The night of Cordelia's party. False stars glimmering overhead, and as the evening dwindled on and the guests wandered off to their own devices, the Doctor slipped away into the night. He speaks to no one on his way out of the party, instead smiles and waves genially, but he doesn't stop for smalltalk or last goodbyes. Walking down the street, the ( Read more... )

He's looked everywhere for her.

Everywhere. In the TARDIS, all over Taxon's main city, and when he finally comes to a halt from his frantic searching on the beach where River's house used to reside, he's all but given up. Her house isn't there. It's like she was never here, and the Doctor can't abide that. He knows people leave. He knows they ( Read more... )

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, ( Read more... )

Okay. This place really needed a pick-me-up. Like right now. With the glitches and the creepy thoughtless creeps and the weird god-like creatures running around and beating people up ( Read more... )

Glorious sunshine, a sandy beach, a Pina something or other with a little paper umbrella and a bikini are all you need to get over a traumatic couple of weeks. At least that's what Vala's trying to prove to herself. She's been pretending she's fine for a couple of days now, denying that any of that Adria stuff affected her. Besides a few bruises ( Read more... )

Ace has been in Taxon a week now.  Seven days, and for all that time she has gone out of her way to avoid the blinking beacon on her tablet that signals the park.  She spent days running, but there was only so much Taxon before she ran out of space.  She spent a day getting as drunk as possible thanks to Kara and her whiskey, and another sobering ( Read more... )

The Master has been productive since he’s left the other Time Lord to poke into the business of the city. Checking the lay of the land, keeping tabs on the people, begrudgingly thinking of how to deal with the woman preaching about the Ori. Currently he was leaning towards letting her go about her conversion attempts and possibly wiping out part of ( Read more... )

"Do you see that, Professor?  Isn't it bril the way they...  Professor?"  Ace lowered the hands she had raised in excitement when she realised that she was no longer standing on the green sanded beach of Obegon 3.  There were no sleek many-finned silver animals dancing on the purple waves, under the lights of three moons.  There was no Professor, ( Read more... )

It's done. Toby almost feels lighter, being away from the bulk of Taxon's people - but also knowing that Dean is going to be okay. Sure, there's the Supreme Takeover to worry about, but in typical Toby fashion he chooses not to see the gravity of it. At least for now. He wants to be where his head won't be filled with hundreds of thoughts that aren ( Read more... )

With a slightly shaky arrival, the Master stumbles down the ramp, deep thought creasing over his face. This was certainly not the Valiant; he knew every corner of that ship. He pats himself down, specifically checking around his upper chest and glancing over it in surprise after his hands come up clean: no bullet wound, but dried blood within the ( Read more... )