Koschei entered the shuttle bay, clutching a small bag. Inside were Time Lord tools used for engineering. He wasn't a doctor or warrior, but he was very talented at mechanics and fixing things. There was little he couldn't do with machines, so he thought that would be his best chance of being helpful. The ship was dark and he wondered what the ( Read more... )

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?"

Martha received the information from the Guardian and immediately made her way to the medical bay where she put together a kit. On her way there, she remembered Jack would kill her if she left without him, so she pulled out her phone. "I'm going over there to save people Jack. Would you or Ianto... or both... come with me? I'll be in the TARDIS ( Read more... )

Various screens in the TARDIS flick on and display either the White or Black Guardian according to preference. He says ( Read more... )

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

Ian was keen to find out who'd murdered the poor man. Although his background was in science he wasn't sure where to start there. He could analyse things to discover what killed him and look for fingerprints, but he needed somewhere to start first. So he was off to find one of the guests to speak to and stopped in front of a door, beyond which he ( 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.

A message in red pen is quick to appear, in handwriting that's neat but not as dry as one with a passing acquaintance with the writer might expect.

"We suspect everyone has been as unhappy as we to be sent out distressingly unequipped into mortal peril, mystery, and/or strange nonsense. As you know, we have been endeavoring to correct the ( Read more... )

Harry wasn't just going to take the Guardian's word for it, he wanted to see the victim for himself. He'd found him on the stairs and he was most definitely dead. Of what, he couldn't say. There was blood, but none where he was found, so he hadn't just taken a tumble down the stairs ( Read more... )

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