to himself::: Well, THAT I can agree with...to a certain extent Dr Hammai: # Guardian ::high voice::> She knows that. It just sounds better than "I felt like having a Dr Hammai: party" DRTUNA: # Ah, civilization, perhaps. :::smiles at Flavia::: WLMREO: #::mumbles::Yes I hope the Master dosen't spoil this such a lovely time im havinng... Doctor 2: # :::biting thumbnail::: DoctorWho8: # I'm still lost? Is she going to let us cross our own time stream like this? WrldLeader: # :::whispers to Dr#4::: Master, unsure about Mark 4's present status, recomend a full WrldLeader: systems diagnostic. BroganMc: #Flavia>AND SO, I DECLARE THAT FOR THE NEXT 3 SPANS, UNIVERSITY CLASSES, OFFICIAL BroganMc: DUTIES AND PUBLIC BANS SHALL BE SUSPENDED. Dr Hammai: # Guardian> :::To Doctor10::: It won't last. DoctorWho8: # :::K9 mark 4 goes over to Doctor 10::: Hello Master. Masters 2 and 8. Doctor 2: # :::to himself::: Well, that's no good DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 cheers::: Now you're talking! BroganMc: #Flavia> LET ALL IN OUR ENVIRONS, BE HE COUNCILLOR OR RENEGADE ::looks pointedly BroganMc: at Docs and Damon:: NorisAlex: #::gulps at the word "renegade"::: BroganMc: #STUDENT OR TEACHER, JOIN IN THE CELEBRATION OF OUR GREAT TIMELORD SOCIETY. Doctor 2: # ToK9> What a charming little dog! WLMREO: #Good Idea K-9.. DoctorWho8: # K9! Wait. Which version are you? DoctorWho8: # K9m4> Mark 4 version Master #8. Doctor 2: # :::to himself:::"Renegade," indeed... WrldLeader: # To Dr4> Be right back Master :::wanders into the crown::: DoctorWho8: # Is he yours, #10? Dr Hammai: # Guardian> :::To self::: It won't last. BroganMc: #Flavia>LET THE MERRIMENT BEGIN! :: nods to a guardsman who turns on a the BroganMc: festival lights:: DRTUNA: # :::Suddenly, beautiful crystal goblets appear in the hands of all those present who have them.::: WLMREO: #k9mk2>ok... DoctorWho8: # Renegade? What? Sorry, K9 distracted me. Doctor 2: # :::Followin K9 and busies himself trying to examine his mechanisms::: NorisAlex: # :::stares at the golden goblet in his hand:::: DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 mounts the stairs and raises his goblet::: I propose a toast! Doctor 2: # :::looks at goblet::: Here, what's this then? NorisAlex: # :::mutters to himself:::Oh, nicely done, a bit flashy but nicely done. WLMREO: #::Looks at the Goblet looking at what century..::Quite intreasting.... DoctorWho8: # Don't worry #2, you'll get your own K9 when you become #4. DRTUNA: # Raise you goblets in salute, my friends! DoctorWho8: # Salute what? DoctorWho8: # Spam? BroganMc: #::Flavia raises her glass in a toast:: Ahh, Venusian brandy! TO THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE! NorisAlex: # :::raises his goblet::: Doctor 2: # To Dr8> I'm in no hurry WLMREO: #::Raises Goblet as well::Yes... NorisAlex: $ To the past, present and future! BroganMc: #::Brogan sniffs her cup suspiciously:: WrldLeader: # ::: scanning:::.....::: decible level in crown rises::: Dr Hammai: # Guardian> ::to self::How ever short that may be. DRTUNA: # I propose a toast! To the Laws of Time, to the Life of the Universe! These we salute! Doctor 2: # Hmmm... I don't like this Dr Hammai: # :::empties goblet::: DoctorWho8: # I think #10's flipped, don't you think #2? Doctor 2: # Probably something he drank DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 loves a party::: WLMREO: #Much rather have tea...:::drinks the resrt of it...:: BroganMc: #::Flavia tips her glass toward Doc 10 and smiles secretly:: DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 drains his glass!::: Doctor 2: # :::pours his goblet out when no one is looking::: NorisAlex: #::::drinks his fill from the goblet::: DoctorWho8: # Don't tell me #10 and Flavia are at item! I'm going to be sick. Doctor 2: # :::to himself:::Venusian brandy? Nasty stuff... BroganMc: #::Flavia takes a long sip staring at the crowd with a serene smile:: WLMREO: #::pretends he drank it...whispers::K-9 come here... NorisAlex: # :::to #8::: You didn't know? Doctor 2: # To 8> I think we're all smarter than that DoctorWho8: # Eh? DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 returns down the stairs and joins the crowd::: AN INAUSPICIOUS BEGINNING TO THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS BroganMc: #::Flavia worries that many seem nervous and untrusting:: DRTUNA: # ::: The Panopticon lights are gaining in brilliance and beauty.::: DRTUNA: # ::: The lights begin moving around the inside of the structure::: DRTUNA: # ::: The lightsd begin growing liquidly, bathing the scene in vibrant but pastel colours::: BroganMc: #::Flavia smiles at the camera crew in the balcony and waves her hand to BroganMc: signal the music to start:: DRTUNA: # :::Now the liquid lights begin to shatter and fall sparkling, as if it is raining glitter::: Dr Hammai: # :::The Guardian makes his way to Doc 10::: WrldLeader: # :::wanders back to dr#4::: Have you mingled with the crowd Master DoctorWho8: # I didn't know what? WLMREO: #Yes....now scan this drink please... NorisAlex: #:::Damon straightens his shoulders::: DoctorWho8: # K9? Dr Hammai: # Guardian> :::hisses::: Doctor we need to talk. WrldLeader: # Yes Master:::scans::: DRTUNA: # Yes? DoctorWho8: # K9mk4> Yes Master #8? NorisAlex: # :::He gently removes Brogan's arm from his::: Doctor 2: # :::Doctor 2 tugging at Flavia's robes from down on the floor::: WrldLeader: # Fluid seems drinkable Master NorisAlex: #::To Brogan::: Excuse me, there's something I must do. DoctorWho8: # Could you please tell me what the blimey herr is going on here? Doctor 2: # To Flavia> Excuse me, miss... WLMREO: #::gos down to K-9mk2 hieght::Well what is it? DoctorWho8: # I am unsure, Master #8. Dr Hammai: # :::In the Guardian's hand appears a digital watch. four buttons adorn its side.::: DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 looks carefully at the Guardian's hand::: Dr Hammai: # Here :::hands the watch to the Doctor::: You're going to need this. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 takes the watch::: What do you mean? Doctor 2: # :::insistently tugging Flavia's robes::: Miss? DoctorWho8: # Well what else is new. WrldLeader: # Appears to be brandy Master. NorisAlex: #:::Damon begins making his way through the crowd to Flavia::: Dr Hammai: # When you need it you will understand its use. Let's just say bad times are aproaching. DoctorWho8: # #2! Quick looking up her skirt! Doctor 2: # :::insistently tugging Flavia's robes::: Miss? Dr Hammai: # Or at least very dificult ones. Doctor 2: To8> Very funny, indeed, sir! WLMREO: #oh....what I feard.....::drops the drink in a plant...Gets up fixs scarf and Hat::K9mk2>Tha WLMREO: -nks.. DoctorWho8: # :::goes to #2::: Stop that or she'll flash us all. BroganMc: #::the ceremonial chimes play a tune hauntingly similar to the Macarena:: WrldLeader: # No problem Master NorisAlex: #:::Damon reaches Flavia::: Doctor 2: # To 8>I want to know why I was brought here! WLMREO: #Oh dear.... DoctorWho8: # Is that the Macarane? Dr Hammai: # :::The Guardian excuses himself::: DoctorWho8: # I hate the Macarane. WrldLeader: # What is it Master? Doctor 2: # The what? NorisAlex: # :::he takes off his hat and goes to one knee::: WLMREO: #k9mk2>20th century dance....that was quite dumb..... Dr Hammai: # :::hears music::: Geez this too? DoctorWho8: # The music that is playing. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 smiles at the Guardian::: Bad times are always c oming, but I have already learned... BroganMc: #::Flavia turns to Doc 2::Oh there you! You made it, I see. Shall we, how do BroganMc: your Earthlings say it, dance? DRTUNA: #...a very important lesson. Now is the most important time for all of us. Doctor 2: # To Flavia> Who? Me? NorisAlex: # Madame President. DRTUNA: # And NOW there is a party going on! WrldLeader: # :::processing::: DoctorWho8: # Don't do it #2, you'll get stomped all over. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 sees a familar figure and runs toward her::: Dr Hammai: # :::In his ear Doctor 10 hears::: You haven't seen anything yet. WrldLeader: # Agree Doctor 2: # To 8> How would you know? BroganMc: #Flavia>It's quite simple, I'm told. A "fad" according to our records of 20th BroganMc: century Terra. DoctorWho8: # I just do, shorty. WLMREO: #k9mk2>Good... DRTUNA: # Leela! You are here! I've regenerated, but it's me, the Doctor! DoctorWho8: # Leela? Where? DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 and Leela embrace::: Dr Hammai: # :::The Guardian contemplates talking to Brogan.::: Doctor 2: # :::Flavia grabs 2nd Doctor and starts gyrating::: Oh my word! BroganMc: #::Flavia begins moving her arms to the beat, her movements are painfully rigid DoctorWho8: # Hmm...better stay away for right now. BroganMc: but correct:: WLMREO: #I still thinks its a dumb dance...... DoctorWho8: # Snuff her with jellybabies, #2! WrldLeader: # :::scanning::: Mistress?,....Miiiistress. Doctor 2: # :::Doctor 2 not dancing very well, either::: :::Looks quite embarrassed::: BroganMc: #::Brogan gapes at Flavia doing the hip gyration:: DRTUNA: # Leela> Doctor, I have wondered about you! But what is going on here? DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 to Leela::: The same old thing, Leela. The totally unpredictable and unbelievable! Doctor 2: # To gyrating Flavia> Now that I have your attention, madame, could you answer a simple Doctor 2: question? DoctorWho8: # ::goes to #4:::: Hello #4 and K9 mark 2, right? BroganMc: #::Flavia blushes and giggles like a schoolgirl shaking her booty:: NorisAlex: # :::Damon stands up, painfully embarassed, and walks back over to Brogan::: WLMREO: #::takes out a bag of JellyBaby's and starts to eat some...:: Dr Hammai: #:::Guardian makes its way towards Brogan::: DRTUNA: # Leela> Yes, Doctor, you are right. Some things never change! :::smiles::: DoctorWho8: # :::also takes out jellybabies::: BroganMc: #::continues dancing really getting into the beat:: Ask away, Doctor! WLMREO: #k9mk2>Do you want one? DoctorWho8: # I thought you just left Leela here, #4. DoctorWho8: # Do I want what, K9 2? BroganMc: #::Flavia hums softly:: Hey Macarena! NorisAlex: #:::on the way over, he changes directions and approaches the 10th Doctor and Leela::: Doctor 2: # :::flailing and jerking off-beat::: I received your invitation and my TARDIS was DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 puts his arm around Leela::: You know, this may be the center of the temporal universe... WrldLeader: # No Master :::Would make a cynical smile if had a mouth::: Dr Hammai: # Err. Brogan isn't it? Doctor 2: driven off course. Was I brought here for some other reason that to dance with DRTUNA: # ... but it really makes a very good discoteque! Doctor 2: a Chancellor? WLMREO: #K9mk2>Ok....::eats some more...:: DRTUNA: # Leela> Whatever a disciteque is, Doctor, this looks like an enjoyable ritual! BroganMc: #::Brogan turns at the sound of her name:: Yes. Who said that? NorisAlex: # :::to 10th Doctor::: Excuse me for a second, Doctor? WrldLeader: # Batteries running low Master,...will return to the Tardis for the night to regenerate WrldLeader: power DRTUNA: # Leela> Can you teach me this dance, Doctor? Dr Hammai: # Hello. You may not remember me. It was that time with about six or seven doctors. DoctorWho8: # Bye K9 2. WrldLeader: # Good night Masters WLMREO: #K-9mk2>If you must.. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 to NorisAlex::: Ah, perhaps you can help us with this dance? Dr Hammai: # I'm the new Guardian of space/time. DoctorWho8: # Must you be like that, #4> NorisAlex: # I'm not much good at dancing, Doctor. BroganMc: #::Flavia playfully bumps the Doc 2 when she turns:: I'm the Lord President BroganMc: now, Doctor. NorisAlex: # Actually, I had a small favor to ask you. DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 looks at the crowd and smiles::: Being good at dancing doesn't seem to be stopping anyone! DoctorWho8: # Look at them making idiots out of each other. WLMREO: #Oh dear..... Doctor 2: # Oh dear, how time flies -- Ow! :::Flavia steps on his foot::: DoctorWho8: # Oh dear what? NorisAlex: #:::reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small wrapped package::: Doctor 2: # :::hopping on one foot:: :::off-beat::: WLMREO: #How fast Time gos.... DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 looks at the package::: Dr Hammai: # Guardian> I just thouht you should have these. NorisAlex: # Would you be so kind as to give this to Flavia when you get the chance? DoctorWho8: # What? BroganMc: #Brogan>New Guardian? But aren't you supposed to be pure energy instead of a person? WLMREO: #Quite amazing..... Dr Hammai: # I can change my shape. It comes with the job. NorisAlex: # I was in Marrekesh...at least I think it was Marrekesh...and I saw this unique timepiece. BroganMc: #::Flavia laughs at Doc 2:: I do believe you have two left feet, Doctor! Dr Hammai: # :::The guardian hands Brogan 2 items.::: Doctor 2: # To Flavia> Only one left one,now NorisAlex: # When I saw it, I said to myself, 'Flavia simply must have this!' DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 takes the package and stows it in his pocket::: Oh if you wish. DoctorWho8: # Well I'm not having fun. I'm going to go now. NorisAlex: # Thank you, Doctor, very much. DoctorWho8: # Bye #2, #4, and #10. BroganMc: #Flavia>It's really not that different from our regimented excercise routine. Here BroganMc: let me show you. WLMREO: #Bye.... DRTUNA: # :::Dr 10 turns back to Leela, and they try to teach each other to dance.::: Dr Hammai: # :::The first is a booklet entitled "Dealing with Cults":::: Doctor 2: # :::hopping on one foot::: Oh, good bye, Doctor NorisAlex: # :::walks back over towards Brogan and the Guardian:::: Doctor 2: # :::trying to keep up with Flavia::: BroganMc: #::Flavia guides Doc 2's arms in motions to the beat:: Right hand, left hand, Dr Hammai: # :::The other is a silver ring with an unreadable inscription::: BroganMc: turn, turn... DoctorWho8: # ::: the 8th Doctor slips out and heads back to his TARDIS::: Doctor 2: # Oh dear! Oh, my word! ::: flailing about::: NorisAlex: # Well Brogan, I must be off now. BroganMc: #Flavia>That's it! Then cross your arms and wrap them around your hips like this.. WLMREO: #::fixs his hat and Scarf....looks quite nice...::Good Night everyone...::gives his famous s WLMREO: -mile and makes the trip back to the Tardis:: NorisAlex: # It's been wonderful seeing you again, take care of yourself and the Doctor, and Zoe too. Doctor 2: # My what? Oh, my giddy aunt... BroganMc: #Brogan to Damon>You're leaving already? But the party has only started. Dr Hammai: # :::The Guardian disapears::: NorisAlex: # Damon to Brogan> Yes, I'm afraid I must. It's bringing back too many bad memories, that Doctor 2: #:::grabs Flavia and extemporises the Tango in the direction of his TARDIS::: NorisAlex: # I'd rather not remember. BroganMc: #::Flavia chuckles over Doc 2's red-face embarrassment:: NorisAlex: # :::bends over Brogan's hand and kisses it::: NorisAlex: # Farewell, Brogan. BroganMc: #::Brogan blushes: Take care... until we meet again! NorisAlex: # :::smiles::: Until we meet again! NorisAlex: #:::puts back on his fedora, turns ands walk out of the Panopticon::: BroganMc: #::Flavia and Doc 2 tango to the TARDIS, everyone stares:: DISCREET EXITS FOR THE DOCTOR DoctorWho8: $ :::heads back down the hallway::: DoctorWho8: & ::::get's back to his TARDIS and sees the others:::: Hmmm...Police Box Lane. DoctorWho8: & :::giggles like the 1st Doctor and goes back inside::: DoctorWho8: & {S TARDIS Takeoff WLMREO: $::Makes it to his Tardis::Miss me K-9? WLMREO: $::punches in the cordinates and starts to dematerlize but stops...I hit it...and it demater FORMER COUNCILLOR DAMONMAKES A DISCREET EXIT NorisAlex: $:::upon reaching the Pyramid TARDIS, he takes out his key, opens the door and enters.::: NorisAlex: $ :::never looking back or sideways, not wishing to see anything he might regret seeing:::: NorisAlex: $ Damon to Smithers> Well Smithers, it was certainly interesting! NorisAlex: $ :::Damon busies himself at the controls, resetting the coordinates::: NorisAlex: $ Smithers to Damon> Where to now, sir? NorisAlex: $ Damon to Smithers> Oh I dont' know. Anywhere but here, I guess. NorisAlex: $:::Damon makes the final computations and presses a button.::: NorisAlex: $:::The time rotor begins it smooth, relaxing up and down movements.:::: NorisAlex: $ Damon> Well, I think Flavia will like her present, if she ever gets it, that is. NorisAlex: $:::placing his hat and coat atop the chair, he makes his way to his room, and rest.::: PLANTING THE SEEDS, THE NEW GUARDIAN VISITS THE CURRENT DOCTOR'S TARDIS Dr Hammai: % = Doctor 10's TARDIS Dr Hammai: % :::The Guardian appears in the Doctor's TARDIS and finds a bookshelf:::: Dr Hammai: % :::The Guardian removes a volume entitled "Deprograming made EZ" ::: Dr Hammai: % :::and places it in a drawer:::: Dr Hammai: % :::The Guardian pulls a pocket watch out of the air. It has a tag sayin "To Zoe". ::: Dr Hammai: % :::The pocket watch is placed on the console::: Dr Hammai: % Guardian> Well that's done. Dr Hammai: % Guardian ::low voice::> You don't think you made it too easy? Dr Hammai: % Guardian> It will never be too easy. Especialy after what's going to happen to K-9. Dr Hammai: % And after that.... Dr Hammai: % Guardian ::low voice::> Good point. Dr Hammai: % Guardian> I've just made a very tough path a little easier. Dr Hammai: % :::The Guardian disapears::: GOING SO SOON, DOCTOR? BUT FLAVIA HAS AN URGENT MESSAGE Doctor 2: & :::after reaching TARDIS, Doctor and Flavia stop dancing::: Doctor 2: & :::Doctor and Flavia giggling and short of breath::: Doctor 2: & ToFlavia> Well, dear lady, I must say : I should have had that Venusian brandy after all BroganMc: &::Flavia sighs heavily:: Oh my! I haven't had that much fun since our old BroganMc: college days. Do you remember, Theta? Doctor 2: & :::abruptly::: don't call me that! Doctor 2: & :::smiling::: sorry Doctor 2: & Yesm those pranks we used to pull on... well, let's not mention them BroganMc: &::Flavia teases::You're still sensitive about it after all these years, The... BroganMc: Doctor? Doctor 2: & Yes, please Doctor 2: & And you are...Madame President? BroganMc: &Flavia>You are an original, Doctor. I'm sorry not to have you around my BroganMc: Citadel more often. Doctor 2: & It's nice to make your new acquaintance yet again BroganMc: &Won't you consider returning to Gallifrey and being my Chancellor? Doctor 2: & Oh, well, we both know why I can't be here Doctor 2: & I'm a bit of an exile these days BroganMc: &::Flavia sobers abruptly and leans closer to Doc 2 for more privacy:: Yes, it BroganMc: would be BroganMc: too dangerous. Doctor 2: & Flavia, I must ask you a favour...can you return me to my original flight path? Doctor 2: & Ben and Polly are probably quite nervous as of now BroganMc: &Flavia>But Doctor, there is something I need to talk to you about. A danger BroganMc: to Gallifrey. Doctor 2: & ::quietly::: Oh, no! Tell me more... BroganMc: &::Flavia looks around nervously checking out her audience of Citadel guests:: BroganMc: &Flavia whispers to Doc 2 cryptically>The celebration will be open for 3 spans BroganMc: Doctor. Doctor 2: & 3 spans? BroganMc: &Flavia>I can't discuss this here, but perhaps you and your selves could BroganMc: return when the festivities wind down> BroganMc: &Flavia>2 weekdays according to your relative Earth time. I will send another BroganMc: message. Doctor 2: & Oh, dear...sounds ominous BroganMc: &Flavia>Please come, Doctor. I need you. As always... Doctor 2: & Well! You know I and my selves can conquer almost anything :::smiles::: Doctor 2: & ...given time BroganMc: &::Flavia returns to the crowd, dancing her way back to the Panopticon:: Doctor 2: & ::takes out key and unlocks TARDIS::: Doctor 2: & :::Yet another Police Box dematerialises::: 2ND DOCTOR LEAVES GALLIFREY CONTEMPLATING FLAVIA'S CRYPTIC WORDS Doctor 2: + :::setting controls for no reason::: Doctor 2: + Two weeks, eh? We'll just see about that! Doctor 2: + :::explosions::: :::smoke::: Oh my word! ==================================================================================== TIME LOGS ==================================================================================== Damon's Log 1-1-97 Gallifreyan Holiday, Pt 1 By NorisAlex Damon stepped up to the small pyramid that stood next to several blue police boxes lined up outside the Panopticon on Gallifrey. He smiled to himself. "Well, at least mine has a working Chameleon Circuit." Retrieving his key from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, he opened the TARDIS door and went inside. As usual, Smithers was waiting for him, ready to take his hat and coat. "How did things go, sir?" Smithers inquired. Damon handed his hat over, but kept his coat on. Smithers raised an eyebrow, then waited for Damon's reply. "It went better than I expected, but less than I had hoped." Damon's fingers undid his Mickey Mouse tie while he approached the TARDIS console. He continued speaking whilst entering a new set of coordinates. "It was, indeed, a revival of the Celebration of Light. Flavia was true to her word. No one tried to arrest me, nor even raise an eyebrow in my direction." The calculations completed, Damon flipped a last switch. The time rotor began its smooth up and down movement. The TARDIS departed Gallifrey, with only the sound of it's flight left behind, to hang in the air briefly before fading away. "I now know," Damon spoke again, "what it's like being beneath someone's notice, Smithers. I expected at least some kind of recognition from Flavia." "And she didn't, sir" Smithers sympathetically confirmed. "No, she didn't. I approached her and she completely ignored me. I was forced to ask the Doctor himself to give Flavia's present to her." At the mention of the present, Smithers almost imperceptively grinned. Damon saw it though, and grinned also in response. "Yes. Well, I hope she enjoys it" Damon wryly added. He then walked over to the inner door to the TARDIS. Reaching it, he turned back towards Smithers. "Please start dinner, Smithers, and I'll be up shortly." "Very good, sir." Dmaon stepped thru the inner door and closed it behind him. Turning left, he walked down a short corridor, opened the next door, and stopped at the ornate iron gate blocking his way. Retrieving his key ring, he opened the gate and stepped thru into the Edwardian-style elevator that lay beyond. Closing the gate behind him, he took the elevator down to the next level of the TARDIS. He left the doors open behind him as he exited onto the main corridor of the 2nd level. He walked down the soothing, sky blue corridor to his Memorabilia Room. Turning on the lights, he saw the locked glass cabinets, as yet only sparsely filled. Going to one case, he unlocked and opened it. Soft lights came on inside the case as the door opened. He opened his jacket, and retrieved the goblet he had toasted Flavia and Gallifrey with. He placed it inside the case, next to the Ivory Cup of Hallingford. Closing and locking the case again, he stepped back and admired it. "Well, at least I have something to remind me of Gallifrey, now." A thought came to him as he took the elevator back up to the main level. He had seen the Doctor and he had seen Brogan. However, there had been no sign of Zoe! He hoped she was all right. With an effort, he made himself stop worrying. She was with the Doctor, she was as safe as she could be. Damon went down to the dining room, to a candle-lit dinner served to him by Smithers. A lonely life, at times, but a satisying one, nonetheless. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Flavia's Log 1-1-97 Gallifreyan Celebration, Pt 2 By JenKoko/BroganMc TARDIS Timecode a8743w.3378 Matrix recording of subject [Chancellor Flavia, acting Lord President of the High Council of Timelords] begin.... Standing with the bearing of a queen, Flavia discreetly surveyed the boisterous celebration from the empty Panopticon dais reserved for the president and members of the high council. A smug smile faintly animated her otherwise rigid expression. Only the all-knowing Matrix registered the depth of her satisfaction. It had been tricky at first. The first few solar cycles after Flavia declared the Gallifreyan Celebration open were filled with awkward moments of suspicion and hesitation. The old guard in the colleges condemned the festivities as frivolity instituted to suspend their "most-important" but otherwise meaningless research. Flavia's many rivals, more than she ever realized she had, openly suspected her of using the celebration as part of another ambitious scheme. Flavia couldn't fault her people for their suspicions. She was a proud Prydonnian through and through. Arrogantly confident, wily and yes ambitious were the adjectives used to describe those wearing Prydonnian red. She was no less and yet no more a cunning Prydonnian than the first and greatest timelord of that noble order - Rassilon. It was Rassilon who held the first Gallifreyan Celebration in honor of the new millennia when time travel was new to the timelords and the future boded the conquest of time and space. Several millenias had ticked by transforming the conquering Gallifreyans to peaceful observers and stewards of time locked in their own stagnant restricted society. Now, even the eldest living timelord under Flavia's command was too young to remember the ancient days or it's grand eccentricities. It was only by consulting the APC Net for guidance with her troublesome problem that Rassilon was able to suggest a renewal celebration. Steadily making her way through the crowd of revelers lingering in the halls of the Citadel, Flavia admitted, Rassilon's mind proved as cunning and wily as his reputation. All of Gallifrey, from the lowliest technician to that suspicious twit of a Castellan, was lulled into a state of contentment, security and confidence. To the people of Gallifrey, the future was once again bright under the novel rule of Chancellor Flavia. All suspicion forgotten, all recent failures conveniently brushed aside, Flavia's people had renewed faith in her ability to command. Despite the Shada jailbreaks or the treason of Councilor Damon, all of Gallifrey once again trusted Flavia to safeguard their empire in time and space. Discreetly disappearing into her private quarters, the serene smile plastered across Flavia's regal face crumbled into a relieved sigh. As she casually rested against the doors, the muffled conversations in the hall just outside echoed across the stark office of the president. A desk, a chair and a computer link to the Matrix all of boring Gallifreyan design was all that decorated Chancellor Flavia's prim quarters. Engaging the door lock, Flavia called out to the empty room. "EnviroScreen Terra Period 5567.1810 activate. Acoustic background Beethoven 5th Symphony. Begin playback." As if by magic, a bright light flashed and the environment projectors rearranged the stark room to a luxurious Earth-type sitting room similar to the rather flamboyant houses decorated in early 19th century Earth. The dulcet tones of the distinctive old Earth music drifted through Flavia's quarters effectively blocking out the outside world and recreating the haven she had craved of late. Helping herself to the hot-brewed tea always placed by the enviroprogram on the intricately carved table replacing her austere desk, Flavia relaxed a few moments on the nearby gold-brocade settee. How odd it was that she found contentment in the decor of a primitive class one civilization that honored pacifists and made heroes of violent conquerors. Earth was such a backwards little planet, but Flavia blamed another timelord for her macabre interest in Terran culture. In University, she admired his intellect, envied his quickness. All Theta needed to solve a problem or answer a question was the motivation to do so. He continually stumped their instructors by pointing out the weakness' of their lessons and improvising a better way of solving the problem. By all accounts, he was a natural-born genius who suffered from a terminal case of restlessness. Flavia, by contrast, earned her academic honors through decades of tedious study. She had been blinded to everything and everyone besides her studies and her incomparable, reprehensible classmate. He drove their instructors mad with his bizarre interests in other cultures and seemingly total disrespect for timelord society. And when he disgraced the proud Prydonnian college by sneaking off and choosing the life of a renegade, Flavia outwardly joined her fellow timelords in ostracizing him. But the centuries had passed and Theta was no more. The reckless student of long ago had become a sort of cosmic savior used by the timelords as much as ostracized by them. Flavia learned his true history once she had been inducted and introduced to the Matrix. Theta was but another name he called himself. Now known as the Doctor, countless worlds credited him with their survival. He had done the forbidden and now all of time and space relied on the heroic talents of this cosmic wanderer. Thoughtfully, Flavia stirred her tea considering the implications of her next action. The Doctor would be furious to learn what she had just discovered with the aid of the Matrix. If she withheld the truth, he would inevitably stumble across it. The Doctor had a knack for stumbling into trouble. But even if she told him the complete truth, the Matrix predicted he would be unable to prevent the catastrophe. A ball of light flared brightly by the elegantly-carved table. Within a second, the ball lengthened into a tall humanoid shape with no discernible features beyond a distinct male voice. "Why do you delay? You know what you must do, Flavia." The tea cup jittered in her hands spilling a few drops on the saucer, but Chancellor Flavia made no other outward sign of reaction from her visitor's unusual arrival. Though this was only his third visit, she was growing accustomed to his mysterious mode of travel. Regardless, showing emotions such as surprise or worry only hampered one's analytical thinking and made one's enemies think one was in a vulnerable position. "I was just going to summon him," she began in a nonchalant tone. "But if there is nothing he can do, would it not be best if I..." "The Doctor must be told!" interrupted the harsh male voice. "You wanted the secrets Flavia and now you must honor your end of the bargain as Rassilon did before you." "I am but a pawn to you, are I not?" Flavia retorted sharply. "A pawn in someone else's game? How very apt for the mistress of schemes," the visitor mused. "But this is not a game, Flavia. The chain of events has already been set into motion. The Doctor must be told. See to it." In the blink of an eye, the light figure flashed and vanished leaving Flavia alone with her frustration and disgust. She was loathed by criminals, envied by her academic rivals and pitied by renegades, but only the mysterious figure dared to treat her with condescension. As if she were a rebellious pupil determined to experiment with forbidden knowledge. Once again Flavia cursed her foolish interest in the Celestial Experiments. She had destroyed all evidence of her forbidden studies, but obviously she could not banish their consequences so easily. If the stranger was to be believed, Rassilon would pay for his curiosity entombed in eternity. A hint of fear trickled through Flavia's ice cold veins when she wondered what her punishment would be. Then she realized as the Lord President of Gallifrey she was already living it. Trapped by position and power, Flavia was imprisoned in her cold, antiseptic world of psuedointellectuals and overbearing egos. She longed to be free to wander and travel like the Doctor. But the Doctor was not free. He was as much a pawn as they all were. Together, the timelords asked to be pawns. It is the price of their discoveries. And it is their discoveries that will be their downfall. It is only a matter of time. Setting her tea cup aside, Flavia settled the Matrix coronet over her elegantly-braided coiffure easing herself into linkup with the Time-Space Matrix. It took only moments to locate the Doctor's distinctive Type 40 TARDIS in all time zones. She broadcast her message to as many regenerations of him as she could find. [Begin Matrix Message to Type 40 TARDIS, Operator THE DOCTOR] Doctor! How naughty of you to duck out of our celebration when it is just getting underway. If you can tear yourself away from your senseless meanderings, I require your presence immediately concerning certain delicate matters. Unless you'd rather see that pathetic little planet you like so much as a bunch of floating space dust, it would behoove you to attend our Festival of Lights to commemorate Omega's triumph over the Eye of Harmony. TARDIS Timecode a8743w.3380. You need not worry about showing your faces as it is a masquerade, but I warn you to be wary of the guests you may encounter. Security has been a bit lax and invited a few unwarranted visitors you may find troublesome. It is imperative I speak with you, Theta. I have made a terrible mistake. My hope is that you will not make the same one. All of time and space depends upon it. [Matrix message ends.] ============================== Gallifreyan Holiday Part Two Played January 1, 1997 Premise by: DRTUNA & JenKoko/BroganMc Script by: the NA Doctor Who Sim Players ============================= CAST OF CHARACTERS (Player) (Character) WLMREO 4th Doctor RFain7MC 1st Doctor Kefka4Pres 6th Doctor & Peri NorisAlex Harlequin & Doc 5 DRTUNA Doc 10 and others JenKoko Garbed Lady (Flavia) & others DoctorWho8 8th Doctor LdyRomanna guest THE PANOPTICON PARTY CONTINUES JenKoko: @=Panopticon JenKoko: @::a crowd lingers in the Panopticon while technicians JenKoko: prepare for the festivities:: JenKoko: @::in one corner, 2 old timelords talk:: JenKoko: @Timelord 1>Quite a fascinating display wouldn't you say? JenKoko: @Timelord 2>Yes, yes. Flavia has truly outdone herself. ::pauses:: I wonder why? DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) lingers on the edge of the Panopticon.::: DRTUNA: @ ::: Leela has departed and the Doctor (10) eyes the crowd. He had been day dreaming::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) had been troubled by several events since the festivities began.::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) was suspicious of the "gift" he had been given to hand on to Flavia.:: Kefka4Pres: @ ::Wandering around, examining the guests:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) was also concerned about the note he had received from Flavia.::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) muses::: ...and she called me Theta... hmm... JenKoko: @::the pair of timelords see Doc 10 milling around and attract his attention:: DRTUNA: @ ::: A Zygon shambles forward and has a seat next to the Doctor (10)::: JenKoko: @Timelord 1>I say, don't we know him? DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Surprising to see you here. I didn't think you were the festival type.::: DRTUNA: @ Zygon> Don't engage me in your mammalian stereotypes. I am always... DRTUNA: @ Zygon> ..interested in the rituals which make others weak! JenKoko: @Timelord 2>We know everyone. ::retorts sarcastically:: But yes, he does JenKoko: seem quite familiar. DRTUNA: Dr10> ::: Chuckles::: Your mistake celebration as means and celebration as ends. THE EIGHTH DOCTOR RETURNS TO THE PARTY DoctorWho8: #=8th Doctor's TARDIS DoctorWho8: # :::has just left the Panopicon and Gallifrey::: DoctorWho8: # Hmm...you know, I think I forgot something, but I can't place it. DoctorWho8: # :::pats pockets::: Hmmm... DoctorWho8: # My sonic screwdriver is missing! DoctorWho8: # It must be back at the party. :::runs back to the console::: THE GREY-HAIRED OLDER FIRST DOCTOR RETURNS TO THE PARTY RFain7MC: &=1st Doctors TARDIS RFain7MC: &::Fumbling with the controls to the TARDIS:: RFain7MC: &Oh well I suppose its time I make an entrance RFain7MC: &::Fumbles with the controls some more:: RFain7MC: &::TARDIS lands coincedintely next to the 8th doctors:: RFain7MC: &::Exits his TARDIS:: THE FOURTH DOCTOR RETURNS TO THE PARTY WLMREO: $=4th Doctor's TARDIS WLMREO: $=::looking over circuts...:: WLMREO: $=Well K-9 how abuout a Holiday? WLMREO: $=::gets up...:: WLMREO: $=::Exits the TARDIS and gos back to the party....:: PANOPTICON CELEBRATION: DOCTOR, DOCTORS EVERYWHERE! WLMREO: $=::Enters..::I hope no one has forgoton about me? WLMREO: $::looks over the crowd....::Oh dear....quite a boring party...... DoctorWho8: @ :::the 8th Doctor's TARDIS lands in the middle of the party::: DoctorWho8: @ {S TARDIS Landing DoctorWho8: @ :::pops back out::: Dr8> Has anyone here seen a sonic screwdriver? WLMREO: $Dose He ALWAYS have to make a Dramatic apperaence?::walks up to the TARDIS..:: WLMREO: $What are you DOING HERE? DoctorWho8: $ Dr8> Number 4, did you take my sonic scredriver? WLMREO: $What do you think? WLMREO: $Oh dear...where in trouble...its the 1st Reg..... WLMREO: $Well must be off..... WLMREO: $::leaves...enters his TARDIS...:: WLMREO: $::The TARDIS Dematrelizes...:: Kefka4Pres: @ Sure are alot of TARDIS's around here! Mine should be about here somewhere. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> We celebrate because we are still here. That is what it is all for! DRTUNA: @ Zygon> Your patheticlt romantic view of these affairs is not informative. RFain7MC: @::Looks around curiously at everyone:: DRTUNA: @ Zygon> ::: Stands and wanders off into the crowd.:::: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> :::looks at entrance::: Oh no! It's the first one! JenKoko: @Timelord 1>Of course! ::jubilantly exclaims:: I remember him. Hot head if JenKoko: ever there was one. DRTUNA: Dr10> Wow, what a great costume! I should think he was an Arkalian. RFain7MC: @::speaks to himself:: Odd I would think someone would come after me! DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) wanders over near the snacks::: JenKoko: @Timelord 1>Always challenged my demonstrations in University, he did. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> Now where did Peri run off to? Can't keep my eyes off that girl for a moment! DRTUNA: @ ::: The music rises as a blue silvery shimmering begins to appear sparingly in the air.::: DoctorWho8: @ :Dr. 8>::sees Dr6::: Oh no, now we're really in trouble! Number six has entered. JenKoko: @Timelord 2> Well, he was usually correct, wasn't he? ::sneers:: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> :::sees sonic screwdriver on a table::: Ah there you are. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) sees his other selves in the Panopticon.:::: Kefka4Pres: @ Dr 6> :turns to # 8:: Looks like I don't improve with age. Kefka4Pres: @ Dr 6> At least I can keep tabs on my sonic screwdriver! RFain7MC: @::To Dr 6:: Yes I would have to agree DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) nods to a Timelord dressed in black who is also selecting a snack::: DoctorWho8: @ To Dr6> Yes I have. Have you seen Number 7? DRTUNA: @ TLord in Black> Why Doctor, I thought I might find you here! JenKoko: @::timelord 1 turns to give his companion a surly retort but TL2 is gone:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) smiles::: Sorry, I don't think we've met. DRTUNA: @ TLord in Black> But of course I am the Master! But I am of my second regeneration. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc6> ::to Dr8:: I have better things to do without having to look after myself! DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Really! Why, you look better in later lives but do so much worse. Except for... DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> to dr6> So do I! DRTUNA: @ Dr10> that time when your last body was wearing out! RFain7MC: @::Dr 1 looks curiously at lady in feather mask:: Quite gaudy if I do say so myself DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> :::puts sonic screwdriver back in pocket::: DRTUNA: @ Master> Oh, stop telling me about my future and try one of these kippers! DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) smiles::: Sorry, a kipper's not the thing for me right now. A MYSTERIOUS GUEST ARRIVES NorisAlex: #:::outside the Panopticon, another TARDIS materializes::: NorisAlex: #:::a being in a Harlequinn's costume steps out::: NorisAlex: #:::looking around at first, the being makes his way into the Panopticon::: THE END IS THE BEGINNING AND THE BEGINNING IS THE END JenKoko: @::an exquisitely garbed lady in a feather mask appears in the Panopticon entrance:: NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin stands in the Panopticon entrance, looking out over the crowd::: JenKoko: @::Garbed lady nods at Harlequin:: NorisAlex: @:::Harlequin nods at the Garbed lady::: Kefka4Pres: @ ::To Doc8:: Have you seen Peri anywhere? I leave her alone for one minute..... DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) walks away without a snack::: I wonder how he recognized me but not... JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>You don't need to watch me. I will tell the Doctor everything. DRTUNA: @Dr10> ...I couldn't recognize him? How could that be? DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> to Dr6> No I haven't. Try the Charcelloray guard area over there. She..er..you NorisAlex: @Harlequin>That's good to know. DoctorWho8: @ might get lucky. DRTUNA: @@ ::: The Doctor (10) begins scanning the scene for Flavia.::: RFain7MC: @Dr 1> ::to Dr 10:: Do I know you? DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) knows the costumes are excellent and he doesn't have one.::: Kefka4Pres: @ Dr6> ::looks closely at doc 8:: Obviously I don't DoctorWho8: @ Hmmph! DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) nods to #1::: Why a handsome fellow like you! Yes, we met outside the DRTUNA: @ Dr10> gate Kefka4Pres: @ doc 6> ::wander off:: RFain7MC: @Dr 1> Ahh yes I remember now quite a nice fellow you are JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>You still don't trust me, do you? How much longer will you JenKoko: keep me in thedark? DoctorWho8: @ :::stands by the refreshments::: NorisAlex: @Harlequin>When you have done as I asked, then I will trust you. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) tries to decide which female figure is Flavia.::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) is sure she will be there as a female figure.::: NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin walks away from the Garbed lady, out into the crowd::: RFain7MC: @::Dr 1 walks to the Refreshment Table:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) sees the Garbed Lady and watches her carefully.::: JenKoko: @::Garbed lady broods at Harlequin's back as he disappears into the crowd:: Kefka4Pres: @ ::walks over to Doc 10:: Excuse me, do you where the chanclary guard area is? LdyRomanna: :: walks over to the table and finds a glass of champagne :: JenKoko: @::Garbed lady thinks::: What does he think I am? A fool or a lackey? RFain7MC: @Dr 1>::to Dr 8:: Hoarding it all for yourself ehh! DRTUNA: @ Why yes, out the Bronze Hallway, down Turqoise Street. DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> Hello Number 1. No, I'm trying to keep Number 6 away from eating everything. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) moves toward the Garbed Lady:::: LdyRomanna: :: looks around the crowd. Hasn't seen so many Doctors in ages! :: DoctorWho8: @ :::points to the 6th Doctor::: See? JenKoko: @::Garbed lady thinks:: I am no fool! Perhaps its time for the puppet to pull a JenKoko: few strings of her own. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc6> :: to Doc 10:: thank you, most kind RFain7MC: @Ahh very good planning I believe yes he does look as though he would want to eat it all DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) stops as he makes eye contact woith the Garbed Ladfy::: JenKoko: @::Garbed lady smiles serenely at Doc 10 through her feather mask:: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> Just don't tell him that. NorisAlex: @:::Harlequin moves thru the crowd, nodding greetings to various Timelords::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) smiles back::: Your bearing, so regal, so self-assured. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> It really dones give you away, you know. RFain7MC: @Dr 1> Never of course I understand these things LdyRomanna: :: looks at the collection of poppinjays and wonders which one still has some sense :: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> What things, hmm? DRTUNA: Dr10> I didn't recognize a version of the Master a moment ago, but you... DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) smiles.::: RFain7MC: @Dr1> Oh you know the way one does a thing and tells someone of something else but wants it RFain7MC: all for himself DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) reaches into his pocket for the small gift he was carrying...::: JenKoko: @Garbed lady>Is that a compliment, Doctor? From you're attire, one would JenKoko: assume you did not appreciate your host's invitation? DRTUNA: @ :::...for Flavia. ::: JenKoko: @Garbed lady>This is a masquerade, after all. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Well, what is a costume when there are multiple copies in the room. JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>Did you not read the invitation correctly, or do you fear a trap? DRTUNA: Dr10> How can you afford to allow so much temporal drift, at a party no less. LdyRomanna: :: takes her glass and wanders the room looking for someone a little less showy :: DRTUNA: Dr10> I don't really look for traps, my Lord President, but they seem to look for me. RFain7MC: @::Dr 1 Notices conversation between Dr10 and Garbed Lady:: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> :::takes out jellybabies::: JenKoko: @GLady>You are too suspicious, Doctor. It makes you seem a ... spoil sport? DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Not suspicious, just resigned to everything here having a double meaning. RFain7MC: @::Dr1 walks closer to Dr10 and GLady's vicinity:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) hands Flavia/Garbed Lady the gift he had received earlier.::: JenKoko: @GLady>And what meaning do you see here other than to relax and enjoy oneself? DRTUNA: @ For you, a gift I was told to pass on to you. LdyRomanna: :: contently watching the conversation between the Doc and his Lady :: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) leans toward Flavia::: As to your note. Can we speak here? JenKoko: @::Garbed lady takes the festive package with a touch of hesitation:: RFain7MC: @::Dr1 listens closely to Dr10 and Glady:: JenKoko: @GLady>A gift? For me? ::examines box carefully:: I wonder... ::searches JenKoko: room for Harlequin:: Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> ::notices the master:: Maybe I should ask.......well, maybe not NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin stands nearby, admiring the Panopticon decor::: Kefka4Pres: @ ::continues search for the guard room:: JenKoko: @::nervously G Lady opens the box and stares at the gift inside with shock:: RFain7MC: @::Dr1 scans the room and finds a stangely dressed person admiring the Decor:: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Let me guess, you've had something go wrong with a new project, and... JenKoko: @::Distracted, G Lady answers Doc 10:: My note? Yes, yes, later. Where did JenKoko: you get this Doctor? RFain7MC: @::Dr1 walks to Harlequin:: DoctorWho8: @ :::munches on Jellybabies::: JenKoko: @::G lady tips box so Doc 10 can see contents:: Kefka4Pres: @ ::munches on Jellybabies:: RFain7MC: @Dr1>::to Harlequin::Nice place wouldn't you say? DRTUNA: @ Interesting. Time is our business, or rather, your business, really. JenKoko: @::inside box is a watch with the Master in the center ticking down the time JenKoko: with his rms and legs:: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> I'm just full of ideas! NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin nods his agreement to Doc 1::: RFain7MC: @So what are you here to do. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Yes, and I am sure that you can handle this on your own, and I won't be needed. JenKoko: @::G lady observes the watch with a touch of horror for the Master seems so real:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) smiles at Garbed Lady::: A toy for a Timelord, no doubt. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> ah Peri! There you are! JenKoko: @Garbed lady>On the contrary, Doctor. You are the only one needed to deal JenKoko: with this problem. Kefka4Pres: @ Peri 6> DoCTOr! I'vE beEn LOOkinG AlL OveR FOr YoU! DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Why was I afraid that would be the answer! JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>A very nasty and dangerous problem which you yourself have created. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Me? I/m not acting like I control the balance of time in the universe... RFain7MC: @Dr1>::To Harlequin:: You seem quite rude can't even answer a simple question can you? Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> come along, Peri! I want to get out of here. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> ...the High Council is the one who does that! I'm just a visitor. JenKoko: @::Garbed lady leans closer to Doc 10:: Theta, there isn't much more time. JenKoko: @::Garbed lady grabs Doc10's arm:: You MUST listen to me. NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin speaks, an unknown but recognizeably male voice::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) listens carefully::: I've NEVER failed to do that. Kefka4Pres: @ Peri> ThE SoOnER ThE BeTTer! ThIS PLacE GIveS ME ThE CReEPs! NorisAlex: @ Harlequin>I'm sorry, I thought I did answer your question. JenKoko: @Garbed lady>I, no all of us have made a terrible mistake. We have toyed JenKoko: with things we did not truly understand. RFain7MC: @Dr1>No I asked what you were here for you seemed not to care...Do I know you? JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>If I had known we would awaken them... ::breaks off mysteriously:: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Learning about things I don't understand is my passion, madame... JenKoko: @::Garbed lady nervously searches for the Harlequin:: NorisAlex: @Harlequin> No,but you will. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) frowns::: Them? Who do you mean, them? RFain7MC: @Dr1>what do you mean? Why are you so Cryptic? JenKoko: @G Lady>I haven't much more time before he returns, Theta. I must tell you. NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin leaves Doc 1 and makes his way to the Garbed Lady::: Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> Well, if you hadn't wandered off you wouldn't have been here so long. RFain7MC: @Dr1>::follows Harlequin:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) holds out his hand to Flavia::: Quickly, transfer the information. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> here we are. :: opens TARDIS door:: JenKoko: @G Lady>No, Theta. That will not work. They can hear us. They hear and see JenKoko: everything. NorisAlex: @Harlequin to GLady>Well? RFain7MC: @Dr1>::puts hand on Harlequin's shoulder:: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Touch my hand, make mind contact with me, it won't take a moment. JenKoko: @::G Lady abruptly returns to her stone-faced expression and faces the Harlequin:: Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6 and Peri> ::enter the TARDIS, it is in black and white with levers that don't belong Kefka4Pres: :: RFain7MC: @Dr1> Now see here man I intend to be heard::To Harlequin:: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) is very disturbed by this. He observes the non-verbals...::: NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin takes Doc 1's hand off his shoulder::: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> :::is bored and decides to leave::: Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> this can't be right. Must be the wrong TARDIS. :exits: DRTUNA: @ :::...and they speak volumes.::: DoctorWho8: @ Dr8> What are you two doing in my TARDIS? NorisAlex: @Harlequin to Doc1>Now you are the one being rude and presumptious. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> ::enters correct TARDIS:: DoctorWho8: @ Hmmph. Kefka4Pres: @ Here we are! DoctorWho8: @ :::goes inside his TARDIS::: RFain7MC: @Dr1>I am am I well then perhaps you should answer my question JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>Gentleman please! This is a party. We must let bygones be bygones. DoctorWho8: @ :::takes off::: {S TARDIS Takeoff DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) ponders. Flavia is afraid! Unusual. She fears something close by. ::: JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>The Festival of Lights is meant to celebrate the beginning of a new era. Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> ::hears Garbed Lady and laughs:: NorisAlex: @Harlequin> You will find that the Garbed Lady has the answer to your question. JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>Of the time when Omega gave us the gift of time travel and JenKoko: changed our society forever. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) is thinking quickly, trying to understand all of this.::: Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> bygones be bygones! A new begging! Kefka4Pres: @ Doc 6> It's time we were off Peri DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) focuses on GaRBED LADY::: JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>We have become the stewards of time and space. RFain7MC: @Dr1>::to GLady:: Well then let us do so and let you answer my questions. Kefka4Pres: @ Peri> It'S AboUT TiMe DOcTor Kefka4Pres: {S demat DRTUNA: @ Dr10> I am listening. Tell us, Lady. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> What new age are we entering now? JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>But we are not the "masters" of this domain, but merely the servants. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) knits his brow, frowns, listens, watches.::: JenKoko: @::Garbed lady discreetly eyes Doc 10::We enter an era we have never JenKoko: known and always known. RFain7MC: @Dr1>Please do tell us RFain7MC: @Dr1>Why must it always be that way JenKoko: @Garbed Lady>Together, Doctor, we must tread softly thru time or be it's downfall. RFain7MC: @Dr1>Why can't it just be nice and easy simple laid out in front of me..er..us JenKoko: @::Garbed Lady eyes Harlequin::A toast! DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) notices how she looks at the Harlequin.::: JenKoko: @::G Lady raises her glass of champagne:: To the new era. The end is the JenKoko: beginning and the beginning is the end. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) takes a small cup of steaming coffee out of his coat pocket::: DRTUNA: @ :::a neat trick::: JenKoko: @::G lady gulps down her glass still eyeing the Harlequin:: NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin takes a glass off a tray and raises it in toast also::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) sips his coffee and watches::: JenKoko: @::G lady seems entranced until she suddenly passes out:: RFain7MC: @Dr1>::eyes the goings ons very curiously:: RFain7MC: @Dr1>Oh dear me DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) goes to the Garbed Lady's side::: JenKoko: @::Garbed Lady hits the floor unconscious and the Panopticon scrambles in confusion:: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> My Lady, are you well? RFain7MC: @Dr1>:to Dr10:: Is she alright DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) stands::: Qucikly, get the Medical Unit. JenKoko: @Timelord 1>The President! ::rushes to Flavia's side:: NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin leaves his glass hanging in the air and approaches the Garbed Lady also::: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> The Lord President seems to have passed out! DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) kneels down again, and cradles her head::: RFain7MC: @Dr1>Someone poisoned her drink I'll bet! RFain7MC: @Dr1> Is she ....Dead DRTUNA: @ Dr10> What did she say, the beginning, and the end! RFain7MC: @Dr1>Yes yes of course your right! JenKoko: @::Garbed Lady Flavia is in a deep catatonic state:: NorisAlex: @:::He leans over and says::: Well done, faithful servant. DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) is tempted to touch her forehead and probe her mind.::: NorisAlex: @:::The Harlequin then steps back::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) thinks better of it. Her mind may be too strong!::: RFain7MC: @Dr1>::To Harlequin::What do you mean by that? NorisAlex: @:::shrinks into a ball of light and vanishes:::: DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) eyes the Harlequin and then is stunned as it vanishes::: JenKoko: @::sudennly, Flavia's image fades and vanishes into a ball of light:: RFain7MC: @Dr1>Ahh I knew he was not right now what shall happen DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) jumps back at Flavia's sudden exit.::: A SURPRISE ENDING NorisAlex: #:::another Harlequin steps out of the TARDIS and makes its way to the Panopticon::: NorisAlex: @:::entering the hall, he raises the mask, revealing the face of the 5th Doctor::: NorisAlex: @5thDoc> Hullo, am I late ? RFain7MC: @Dr1>Whats going on here DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) looks around, and suddenly sees the Harlequin/5th.::: DRTUNA: @ Dr10> No, not that mistake again! You were delayed, right, and before you... NorisAlex: @:::walks over to the 10th Doc he recognizes::: DRTUNA: @...arrived, someone in a similar costume was here. NorisAlex: @ Hullo again, has something happened? DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) looks sternly at the crowd::: NorisAlex: @ Again? RFain7MC: @Dr1>Why is it I'm always the one who asks the questions no one knows the answer to? NorisAlex: @ Oh no! I knew I shouldn't have worn this costume. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> This was not the way the Festival of Lights was supposed to end, I think. DRTUNA: @ Castellan! (shouts) NorisAlex: @ But the invitation said a costume party, and this was the only thing I had. JenKoko: @::the Panopticon crowd murmurs in confusion around the Doctors:: DRTUNA: @ :::The Castellan rushes forward:::: My word, what can we do? RFain7MC: @Dr1>Oh well I never can win. DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Castellan, the Lord President has vanished. Search the citadel! NorisAlex: @To Dr10>What happened? DRTUNA: @ Dr10> Monitor for transmat activity in the area. JenKoko: @::panopticon crowd whispers:: Flavia is dead? Where is Flavia? DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) says quietly to himself::: Yes Flavia. I'll find you! RFain7MC: @Dr1>::to Dr10:: And what ever shall happen if she can't be found DRTUNA: @ Dr10> I WILL find her. NorisAlex: @Dr5>I hope they don't ask me to be President again! RFain7MC: @Dr1>And what of you don't DRTUNA: @ ::: The Doctor (10) turns and leaves the Panopticon. ::: Castellan, do your duty! JenKoko: @::Panopticon crowd whispers:: Gallifrey has no president. Who will rule? RFain7MC: @Dr1> Oh well time to go RFain7MC: @::Dr1 enters TARDIS:: JenKoko: @Castellan>EVERYONE! If I can have your attention please! RFain7MC: &::Dr1 and his TARDIS are off for new adventures:: JenKoko: @Castellan>All is in good hands! NorisAlex: @:::5th Doc pats the 10th Doc on the shoulder::: NorisAlex: @You can do it, you can find her. JenKoko: @Castellan>My guards shall maintain order through out the Citadel until the JenKoko: High COuncil can either locate or appoint a new Madame President. NorisAlex: @:::slips away and out to his TARDIS, before they try and make him president again:::: JenKoko: @Castellan>Chancellor Flavia will be found! JenKoko: @Castellan>Under the circumstances, I declare this celebration closed. ======================================================= TIME LOGS ======================================================= Flavia's Log 1-1-97 Gallifreyan Holidays, Pt 2 By JenKoko/BroganMc "A Gift for the Doctor" Deep within the recesses of the TARDIS resided the stately Cloister Room cloaked in serenity and isolation for centuries. With the doors closed, the Cloister Room became a sanctuary akin to the Earth monasteries on which its design was based. Imperceptibly, the ivy branches that streamed down the room's many large stone pillars trembled with the faint hum of the TARDIS. Stone benches strategically placed along a winding stone corridor invited one to pause in silent contemplation. Inevitably, the one occupant permitted access to this room would find himself wandering to the brightly-decorated far corner. There, embedded in the stone wall, lay a roughhewn altar guarding the secret tomb of the War Witch. Freshly-cut flowers, randomly picked from the Universe, garnished the tomb daily. Votive candles, cradled upon the altar, burned brightly in honor of that brave lady and others who had made the ultimate sacrifice for their friendship to the one known as the Doctor. Beside one candle, the crumpled remains of a gold star badge enjoyed its place of honor. The meaning simple. While the flame remained lit, so did the memory of that fallen hero survive. Candle flames flickered with an unusual draft; reflections of the candlelight danced in playful sorrow across the golden badge. Suddenly, the reflections converged into a single point hovering a scant breath away from one tip of the star badge. The pinpoint of light flared brilliantly, then dissolved into a festively-wrapped box. Small enough to fit in the palm of a human hand, the mysterious package had all the markings of a Christmas present. Beneath the bow-topped lid, a seemingly ordinary pocket watch waited to be opened. Again. With precision timing, of alien design, the miniature image of the villainous timelord, known as the Master, ominously ticked down the hours and minutes with his arms and legs. An evil smirk crossed the Master's replica face as if it knew the ominous purpose of the timepiece. Propped against the exterior of the wrapped box materialized a folded, elegant linen card. Inscribed on the outside fold, in flowing gold script, blazed a simple name. THE DOCTOR Within the card, seemingly burned into the paper rather than simply written, the same flowing gold script continued.... My Dear Doctor, I believe this present was intended for you. Examine it carefully. Within it's workings, you will find the answers you seek. Beware Theta, for the countdown has already begun. What has been shall never be. What is to be shall never have been. Forgive me, my friend. My one hope, if there is such a thing, is that you will not make the same mistake as I. Remember! Your strength is your greatest weakness and your weakness is your greatest strength. Yours (in the Light), Flavia