but doesn't it get lonely riding up there to the sun?

[Well, Edgeworth had said that the Doctor could have the run of his apartment - or well, the media sections of it, and the Doctor had been more than happy to take him up on that offer. For starters, as lovely as the Lagrange base lot were and as much like family as they were to him, he was going crazy cooped up in that base. Not just from the cabin fever, but being stuck in one place with not much to do was giving him far too much time to think. Getting off of it for a bit, grabbing a world-hop and exploring someone else's very extensive, other-universal media library would be a welcome change. And Edgeworth did have a very nice house.

Currently, the Doctor was knelt in front of Edgeworth's very extensive Steel Samurai collection, reading the backs of the boxes with interest. He'd heard the show mentioned in passing before by one or two people on Edgeworth's world, and he'd never really though much of it, but there was no denying that it definitely wasn't anything that existed on his own Earth, or, come to think of it, any others on the community. And well, that just made him even more curious, especially given that he'd already gone through five books already (one of them had been an Agatha Christie novel that he'd read a lot already, but there was no harm in revisiting your old favourites). Seeing something completely new, he reflected, would be a breath of fresh air, and he couldn't suppress a grin at the thought that Edgeworth of all people was a secret enthusiast of shows with neo-olde-samurai as protagonists.

Now, if only he could figure out which one to start with...]

"And then Doctor - oh, but then..."

The Doctor frowned as Carmen spoke, her worried face speaking volumes about the prophecy she was seeing before she'd even made it. Whatever she was about to say, it couldn't be good. Not that it was good already - he'd already heard that your song is ending soon lark once before, from the Ood, and hearing it again just strengthened a horrible suspicion he had about what that meant.

And then she actually came out with the rest of it. "He will knock four times."

And this time the Doctor just stared at her as she walked off, her expression dark, back home to her chops and gravy. He could feel Itsuki looking at him - and that was enough of a problem in itself, having Itsuki around to hear that. For now, though, he'd do whatever he did recently with situations like this.

Avoid them until he had more time to think.

"Come on," he said abruptly, "Back in the TARDIS. We've had quite enough excitement for one day, don't you think?"

[The Doctor had set a course for Pete's World - now that it was connected to the community again, it wasn't exactly rocket science. Well, it was, but that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point, either, that he was pretty much breaking every rule that he'd set down for both himself and her the last time he'd seen Rose. Either way, he was on his way there, and no one else would be any the wiser.

Well. He thought he saw Donna give him a knowing look out of the corner of her eye when he sent the rest of the family off to go and have fun somewhere while he "looked into a small something" - but the inevitable talk could wait until later.

For now, he waited next to this universe's version of the Thames - which, he noted, seemed to be slightly cleaner than the one the London of his universe had to offer - and waited.]

[The long-awaited party, which has mostly been of Donna's design, or at least organisation, has ended up being held on a friendly alien planet that among other things, features a mini private theme park that can be hired out to groups. The main party is taking place inside a huuuuge party room which opens onto a small garden that features some of the local wildlife - a type of plant that blows huge, completely natural bubbles at random moments. Since the room's been hired out for... a while, let's say, there's some lanterns set up outside for when it starts getting dark.

Inside the room itself, there's a large table laden with more than enough food for all the guests, some of which looks distinctly non-Earthling. This includes the largest birthday cake ever (of course the Doctor insisted on a cake). Balloons are scattered in the corners and there's a currently silent and unoccupied, slightly alien looking music system waiting to spring into life.]


((OOC: Okay guys, here's the deal: this works a little like an event post in that you can get your character to start their own threads and reply to other people's - otherwise my post will end up dead with one huge thread and everyone else will get bored. XD; This post is open to any of Haruhi's friends and "family" to drop by, as Ten will have been sure to let them all know where it was! Have fun! ♥))

[The Doctor ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the corridors of the TARDIS, panting in his hurry to get to Haruhi. Omega, he was so worried about her. As if Lockon wasn't enough - enough for all of them - Haruhi was still sick, and all this stress couldn't be good for her fighting off the infection that was still stubbornly clinging to her system. That sound... that hadn't sounded good.

Damn it. He wished this would stop happening. Or at least stop happening all at once. Haruhi could yell at him or cling to him, whatever, but he was sick of seeing her so sad. That was happening far too often lately.

He tore around the last corner and burst into her room, wild-eyed.]

Haruhi?

[The Doctor spent... quite a bit of time at a randomly picked convention on an also randomly picked world, looking for Setsuna's model. Well, strictly speaking picking the model out took him all of about 5 minutes, but he got distracted. First of all, there was the half hour or so spent studying the backs of the boxes trying to figure out how the real things would work. Then there was the hour or so he spent looking at all the other dorky merchandise - he was sure that he saw what must have been a cuddly adipose of all things, and then he got temporarily caught up deciding whether or not to go and see Brad something-or-other the voice actor speak in the corner.

(Deciding no probably held him up just as much as if he had said yes due to the sheer number of people who stopped him to compliment him on his "amazing Tenth Doctor cosplay" and take pictures. He had to hide several smirks from people, especially the ones who said "Wow, you really look like him!").

Eventually, however once the mun stops writing in-jokes into her RL, he managed to drag himself away from the convention and into the TARDIS, setting a course for the island that the now-children were on, and making sure to avoid the area that had the giant robots hidden in it - sure, he might have it all figured out (mostly) and might also be itching to examine them up close, but he didn't want to give the poor boys heart attacks after all.

So he parked on a suitable stretch of beach and walked out of the TARDIS with a brown box under his arm, whistling tunelessly.]

[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~!))

Well, this was absolutely typical. Saved the world, Donna was brilliant, Haruhi was brilliant, Martha was brilliant... and then they get back to the TARDIS and discover that some circuit somewhere has blown, rendering the poor old girl, at least for now, unsafe to travel in. He didn't want her spitting them out in Jordan's world, 5 trillion years into the future. Not his cup of tea, at all.

So repairs were needed. He'd sent Haruhi and Donna off with Martha to celebrate their victory - or possibly to sort out UNIT, he had no idea, really - no sense in them hanging around for the hours it would take to finish fixing her.

And to cap it all off, the bloody virus hadn't worn off yet, and he was still a woman.

He - she, rather, at least for now - sighed, scratched her head, and connected a small laptop up to the TARDIS using some loose wires before sitting outside. Might as well sit in the sun while she ran a diagnostic, she thought to herself, tying back her hair into a loose ponytail and settling down with the laptop sitting on her crossed legs. She reached into her jeans pocket - the suits didn't fit right now, of course - and pulled out the sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the screen.

"Come on, old girl, what's wrong with you, eh? Some sort of loose connection...?" she muttered under her breath, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

[Is hovering and leaning heavily on the doorframe of Haruhi's room.]

"Haruhi? Can I come in?"

[Vworp Vworp vworp announces the TARDIS's presence somewhere near one of Haruhi's windows. Probably right outside one of them, actually. Ten steps out, looking chipper as ever, and walks over to said window, tapping on the glass.]

"Hello~? Haruhi? I said look out the window, didn't I? Hope your parents don't end up seeing this. That could be a little awkward."