The Hosts

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Meredith

[knowswheregodis]

[Chris is here with his pad of paper and pen ready. They have a purpose and damn it, he is going to be a good copper about this. Even if he doesn't know what to ask. Ray is the one good at that.]

Uh...Meredith?

[gotitwrong]

[And here, of course, is Ray. He looks more or less his usual pleasant self, and is chewing on his delicious gum. He's only ever been in the shop once, when he first stumbled in here, so while Chris is rounding up Meredith, he's poking around looking at things.

He may or may not trip over the paw of a sleeping giant canine thing, but Ray has learned how to ignore weird and so he does just that. Ignores it. And he ignores that he tripped and goes back to looking at things while waiting.

Best tag in the universe.]

[realitymods]

[Meredith appears out of nowhere, possibly because Chris is just so endearing that how can anyone resist him? It's like resisting a puppy. It just doesn't work.]

DC Skelton. Hello.

[knowswheregodis]

[A slight smile.] 'Lo, luv. Listen, uh, me and Ray have some questions for you, if you don't mind. [He holds up the paper pad for emphasis. This is rsr policing.]

The Twins

[hostclubdaddy]

[Tamaki arrives, and he's brought a cake! Mmm...cake! He has also brought Kyouya. And since I have no idea how the Twins are dressed today or will greet them, he will just be idk, coming in the doors of the Twin's shop. So, yes. :|b]

[realitymods]

[The Twins smell delicious cake and bound over to him in excitement, circling them both.] You brought a gift, so it must be something special!

[hostclubdaddy]

Any occasion with you two is always special.

Although, I must admit, we were hoping that if you both weren't too busy, if you would be do us the honour of joining us for some tea.

Doesn't matter which one!

[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor enters the shop, a small envelope in one hand, and he isn't looking amused]

Yes, hello? A little service? [looks around for a bell he can begin hitting incessantly...]

[realitymods]

[Bad luck - he doesn't get the twins or Meredith. Instead, he's got a man built in a way that would give Rider a run for his money. He is robed in in black sable and gold, he is imperious and cold, and he is eating a chocolate-dipped candy strawberries.]

What do you want?

[It is a very odd language that could be vaguely related to the Semetic languages, if the Doctor is paying attention.]

[bit_impossible]

[for once, he is paying attention and almost considers switching to Arabic or even Hebrew--but he's not feeling so kind, so he sticks with English.]

Oh, hello big fella. I, erm, couldn't find that one post box that's supposed to be around--[a lie]--so I figured I'd hand-deliver my message to make sure it at least got to the right place. Or, well, I'm assuming it's the right place.

Might I ask your name?

[realitymods]

No. [Succinct: this guy can do it. Sometimes.] For whom is your message meant?

Shay (or anyone who picks it up)

[oliverplus]

[Oliver drops a letter into the Plane's post box, addressed on the front to Shay. it reads as follows:]

Shay,

Weber and the person above him have set up a spectacle on the Plane. They want to get a bunch of us killed so they can use the black hole for themselves. I don't think that's what you want. If you can stop this, we'll help you.

Oliver

Oliver Day

[realitymods]

[This can be found in Oliver's post box, addressed to him, of course.]

Oliver,

Yeah, I've heard about it. I guess that's one way of getting the result but damn. I didn't think he'd try this. The problem is this guy's got a lot more power than me. I'm honest here, I wish I had the Machine's power but I just want to get out of it. Anyway, that guy- I don't think I can fight him. I've been trying for a long while. Look, I'm going to talk to Death about this. Maybe there's something he can do.

In the meantime, I wish I could help you. Maybe I can. I'll see but right now, it's on you guys. You're not a powerless group. There has to be something, right? If you guys could work together.

Shay

Anyone! But he'll hang around until he gets an answer, so.

[tin_whistled]

{Knock knock! Fix knocks on the door to the shop cautiously before peeking inside}

Hello? I have some questions about the Plane, if someone can answer them for me?

[realitymods]

[Meredith is there, looking at him (probably) with a (probably) cool expression from under her hood. She seems as if she had been waiting for him.] Yes?

[tin_whistled]

{Fix didn't expect someone to actually be there sort-of-probably waiting for him, so all he can muster is} ... Uh, hi.

{Inwardly, he's saying something like "wow, you're smooth, aren't you, Felix?"}

Sorry, I was a bit surprised. You must be...Meredith? I'm Felix Castor. You might already know that, but. {He extends his hand to shake as he takes a few steps closer}

[realitymods]

[She takes the hand and shakes it. There is, of course, nothing to be read.] That's right. [It doesn't feel important to her to clarify what she's answering with that.]