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Author: Lynn Lawson
Character: The 5th Doctor
Date:Saturday, 27 May 2000 02:06:50

Subject: Memories, or lack thereof

I must say, it's rare I've ever cut it so close as when the Priest was holding the knife to my throat, ready to sacrifice me to Artemis.  I'm in debt to Mr. Keegan for saving my life... and the life of my Seventh self as well.  Had it not been for his diversion, we both wouldn't be here to talk about it.  The blinding diversion was followed by the appearance of a dimensional gateway of some sort that opened behind the altar.  We took a chance, and entered it before anyone noticed.  It took us to a strange planet with pyramids and odd columns with stone heads at their tops.  I rubbed my hand over one and its eyes lit up.  I seem to have the knack of starting up statues lately. 

Artemis appeared in the guise of a stone statue.  She mentioned my leaving her there on that planet.  For the life of me I can't recall doing anything of the sort, unless the Time Lords have erased my memory of doing so.  She claims to have a connection with Minos, and has been trapped on that planet for thousands of years.  She described the way I looked when she knew me, and that discription fit with my second incarnation.  I remember that the Time Lords supposedly erased my memory of... something... between my 2nd and 3rd incarnations... I only wonder what that something was.  Anyway, Brogan tried looking into Artemis's mind to see if she could help her, but she got quite a scare, to put it mildly.  I'd never seen her so frightened.  She fainted with the shock.  Mr. Keegan is presently taking care of her, while Seven and I try to figure out what the connection between Artemis and I (or rather, we) is.

End of voicelog...

:::Clicks off tape recorder::: 

Author: TimeLadyX
Character: Lady Romanadvoratrelundar
Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 05:11:12 -0400

Subject: Alphabatizing the Alexandrian Library

[Voice Log, sent to Time Trap communication system]

:::Several moments of static:::  ...the original library at Alexandria still intact.  Simply amazing for such a backwater planet.  Still, it's nowhere near as large as the library on New Alexandria or even the library at the Academy.  :::Static:::  ...left a message for the others at the main desk saying which section I would be in if they ever decide to join....  :::More static:::  ...Just hope they get this message....  :::static:::  ...signal is breaking up even now with the interference by that snow outside.  :::static:::  ...did find something very fascinating.  It seems that the queen and the Goddess...  :::static::: ....new religion around the Beat of Life...  :::static:::  ...and it is sacralige for a man to repeat it.  Certainly explains why the queen reacted as violently as she did.  The Doctor will love hearing what happened the last recorded time a man was caught humming the song in the....  :::static:::  Just goes to prove that man is still a barbaric race.  :::Sound of flipping pages:::  The Beat of Life, as they call it dates back to...  :::static:::  Further than what I would have thought, but not surprising.  But I still haven't found anything here that says the snow started at the same time as the Beat, so it's possible they might simply coincidentally be in the same...  :::static:::  ...something far more interesting.  This chronicles the rise of the queen to power with the help of the Goddes... :::Static:::  ...quicker than any previous pharoah but with greater popularity than even the Great Ramses.  Born the daughter of the great son god, but renamed in the image of the Goddess...:::static::: Sounds like her life parallels Ankhnaten and his turning his back on the Egyptain gods to worship Aten.  :::static:::  ...unheard of, but what's remarkable is the time in which she did it.  There might be more of a mystery to her than what we...  :::static:::  ...again, she might have risen to power so quickly because she could be just a figurehead to the power behind the throne.  I should do some more research first and then...  :::static:::  ...anyone is listening to this, I will meet up with the others at the white...  :::A couple of minutes of static follows::: 

[Log clicks and snaps off]

Author: John Clifford (elfore@aol.com)
Date: Wed May 24, 2000 7:47pm
Character: The 7th Doctor

Subject: Conundrums

The recent adventures of our regular Time Trap crew...myself, myself (the fifth one, I mean), Brogan, Alex-Wan...I mean Alex, Romana, the Brigadier, and Drax...have been quite curious. A series of layered puzzle-boxes. My younger self has now been captured, and Romana has wandered off to who knows where...and yet I find it hard to worry for them just yet. I trust both of them, and I'm far too busy trying to make sense of all that we've seen here. Our latest adventure began after we received a distress call-in Gallifreyan morse, played on spoons, and transmitted to the bar. It seems someone is lost and in trouble here in the Egypt of 1 BC (or thereabouts), and most likely it is someone I know. So far, however, we've been unable to locate the exact source of the signal. Instead, we've seen mystery after mystery. Snow. A queen who considers my spoon-beat the "Rhythm of Life"...and it's playing an offense against a Goddess. A statue carved by some form of high technology, and with improbable scorch marks around it's base. Automated spy-camera drones which seem fixated on my fifth self. A robotic sphinx...which is immune to my charms and clever wordplay! Egypt has some serious and enigmatic anachronisms on its hands, and all these troubles seem to have something to do with the so-called "Goddess", Artemis. I'm not sure just how these pieces fit together, not yet...but I already know I won't like the picture...

Author: Lynn (SpaceProg) <es335@bellsouth.net>
Character Name: 5th Doctor
Date: Thu May 18, 2000 10:30pm

Subject: Captured

:::Audio only, from a tape recorder:::(Spoken quietly) Perhaps I should start from the beginning on how I managed to be thrown into a cell by the Egyptian Queen's army of slaves:

It began as we were following the tracker to the source of the spoon signal, or rather the "Rhythm of Life, as the Queen and her :::Clears throat::: *kind* General call it. We came upon a curious statue that had been destroyed by some sort of energy discharge. Not only that, but the statue surely wasn't carved using the traditional hammer and chisels of this time period.

We continued on to find it start to snow again. Brogan touched a rock and it burnt her hand. Not too badly, thankfully. My Seventh self climbed the stairs up to a landing to get a better look at something hovering in the air. Unfortunately, my field glasses were in my jacket which I had left in the TARDIS, so it had to draw fairly near before either of me could make out what it was.

It turned out to be some sort of remote controlled surveillance drone. For some reason it fixed on me, and quite a few times got a bit too close for comfort.

I managed to duck away from the drone to get behind it, and I and the rest hurried as fast as we good away, trying to lose it. We did in fact evade the drone near a Sphinx statue, only to see another one hovering in the distance. We all got down out of sight. I crouched behind the Sphinx's paw. Then.. (sighs) Cheshire started riding and batting at the drone. Well... that at least kept it from venturing too close.

I then noticed an almost concealed button just not flush enough with the side of the paw to be hidden. Curiosity got the better of me, and I pushed the button. The Sphinx then, to my surprise, opened it's eyes and spoke. The Sphinx obviously was a mechanical construct!

To make a long story short of this encounter, Seven tried to win the Sphinx over to helping us, but it didn't quite work out.

At just that moment, Cheshire was thrown from the drone, and that drone, like the first, made a beeline for me. Shortly after looking in the "eye" of the drone, I and the others heard footsteps coming around a bend. It was the General and a small slave army. I was approached by him, as my other self and my friends escaped detection. After a most charming chat with the General, he told his slaves to seize me and after doing so, they took me to the Temple and so kindly put me in here. Now I'm trying to find a way to get out of-

:::Sound of hustled movement as the tape recorder is put out of sight in the Doctor's robe and is turned off:::

Author: SpaceProg (es335@bellsouth.net)
Character: Lynnaxion
Date: Sunday, March 26, 2000 at 14:13:37

Subject: The Death Zone...

Never have I experienced such outright obstinance toward impending disaster.  I see where Merlin gets it from, although his is far better directed.  We (Myself, Merlin, Romana,  Cheshire, and the Brigadier) had barged into an election discussion, amongst the Time Lords.  The head of the little grouping was named Peregene.. or something similar to that. She was far more interested in the election than the fate of Gallifrey, and the other Time Lords with her weren't any help either, save one.. a Time Lord dressed in dark robes. He helped to convince Peregene to look at the Matrix scanner.  Finally convinced, Peregene allowed us to use the transmat to the Death Zone.  
    Upon arriving at the Death Zone, we came across a cave, that was apparantly unguarded.  We were all set to enter, when a very strange creature emerged.  It was a greyish human-looking creature with no face and no other external features.  Merlin froze immediately and told the rest of  us to do the same.   The look on Merlin's face told that he had encountered such beings before.   The being shot arrows from it's hands, and homed in on the slightest movement. Thankfully, Cheshire volunteered to act as a diversion while we bolted into the cave. So that cat is good for something after all.  
    While we were inside the cave hiding from the Robot, Another red orb fell from the sky.  The Robot turned on it firing its arrows to no avail. We heard Brogan's voice calling for us, but unfortunately it was outside the cave, past the Robot. The orb, upon being sliced open by another of the Robot's built in weapons, emitted something that caused it to go beserk.  It started firing in all directions.  We decided that then was the moment to act.  We got down low and made our way past the insane Robot, in the direction of Brogan's voice.
     Something happened inside the Gallifreyan Capitol that I hesitated to mention...  I felt Morgaine take control of me for a short time.   If I hadn't fought her off, I probably would have killed someone.  Just like Asgorath of the Red Death, I, too, appear to be susceptible to mind control.   Luckily, I wasn't engineered for fighting and killing, therefore it was easier for me to fight off violent suggestions.  I fear though, that Morgaine's influence may get stronger the closer we get to her.

Log Ends 

Author: John Clifford (Elflore@aol.com)
Character: The 7th Doctor
Date: Thursday, February 3, 2000 at 21:22:46

Subject: Regrets

    I am extremely angry, extremely frustrated, and more than a little worried right now.  Almost from the moment we convened in the trap tonight-myself, Romana, the Brigadier, Brogan, and her husband Alex, and the Time Dragon Lynnaxion-I had a feeling things would go horribly wrong.  If only I'd known just HOW horribly, I would have...I should have been able to do SOMETHING...
   But obsessing on what might have been won't help me now.  Or Romana.   Or any of the others.  I need to think this through calmly, rationally.  Figure out exactly what happened, and what I can do to make things right.  And I WILL make them right, so help me...
    The first sign of trouble came when Lynnaxion heard about the strange sword we had taken from Morgaine on a previous outing.  She told us that the sword was made by Lynn's people, the Draconis Temporae, with the help of an ancient off-shoot of my own race.  The Time Lords. These Gallifreyans helped the Dragons to imprison the Red Death-another group of Dragons, who lived only for destruction.  Lynn herself fought in the final battle, locking the Red Death away-and the sword was the key to their prison.  Needless to say, Morgaine's finding of that key was a very bad thing.  We can only hope she did not realize its true power-that the Red Death are still safely locked away.
    Lynnaxion insisted that the sword must be safely hidden away again, but before we could decide exactly what to do, the Time Trap's sensors went crazy.  Two whole ARMIES were on their way to the bar-coming for the sword, we had no doubt. 
    Brogan and Alex activated the Trap's defense system, which would self-destruct the bar as soon as we were all clear-evacuated through the time tubes.  Lynnaxion still insisted on remaining behind, to slow down any who might try to follow us.
    She did, too.  I don't know how, exactly, but she bought us all enough time to escape, to a forest on some distant planet-I never did manage to get my bearings, figure out exactly where the tubes had dropped us.  But when Lynn caught up with us herself, she was in very bad shape.  Romana and I tried to help, but her wounds were too severe.
    Thankfully, a miracle intervened.  The only thing that went right for us on that whole blasted night. She had mentioned earlier a "gift" of some sort, which the ancient Time Lords had passed on to her people.  I had assumed she meant the power of time travel-but I was wrong.  The Draconis Temporae had been born with those powers.  Instead, the Gallifreyans had given them regeneration.  Before our eyes, Lynnaxion was reborn.
    Of course, on that awful night, even this miracle had its downside.   The new Lynn was disoriented, her memory in tatters.  I could sympathize, of course.  I've had similar experiences myself.  Far too many of them. But her timing left a lot to be desired.  No sooner had Lynn regenerated, than the Phanto's army found us.
    I'm really not sure how, but we managed to find a time hole and get everyone through, emerging in some sort of catacombs.  We kept moving, not sure if the time hole had closed behind us or if the Phanto's troops might emerge at any moment.
    Eventually, we emerged in a dusty and long disused banqueting hall.   The place was a mess on another level,
too-time here had been stretched, twisted, and torn in various ways.  We all found the place rather unsettling, and the thought of being caught even more so-but most of all, we feared taking the wrong way out. Leaping through a time hole, and emerging right where Morgaine or the Phanto wanted us.
    So we hesitated, which was a mistake.
    Before we really knew what was happening, someone-a lot of someones, from the sound of things-was at the
door.  We chose a time hole nearly at random, and the Brigadier, Lynn, Brogan, and Alex made their way through.Which left myself, and Romana-who was doing her best to hold that door shut.  I hesitated at the threshold of the time hole, told her to run, but she insisted I go first.
    And stupid, stupid, old fool that I am, I did.
    I found myself in a TARDIS console room, rather like my own.   Those who had jumped ahead of me were already there, but there was no sign of the TARDIS's owner... or Romana.  The time hole seemed to be closing, we couldn't go back for her, but we did manage to get the ship's matrix scanner working-only to see Romana
captured. 
    Before the picture cut out, I saw hands grabbing hold of her. Blue hands.  I am almost certain they belonged
to the Destroyer-the pet demon of Morgaine.
    So now, thanks to my foolishness, Romana is lost.  The rest of us are stranded in a strange TARDIS...a
strange universe, for that matter.  With the bar destroyed, our time rings are no longer functioning properly.
    If Romana was here, we would probably be home already, enjoying a nice cup of tea.  She would have
found some way to rewire the rings, take us back to Mirabilis, or my TARDIS.
    Perhaps she still will.  Because no matter what happens, no matter what tricks and traps are thrown in my path, I am going to find my friend.  And when all is said and done, it is Morgaine and the Phanto who will rue this day...

Author: ProgRock (es335@bellsouth.net)
Character: The 5th Doctor
Date: Tuesday, January 11, 2000 at 11:28:12

Subject: On holiday..

It's off to the Eye of Orion for Peri and I (finally).  Don't know when we'll be back, but I shall miss all of you. See you after the holiday!

Yours in Space and Time..
The Doctor (5th)

Author: TimeLadyX (timeladyx@aol.com)
Character: Lady Romanadvoratrelundar
Date: Thursday, December 30, 1999 at 07:46:53

Subject: For hallucinations, take two Asprin

I hope the others had a very merry Christmas.  At least, I hope theirs was merrier than mine.  The Doctor is still complaining about his cold.  He keeps saying something about he's dying, but I'm convinced he's doing it to gain attention.   So, for the holiday he had us booked into the medical facilities at Letsham, the famous floating pleasure center.  Unfortunately, even after the much needed vacation, my hallucinations still haven't subsided.  I've tried taking the human reccomendation of 2 asprin, but to no avail.  I'm still seeing things where there shouldn't be things and visa versa.  I tripped over poor K9 the other day and severely twisted my ankle.  Not only that, but I got a very lovely gash.  It did heal relatively quickly, but, honestly, I didn't even see him in the hallway at all.  He just suddenly appeared underfoot.  The Doctor, of course, is worried, but he's trying not to show that he is.  I just wonder what I could have done to catch this affliction!
.  I shook hands with several of the Doctors,...I traveled with Raso's suped up Time Ring,...visited that strange TARDIS,...stooped down when the harlequin melted into the floor,...touched it trying to grasp hold of him and ask him some questions,....and breathed in some of his glitter dust...  Great Rassilon!  :::Takes out two more asprin and swallows them quickly:::
     Maybe Brogan will have a suggestion for getting rid of these hallucinations at the New Year's party tomorrow.

Author: Bruce Morton (brucemor@dreamscape.com)
Character: Drax
Date: Saturday, December 25, 1999 at 23:06:59

Subject: The Riddle

 
Even though I haven't had much of a chance to try out the "Tubes", word of the Time Lords' battle with the Harlequin does travel fast around here.  Now, I might not be the big genius my ol' friend Thete - I mean, the Doctor - is, but, well, he DID help me out against the Shadow, and I owe it to him to at least try.

Now, the Harlequin says, quite plainly that this is a "riddle of time".   Well, that sounds like a blatant giveaway to me!  I think the answer might be "Time" itself.  Time is greater than all of us, but we Timelords are (nearly) immortal, mainly because it's spread between our regenerations.

Well, if nothing else, I'll at least get a reunion with the Doctor and Romana one way or another, right?

Drax

Author: John Clifford (Elflore@aol.com)
Character: The Doctor (7th)
Date: Saturday, December 25, 1999 at 03:21:18

Subject: Home for the Holidays

The last few weeks have been in many ways quite  intriguing...if more than a little worrying. After a failed attempt to answer the Phanto's riddle... (Which was hardly a riddle at all, by the way.  More like a combination lock.  So many possible solutions,  and no good way to find the right one.)I found myself in "limbo".  Yet this wasn't limbo at all, really, but a room in the Phanto's TARDIS.  It seemed he was a Time Lord.  Brogan was there when I arrived, and a version of the Master from an alternate universe, where he is a good man, if a little misguided when it comes to invasions and resistance.  Together, we quickly deduced that the Phanto was none other than myself...an alternate version of a future Doctor, most likely the 10th.  This knowledge did us little good, however.   We went over every inch of that room, and the cricket lawn outside, but there was no way out, not even with the help of a sonic screwdriver.  The Phanto builds his traps soundly, it seemed.  I did find I was able to reach out with my mind, to contact some of my other selves.  Yet my contact was still hindered by the telepathic circuits of the Phanto's TARDIS.  She couldn't keep me from sending the message altogether, but she COULD make sure our location, and her master's identity remained a secret.  So for the next couple of weeks I watched my selves and some of our   friends and allies attempt the riddle and fail as I had.  I had faith, though, that sooner or later one of us would win through...so in the meantime, I managed to relax a little.  I played my spoons, and my fifth self and I had some wonderful cricket games.  Eventually, my second and eighth selves, along with Romana and a few others, managed to track the Phanto to his lair, and circumvent his riddle altogether.  They confronted him in his console room, and it appears that his bag of tricks backfired on him.  He shrunk, and then vanished altogether.  Soon after that, all of the captives were free, and several of us retired to the Time Trap to discuss what had happened. Brogan was quite distressed to find herself with only a few days left to get ready for Christmas...which I must confess was partly my fault.  When I first arrived in "limbo", Brogan was so worried about Alex and the kids. I felt terrible, watching her tear herself apart...so I discussed it with myself, when more of me arrived, and convinced them that we should hypnotise her.  Place Brogan in a deep sleep until we managed to escape or were rescued. In the end, though, Brogan not only lost weeks of preparation, but some time she might have spent planning to get round that as well.   To make up for this, I offered to cook Christmas dinner for the Keegans.  (I'm really not a bad chef, you know, and it can be a nice rest from saving planets.)  I also asked Alex if I might bring my friend Ace along...forgetting at the time that Ace doesn't live in the TARDIS anymore, that my girl has grown up. Barely 1000 and I must be senile already!  I decided to bring her along anyway, to stop by Prydon Academy and pick her up.  We don't have any sort of Christmas vacation on Gallifrey, but Ace's instructors (or the boring old gits, as she quite accurately refers to them) seemed just as glad that I was taking her off their hands for a few days.  So just this morning Ace and I arrived at the Keegan houshold, surprisingly without incident, and are now helping everyone prepare for Christmas.  I'm hoping that with Ace around, and Brogan and Alex (the dearest friends I never had-yet) and the kids, I'll be able to lose myself in the holiday spirit, and rid myself of this nagging suspicion that the Phanto will be back, and this time he'll expect a final answer to his
riddle...

Author: Jen Kokoski
Character: Phanto
Date: Tuesday, December 21, 1999

Subject: Answers, answers everywhere, but my riddle no one dares

Answer my riddle, riddle of time. Ask thee I do of timelords three. "What is greater than all of you, lesser than each of you and spread between you?"

Intermission plead they and so we do resume. Answer they do, Master of Black, evil twin to red. Say he "nothing". Nothing I ponder? A coward's answer. One of false pride, nothing is greater than you, say I. "Of course not", claim Master of Evil. And thus pride goeth before the fall. A tap with my bag of tricks and Masters of Black and Red dance apart in "nothing".

This game sees dull, my pawns be pigeons. So clues I offer and trips thru time. First they appear in the orion eye, a transmuted capsule they find. Stuck between now and then. A voice rings out, lost in my game, the Seer seeks an audience. But she be deaf and they be blind, lost forever in time. To my hole, the traveling redhead gypsy finds, leading others thru time. Enter the boisterous one's tomb, the handmaiden's hell cried the lady. A voice rings out, a ghost in time. "Romana, Romana, answer as you were born." Listen she can't, lost in the overlord's will. Seek shelter cry her compadres and back to the Trap they disappear..

Answers again, I ask and they dare. This time the cricketer claims "Space", an intelligent answer. Space is vast yet small, but in a riddle of intangibles answers he a tangible. Another steps forward, to save his self, thiss time a doctor who prefers cats. His brashness leading him he shouts "evil" while his compadres cry. "Evil", he claims, in honor of I. Creature of darkness, creature of evil, of course I answer as I am. But evil am I, or merely curious, or wise? "Powerful it can be," say I, "But uncontrolled it bleeds from the very heart that feeds it." Again pride goeth before the fall, this time timelords two enter my extra-cosmic playing hall.

Cries of potest ring. Doctors friends in mourning. The Lady left, a doctor of mechanical evil redeemed, but another comes. A Doctor in 9. Crass, crude, bold enough to demean, but answer my riddle claim I. "Flatulence" he cries, a gas that spreads in noxious dissarray. No, I fear, in disgusted dismay. This Doctor knows little of the Universe he traversed. Humanoids are but one race some say normal others say cursed. Into my bag of tricks I go, and off to oblivion zaps the Doctor of no abode.

My riddle of time, so simple so obscene. Timelords, timelords, disappearing in threes. Answers I demand, once more I come. This time to ask the lady to answer or be forever undone.

"What is greater than all of you, lesser than each of you and spread between you?" Answer my riddle, creatures of time. Or tickety tock the clock runs out.

Answers they give, some boldly some timid. "Our minds" say one, a puny thing manipulated easily say I. Humanity claims another, Master of red by name. Humanity one of but many races, lesser than many yet greater than none. Tickety tock, the clock runs out. Master of Red joins the Seer at play. Again my riddle, I chime. Answer if you dare. Who goes first? The lady, the cricketer or the professor?

Me, claim thee professor. Curious question upon his face, he approaches to claim his fate. "Life" cries the Doctor, 7 times over. The soul never dies, I concede, but does it even live at all. "In our memories", declares the Doctor, but memory is a fleeting thing. Again a timelord falters. His price disappearing into a fate that never alters.

Intermission plead my pawns, so for a time I am gone.

Author: TimeLadyX
Character: Lady Romanadvoratrelundar
Date: Tuesday, December 21, 1999 at 06:39:50

Subject: Riddles and Rhymes

I make this log with a heavy heart, as the Doctor might say.  Brogan is still missing, several of the Doctor's incarnations have been snatched away by the dastardly harlequin, and I've been sentenced to his world next.  I don't have much faith in my response.  I've never been very good at riddles.  Puzzles, yes, but riddles, no.  And I especially don't have much faith after seeing 4 Doctors and 2 Masters fail the riddle.   But my companion Doctor has been telling me not to worry because he'll rescue me if I should fail it.  He suggested that I should carry a homing device just in case anything goes wrong as well as K9's dog whistle.  That bit of advice certainly let me know just how much faith he has in me, as well.
     As far as the harlequin goes, I'm still positive that he is not the mastermind behind the Time Scoop operation.  I do think he might be working in partnership with the original culprit or perhaps underneath, but the Time Scoop in general doesn't seem quite his style.  And that other version of me that was wandering around on Gallifrey during my ordeal with Rassilon also bothers me.  She simply didn't sound like me.  I know that regenerations do change a person in more ways than one, but I do know how to control my regenerations and I don't think I would change that radically.   There was something about her that simply didn't feel right.  If she was a hologram or even an android, it leads me to wonder if perhaps the mastermind behind this could be an alterate version of myself.  Rassilon knows that Davros has mentioned there being alternate versions of the Doctor, one of which was known as the "Butcher of Terminus".  If his was capable of butchering an entire planet, it makes me wonder how much my double might have been capable of.
     For future reference, pending we survive this mission and I don't have to spend the rest of eternity in limbo (Not saying that would be completely bad considering it would at least keep me out of Rassilon's reach for a good while), remind me never to invite that 9th Doctor to any of our dinner parties.  I'm not saying he was a bad sort.  Just that I had to spend most of the first two hours back to the TARDIS cooped up in my room with a bottle of air freshener.

Author: Bruce Morton
Character: Drax
Date: Thursday, December 16, 1999 at 01:37:58

Subject: Arrival

Well, I'm sure you're all wondering what I've been doing since that big war between Atrios and Zeos some time ago.   Well, being a time-hopping Mr. Fixit keeps me very busy, let me tell you!

While I was helping the Atrians rebuild, it seems a few Daleks decided to take advantage of the chaos and spread their usual mischeif.  Well, I just let it casually slip that there was a supercomputer sitting up on Zeos.  THAT got their attention!

I lured the whole group up there, reconnected Mentalis and then reprogrammed it - to give out one whopper of an Electromagnetic Pulse!  That certainly wiped out the Daleks - and, sadly, Mentalis.  I hadn't counted on the resulting explosions, so, when I finally awoke, I was quite literally a new man. These regenerations are quite disorienting!  I even lost my little Brixton dialect!

Well, after finishing out my little job on Atrios, I was doing a little maintenance on my TARDIS and discovered someone had stuck a Time Ring in the works.  Needless to say, that's how I found the Trap Bar.  I keep wondering if my old friend Theta Sigma (or The Doctor, as he calls himself now) might have put it there.

I met an interesting fellow here at the bar the other day.  Calls himself Nicholas of Myra - a Time Lord living on Earth for a few of their centuries.  Got himself converted to Christianity of all things, so a lot of people started calling him a saint of just about everything.  It must've really gone to his head, because now he's become some kind of big philanthropist, giving away lots of toys and goodies all over the place around Christmas.  Even disguised his TARDIS as some kind of flying sleigh with eight reindeer.  That's how he's able to cover the whole planet with toys in just one night.

Saw one of the Doctor's friends here too - Romana-what's-the-rest-of-it.  Don't think she's recognized me what with the regen and all, though.


Author: ProgRock
Character: The 5th Doctor
Date: Friday, December 10, 1999 at 19:17:29

Subject: Self Doubt

The more I think of my future incarnation's proposed answer to the Harlequin's riddle, "evil".  The more I worry about the possibility of it being wrong.  I know I should trust myself, but the answer of "evil" bears less and less certainty every time I think on it.  ::Sighs::.. I don't know how many of my selves I can lose before I become too weak to carry on.   I will continue to think over this Riddle and perhaps come up with an answer of my own.  That way, if my future incarnation fails in answering the question correctly, I may be able to. If I and my 2nd incarnation fail, I fear it's up to the Sorceror and Romana.

     The answer, I believe has to do with a binding force of the Universe.. I'm not 100 percent sure of the answer that I will throw to the Clown but it gains credence the more I ponder it. It fits all the criteria as well.. or so I believe.   I hope we all manage to get out of this one.  Someone needs to get Peri home and take care of my TARDIS.

    I'm getting tired.. I need to rest a bit before I do anything else.. the loss of only one of me is starting to be felt.  I wonder if the others feel the same way. More than likely they do.  I can tell Peri is worried about me. I told her of the problem we're facing and she wants to come and help.  I can't let her.. it's far too dangerous.  I don't the Ring will work for her.  It seems to be meant for me.

   Well that's that.. I need to lie down.  I hope to come up with a definate answer soon, for Brogan's sake, and for all of our sakes, I hope we all get through this.

Log entry ends.... >>>

Author: TimeLadyX
Character: Lady Romanadvoratrelundar
Date: Friday, December 10, 1999 at 00:10:03

Subject: Rules and Riddles

I was rather surprised to encounter the 5th Doctor at Time Trap today.  The last time I saw him was during that ordeal with the anti-matter creature.  It was a bit distressing that he didn't remember it.  But then, it's most likely that he simply hasn't lived it yet.  I was happy to notice that he found my Time Ring.  I will most likely leave it behind when I finally finish traveling with him.  Though with Rassilon still after me to be his handmaiden that doesn't look like it will be for a long while to come.  I suppose I could start looking for a nice planet on the fringes of the galaxy to settle down on, as far away from Gallifrey as possible, but there's still so much to see.
     It was very nice to talk with the 7th, again.  I still don't completely trust that man from TINU, but he was helpful in his own way.  I just wish we had managed to rescue Brogan.  I'm sure Keegan will be missing her tonight.   I don't even want to imagine how the children will have to get along without her.   Doesn't bear thinking on.  We will rescue her next week, though.  With the combined forces of three of the Doctor's incarnations and myself, how can we not?   But I still doubt that his loud self was right.  I mean, that coat certainly didn't proclaim having a sound mind.  His choice that the riddle answer was Evil.   Though logical and it fit most of the criteria of the riddle, I don't think it's right.  It's just too easy and too typical.  Both time and evil would just be too simple.  Too much like blaming it on an "evil from the dawn of time", and Rassilon knows I've heard that way too many times in my travels with the Doctor.
     Speaking of Rassilon, he returned for me.  At least an illusion of him appeared, probably projected by my subconscious, and demanded that I return with him.  I...I felt compelled to.  If that happens again, I don't know if I'll be able to fight it.  If I can't, the others will be on their own.

--Sincerely, Lady Romanadvoratrelundar

Author: ProgRock
Character: The 5th Doctor
Date: Thursday, December 9, 1999 at 18:56:07

Subject: The Ring and the Riddle

: Peri had just came out of her room in the TARDIS holding a familiar looking Time Ring.. similar to the one the Time Lordsgave me an incarnation back.  I asked her where she found it and as soon as she handed it to me, it whisked me to the Time Trap Bar.I found that everyone there has similar Rings and it's my suspicion that the Time Lords may have put this Ring that I currently have in  my possesion in my TARDIS for me to find.  If not the Time Lords, I wonder who? 
   Anyway, I met a future incarnation of mine and Romana, one of my companions who accompanied me in my 4th life.  The Brigadier also showed up as well as a strange Wizard fellow, and a cat named Cheshire, who I believe is the Wizard's familiar.   Though, I wonder why his familiar is never with him...Surprisingly the Master even appeared, though I sense he is truly a good sort. Unlike the Master I know, this one is from a Mirror universe.  He works for a Intelligence Agency called TINU.. their equivalent of UNIT.  And apparently in his universe I'm an evil conqueror.. how interesting.
   Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for pleasantries, as Brogan, the proprietoress of the Time Trap Bar was captured by a Harlequin of the ToyMaker.We followed the clown into the Time Tubes and arrived in a crystaline landscape of sorts.  The Clown hit us with a barrage of illusions all of which were easy enough to see through.   Romana was hit pretty hard by an illusion of Rassilon, though. I and my 7th self had to hold her tightly in mind and physically to keep her from leaving with the false Rassilon.  No sooner had we gotten through that did the Clown propose a riddle.   Well we reacted a bit arrogantly, suspecting we knew the answers all along, but the Riddle was one of such ambiguousness that the Master and later my 7th self would be hit by the Clowns displacer and put in a limbo state.Only after we answer the Riddle correctly will they be freed. If we fail, we would never get them back. And the rest of us would face a similar fate.
   The Clown offered an intermission, and I and my friends gladly accepted. He gave us a week to figure out the riddle.  Upon returning to the Time Trap one less of myself, I met two more of my incarnations.  One, another future incarnation, who, frankly could use some dress sense, and the other, my second self.  All of us, including Romana pondered the Riddle, whereas my future persona stated that he had the answer.  I listened intently to him The Riddle was: What is greater than the sum of you, less than each of you, and spread between you? I myself assumed it was Space.. Universes and Microverses.  But my future self in the strange clothes said that he assumed that the answer is "EVIL".  And looking back that makes perfect sense. But he warned that he MAY be wrong but he doubted it. Glad to see I'm so modest in that future regeneration. My 2nd self agreed with him and so did Romana. We are going to face the Phanto with that answer in a week and see what happens. Until then, I'll have to follow my own advice and keep a "Brave heart".
   This ends my log entry.

Author: Jen Kokoski
Character: Phanto
Date: Tuesday, December 9, 1999

Subject: Answer My Riddle

Answer my riddle, riddle of time. Ask thee I do of timelords three. "What is greater than all of you, lesser than each of you and spread between you?"

Answers they give, some boldly some timid. "Our minds" say one, a puny thing manipulated easily say I. Humanity claims another, Master of red by name. Humanity one of but many races, lesser than many yet greater than none. Tickety tock, the clock runs out. Master of Red joins the Seer at play. Again my riddle, I chime. Answer if you dare. Who goes first? The lady, the cricketer or the professor?

Me, claim thee professor. Curious question upon his face, he approaches to claim his fate. "Life" cries the Doctor, 7 times over. The soul never dies, I concede, but does it even live at all. "In our memories", declares the Doctor, but memory is a fleeting thing. Again a timelord falters. His price disappearing into a fate that never alters.

Intermission plead my pawns, so for a time I am gone.

Author: ProgRock
Character: Lynnaxion  (Time Dragon)
Date: Wednesday, December 8, 1999 at 16:33:14

Subject: Upon my first visit here...


I had met a good friend of mine from back in Authurian times.. He calls himself "Doctor" now, but I knew of him as Merlin.   I have just made this entry to say that I had missed you, old friend and hope we meet again soon.  I must go to a meeting of the Draconis temporalae (Time Dragons) and I will not be making any visits to the Bar untill the little problem that has cropped up has been solved.  I can say it has something to do with disruptions in the time streams, but that is all.  I hope to see you all again soon.  And to those who I have yet to meet (Brogan and Rasso), I hope to see you soon as well.
Til we meet again, good friends..

~Lynnaxion, the Time Dragon

Author: Jen Kokoski
Character: Brogan MacGill-Keegan
Time: Thursday, December 2, 1999

Subject: Technology Madness Strikes Again

::across the time matrix comes a message to the bar::

Testing, testing, Raso patch me in please.

Hey folks,

Funny thing has happened on my way to the bar. My gateway seems to be on the fritz. If you're having the same problem I apologize. Have a drink on me but try not to trash the bar. (Beware of over-friendly Yetis.)

If all worked well when I reconfigured the Matrix Time Tubes (assuming I figured out Raso's mismatch of connections), check out our destination. It is T.I.N.U. (Terrestial Invaders Investigation Unit) HQ, as proposed by our Brigadier (Cody). TINU is anti-UNIT. Instead of fighting aliens, they bravely stage mass suicides at invader's landing sites and make them think they've won so the takeover is peaceful. You'll notice their HQ is substantially more high profile than our usual spartan friends.

Hope to see you in a few.

Brogan MacGill-Keegan

Author: TimeLadyX
Character: Romanadvoratrelundar
Time: Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 03:20:06

Subject: Two in the TARDIS

I was surprised at the lack of visitors at Time Trap this week.   I had a time of guessing what could have caused the absences.  I know Brogan mentioned she had other responsibilites that needed to be taken care of, but I didn't see any of the Doctor's regenerations there, Blobby (as Brogan amicably calls it) didn't make an appearance either.  I thought maybe a plague had hit the universe and being that I've been spending my time cloistered away in the Great Book Room, I wouldn't have noticed a thing.  Or perhaps maybe the Sontaran/Rutan war had finally reached the outer fringes of the galaxy.  Rassilon knows they've been fighting in the Sol system long enough.  I'm still a bit surprised that the earth humans haven't gotten completely annoyed with the constant war raging above their planet and have done anything about it.   In fact, I'm surprised that Brigadier fellow hasn't done anything about it.

Speaking of the Brigadier, we spent a pleasant afternoon together traveling the Time Tubes in search of a set of darts.  He suggested that next time we meet at UNIT and I meet some of his subordinates.  It seems that Captain Yates is still interested in seeing me, again.  Though, it would be interesting to see just how far his group is in technology. I could never pass up an invitation to study archaic native technology.   Oh, by the way, I left a Post-It on the telly (which the Brigadier also found wasn't working) suggesting a UNIT field outing.

Author: Jen Kokoski
Character: Brogan MacGill-Keegan
Time: Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 07:33:49

Subject: Pangalactic Gargleblasters & Zoe

I'm a little concerned about Zoe, but I think I'm beginning to understand her unexplainable weakness the first time we entered the bar.

She dropped by for a little r&r last week (after that business with 'Blobby'). Apparently she'd stumbled over some undocumented control in the Doctor's TARDIS, not my Doctor but rather that sweet 2nd version with the mop top hair. Anyway before I could warn her Zoe was sipping down the toxic brew of gargleblasters. I had a little difficulty with the materialization gateway (thanks to "Blobby") so I had to try re-entering. By then Zoe was convinced some gun-toting green alien was menacing her in the bar. And she saw triples of me.

Obviously gargleblasters do not agree with her. I think maybe we need to re-engineer the recipe. In other news, my women's coalition is up for another pangalactic conference tonight. Marissa's going to be honored with the Hypocratic Humane Service Award. I'm so happy for her. And so is Lacey. Alex disagrees with me but I think our daughter might be looking toward being a interspecies doctor when she grows up. Now if only Logan could adopt a desire to do more than rebel with his Celestine playmates.

Gotta go. Duties call.

Author: Jen Kokoski
Character: Brogan MacGill-Keegan
Time: Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 07:10:06

Subject:Wrath of the Antimatter Creature - Tinkering with the bar



I just hate cleaning up after antiquark gamma irradiation creatures. Not that "blobby" meant harm but it seems he or is it she shorted out our visitor's log book system. Raso's giving me a headache with all his grumbling over it. Well I think I managed to get a temporary fix working, with a few improvements. ::tests out the telepathic controls::

Now I wonder if I have the frequency right for the Matrix. ::speaks::

Testing, testing, 123. Hello Time Trappers? Can you hear me? It's the real Brogan this time. Try out the new log system and let me know if there are still bugs.

Author: TimeLadyX
Character: Zoe Heriot
Time: 1999-10-15 04:01:30 PST

Subject: Busy Day

I shouldn't have complained to Jamie the other day about things being so slow. If I hadn't, I probably wouldn't have found myself stuck at Time Trap earlier today trying to outwit a creature that should have been in one of those camp sci-fi movies from the past. But, no, while I was running yet another diagnostic on the TARDIS computers I found a rather dusty ring wedged between the oscilator and a wad of used chewing gum (cherry flavored, of course). And wouldn't you know it, it brought me to Time Trap. The last time I'd been there was with the Doctor and Jamie, right after that incident with the Quarks. At least it was good to see the place, again, though I really wish Jamie or my Doctor had been there with me. Jamie would have admonished me for being such a coward, but I couldn't help but run when I saw that blob creature lumbering toward me moments after I had arrived there. Really, what could I have done? That thing incinerated everything it touched! Well, I followed some of the others into the Time Tubes and wound up floating in the middle of space. Reminded me of the time we had traveled to the Land of Fiction. It was then we heard Brogan's voice. At least I thought it was her voice. Now, I'm not so sure it was her. Well, the voice I heard said that her, the Brigadier, and someone named Romana were trapped and to follow her voice and rescue them. It looked like a near impossible request since we were floating around in space and my only way out was the ring I still had from the TARDIS. I followed her voice as best as I could and soon found myself in a cave with an Ice Marshall (he was very insistant on that title) and Brogan. Or at least I thought it was her. We soon found out it wasn't her when she seemed to have forgotten about being trapped with others. Of course, it turned out to be the blob in disguise. The Ice Marshall and I made a temporary peace and managed to escape together. I don't care what he said, the Ice Warriors were beastly toward us when the Doctor took us to 21st century Earth. ...Oh, now what.... Looks like Jamie needs a girl's touch (I'm surprised he'd admit it) at figuring out how to reset the personal room chronometers. My work is never done around here. I'll continue this note later.

Author Name: Cody Jarret
Character: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
Time: 1999-10-14 10:46:23 PST

Subject: Sutekh

After one failed attempt I was able to reurn to The Time Trap. When I arrived I found several UNIT personnel, Captain Yates and even Lieutenant Harry Sullivan (the naval surgeon UNIT has requested). Lt. Sullivan appeared toknow me even though I've only corresponded with him. Guess I'll have to get used to such things if I'm going to go trapsing thru time like the Doctor. I even met the Doctor a few times or a few Doctors a time apiece. (Hmm, this can get quite confusing, perhaps that's why the Doctor can appear to be so oblique on ocassion) Then there was a bit of trouble with the Time Tubes, caught unprepared I was determined that wouldn't happen again. The next week I brought a few surprises from UNIT's armory. I ventured back into the Time Tubes with the charming Ms. Brogan and her husband, the lovely Miss Romana. A finer group I couldn't imagine, I'd give this Keegan chap a command spot in UNIT without a second thought. (On the subject of second thoughts, I wouldn't mind Ms Brogan or Miss Romana watching my back in a fire fight. Even tough I'm sure Miss Grant would be amused to here me say it!) I was wonderful to be back in harness,as it were. After so much of suffling papers about, seein action and making new comrades-in-arms made me feel like a young sub-altern again. I'm actually looking forward to what happens tonight. Whatever it is, more will be required of the old boy than just my signature on some blasted report!

Author Name: TimeLadyX
Character: Romana
Time: 1999-10-07 18:27:39 PST

Subject: Trip back to Zeta Minor in the wings

Today's adventure at the bar was rather interesting. Certainly not one of my better days. Actually, I believe everyone who had any latent telepathic skills came down with extremely large migraines. The Doctor tossed a bottle of something called "Vanquish" at me when I started complaining about it. We met for the usual round of drinks. I had a slight hope of running into that nice Captain Yates, but he was no where to be seen. But the Brigadier was there as well as Irish, and, of course, Brogan and her husband. I was unfortunately a bit late as my Time Ring wasn't working for some reason. I hate to think that Sutekh might have damaged it a bit last week. But considering I made it there and back this week, I doubt that was the case. The Doctor was probably tinkering with it or something along those lines. Well, we decided to take a tour of the Time Tubes in search of Sutekh who was haunting the place last week. And we found him without any trouble. Poor Brogan got taken over by Sutekh, but with my telepathic abilities and the Brigadier's "shoot everything that moves" tactic, we were able to defeat him. I just hope that's the last we'll see of him for a while at least. Then Brogan, the Brigadier, and I found something unpleasant in one of the rooms of the TARDIS. Frankly, I'm not surprised we found it in there. I have been reminding the Doctor that he should spring clean one of these days. The dust is an inch thick in the in what at one time was probably the kitchen before he bothered to purchase that food replicator machine. We ejected it into the pit at Zeta Minor since it was antimatter in origin, but what bothers me is how it got into the TARDIS in the first place. With all of the excitement, I hope nothing manages to destroy the bar before next week's meeting. I just hope my Time Ring will be back to working order by that time.

Author Name: TimeLadyX
Character: Lady Romanadvoratrelundar
Time: 1999-10-06 21:23:44 PST

Subject: Field Notes on Sutekh

I've decided that I don't like Sutekh very much. I know that isn't saying much considering that human, the Brigadier I believe he called himself, tried to take him on single-handedly. I still can't believe the fool-hardiness of that man. He was planning simply to shoot him! All he would have managed to do was create some new holes in the Osirin's robes and not to mention anger him even more than he already was. Rassilon knows the Doctor nearly didn't survive the last run-in with Sutekh. I think what's called for here is the combination of the telepathic powers of several beings in agreement against him. But there didn't seem to be any suggesting that to that reckless Brigadier who seemed to live by the philosophy of "shoot first and ask questions later". Though, I would like to note that this time I'm going dressed for the battle. In other words, I won't have to worry this time about getting cobwebs on my Academy robes. Oh, and I would also like to apologize about "crashing" the UNIT reunion. I didn't notice the note on the door until it was too late. But it was still nice meeting some of the Doctor's other friends.

Author Name: Jen Kokoski
Character Name: Brogan MacGill
Time: 1999-10-06 04:09:59 PST

Subject: Proprietor's Notes: A New Mission

Now that we finally got those two troublesome visitors under wraps and just after Mirabilis' big intersystem conference, it seems my wish for adventure is finally coming true. It reminds my of what my Nana Ro used to warn: Be careful what you wish for, it just might come back to get you.

The bar gathering was chugging along as usual last week. We had an unusually high number of UNIT attendees. Apparently the 3rd Doctor got a bit careless with his temporal toys on Earth. The Brigadier found his way to the bar again, along with Liz, Jo and Mike Yates. Romana chatted it up well with the soldiers (the sly flirt) then it happened.

I took everyone down to Xeos through the tubes and that's when we found the time hole. Imagine, a warping in my carefully-stabilized tube. But where this hole led was another matter - straight to an underground mastabah. We thought we'd investigate, Alex, the Brigadier, Romana, Tremin Rev and I, but we were anything but prepared for who was lurking in that tomb - Sutekh, the Destroyer.

Imagine, the wicked Osirin left a trap for us. Well, needless to say we got out of there in a hurry (though it did take some finag