Jo wasn't one to shy away from danger and she'd faced all sorts of things with only what she carried. So she put her bag over her shoulder, pulled out a torch and stepped out into the shuttle bay. She shone it around, but was a little less confident at the creaking noises and the shifting shadows. "Hello?" she called out. "Is anyone there?"

OOC: Anyone who wants to be involved in the Cluedo plot is invited to join in here in solving the mystery ( Read more... )

The Master was wandering the mansion, idly looking for clues and speaking with the inhabitants. It was always intriguing to speak with killers and he had little doubt that each of the suspects was at least capable of killing. Really, he's finding this mission rather enjoyable.

(After Jo, Three and Koschei have met and separated - for Three and Koschei and/or anyone else who wants to join in)Jo had spent an interesting, not to mention educational time talking to the locals. Despite everything that was going on, there were always people wanting to gossip, or just wanting to tell their story and be believed. Listening was ( Read more... )

Knowing that she was going to the mid-19th century meant that Jo could dress accordingly. Admittedly that was partly because the wardrobe room had signposted a section for the 1850s, but at least she looked like she belonged here as she walked through the streets ( Read more... )

Having wandered around the corridors for a while now, Jo had acquired a few things. She had a length of rope rolled up and carried over one shoulder, a reasonable-sized rock in one hand and a pair of tweezers in the other. None of which had proved useful yet, but there was always a first time. Especially given some of the things she'd seen in here ( Read more... )

As usual, Jo threw open the door to see where they were when they landed. She didn't even pause to look at the console - she always found that seeing what was out there told you far more than any brochure. Or map ( Read more... )

After returning to the TARDIS alongside the Master, the Doctor had gone searching for others about the ship, but came up strangely lacking. It seemed like the Guardians, for whatever reason, didn't want him locating the two people he wanted to see, or anyone else for that matter. His internal clock told him it had been some time since he'd felt ( Read more... )

The Master dressed in his personal quarters on the Valiant, leaving... hell, he couldn't keep their names straight! - leaving his shag-of-the-day sprawled in the bed as he strode out the door, straightening his tie ( Read more... )

Smoking jacket scrunched slightly in hand, the Doctor reluctantly straightened from his hiding place. The Daleks had found him. Their laser canons were aimed squarely at his chest when he was ordered to move out from behind storage cylinders and march down the hall. He assumed that they wanted him for something, else they'd have killed him on the ( Read more... )