[RL - Various - The Dalek Crucible]
[Whenever and whoever tries to worldhop to where Ten is using the co-ordinates that the TARDIS hid inside Ten's entry will end up here: the Vault of the Dalek Crucible. It's a bleak, bare room, clearly designed by Daleks.
In the centre of the room, encased in what seems like an invisible tube, stand the Doctor and Haruhi, and nearby, in similar tubes, Rose Tyler, back from a parallel universe, and Jenny, still clutching her trusty gun. Dalek Caan, crazy, driven mad by time, stands twitching and giggling inside what is left of his casing, chained to a nearby wall.
And in front of the Doctor... it appears to be merely another, larger, Dalek at first, but in reality, this is Davros: creator of the Daleks, rescued from the Time War by determination and a mere chance. As the world-hoppers, the Doctor's friends, arrive in the room, they may be able to hear the end of what seems to be another, longer, conversation...
An old, decrepit voice; Davros.] "The man who abhors violence. Never carrying a gun. But this is the truth, Doctor! You take ordinary people and fashion them into weapons. Behold your Children of Time, transformed into murderers. I made the Daleks, Doctor. You made this."
[Those arriving in a place where they can see Ten's face might notice that he looks heartbroken by this proclamation, as if he's trapped in memories, or the realisation of the truth. As they arrive, Dalek Caan speaks in a reedy, high pitched voice, completely mad...]
"See, see! The prophecy unfolds! The Doctor's Children of Time approach!"
[Well, that seems like a fine place for some Children of Time to make an entrance.]
((ooc: Hate to post and run, guys, but I'm in a hurry. XD If I could just ask that we keep the posting order straight so that everyone's always in the same order, so wait for me to post again after everyone's done their bit - there's no hurry, I'll try and make this as relaxed as I can! I'll be NPCing Davros and the Daleks for this. Have fun~!))
In the centre of the room, encased in what seems like an invisible tube, stand the Doctor and Haruhi, and nearby, in similar tubes, Rose Tyler, back from a parallel universe, and Jenny, still clutching her trusty gun. Dalek Caan, crazy, driven mad by time, stands twitching and giggling inside what is left of his casing, chained to a nearby wall.
And in front of the Doctor... it appears to be merely another, larger, Dalek at first, but in reality, this is Davros: creator of the Daleks, rescued from the Time War by determination and a mere chance. As the world-hoppers, the Doctor's friends, arrive in the room, they may be able to hear the end of what seems to be another, longer, conversation...
An old, decrepit voice; Davros.] "The man who abhors violence. Never carrying a gun. But this is the truth, Doctor! You take ordinary people and fashion them into weapons. Behold your Children of Time, transformed into murderers. I made the Daleks, Doctor. You made this."
[Those arriving in a place where they can see Ten's face might notice that he looks heartbroken by this proclamation, as if he's trapped in memories, or the realisation of the truth. As they arrive, Dalek Caan speaks in a reedy, high pitched voice, completely mad...]
"See, see! The prophecy unfolds! The Doctor's Children of Time approach!"
[Well, that seems like a fine place for some Children of Time to make an entrance.]
((ooc: Hate to post and run, guys, but I'm in a hurry. XD If I could just ask that we keep the posting order straight so that everyone's always in the same order, so wait for me to post again after everyone's done their bit - there's no hurry, I'll try and make this as relaxed as I can! I'll be NPCing Davros and the Daleks for this. Have fun~!))