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

... Haruhi's sick. Well, she gets sick a lot, but this time she's really sick. She won't stop coughing and the other night she got a fever that won't go down. I shouldn't have let her run out into all that rain...

It's no use, I'm gonna have to take her to a hospital. I just hope they don't ask too many questions, there's only so much I'll be able to explain away with the psychic paper, and if they ask for an address, well... let's not go there.

[Locked to Jenny]

Jenny? I think there's something I need to tell you.

[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~!))

Blimey, it’s been a while since I posted on here, hasn’t it? Having a full-time companion - make that two full time companions - again hasn’t really been all that conducive to spending time on here. Surprised I’ve been around as often as I have, really.

Not much to report, to be honest. Well, not too much. Well, when I say not too much I mean by my standards. I ran into the Ood again. Actually managed to save them this time round, thanks to Ood Sigma. Oh, that’s right! We saved the world – twice, actually, or at least that much… some of you might have heard about the second time actually, with the Atmos cars and the whole world choking to death. It’s been a while since I saw the Sontarans actually, and to be honest, they’re as warlike and ridiculous as ever. In fact, they're even shorter than I remember. Oh! And I met Martha again. Not sure if any of you remember me mentioning Miss Martha Jones, but she’s doing well for herself. Defending the Earth, brilliant as ever.

Not that I really appreciated being in a female body for that. Honestly, I never realised just how - how really sexist those UNIT chaps could be! I mean, was it really that difficult to tell that I was the Doctor? It was bad enough having Martha question who I was when she phoned me - in the middle of being dragged bra shopping, I might add - but that really just topped it all off. I don't think I've ever been so glad to get back into my own body.

Oh, and while I'm here, I might as well mention that we managed to stop a war that had only been going on for seven days but lasted generations… really, don’t ask, it’s a long story. Mind you, if I see one more gun, I think I might actually… oh, you know what, nevermind.

I don’t much fancy going into the details anyway.

[Private; Hackable with skill]

She… I don’t suppose I can really still believe it. Jenny… she was my daughter, and we hardly got started…

In fact, it was almost the same as when… well, there’s not much point in thinking about that, I suppose. Not anymore.

I told Martha that there’s always something to live for… well, I was right. I’ve still got everyone here, after all. Haruhi - always Haruhi, it's not as if I could let her take second place, not now. Not to mention all the rest.

… Yeah.

You’ll never guess who I ran into saving the world yesterday. Only one Donna Noble. Blimey, she’s changed from when I last saw her. Not in that same old wedding dress, for a start. Mind you, some things haven’t changed – she still managed to miss the replica Titanic flying over London last Christmas, although I’m not sure whether I should really be surprised at this point. No offence, Donna, if you're reading this.

Anyway, I’ve somehow ended up with Donna on the TARDIS, and all her baggage. Like that hat box. I mean, who even has a hat box these days? Anyone? Point is, I might not be around as often. Showing Donna the big wide universe and everything. Although, judging from the way she nicked off with my spare laptop earlier, it seems she might have already found this place, so a lot of you have probably already met her...

Oh, one word of advice for you all: if any of you were planning to start a diet plan sometime in the near future and it involves taking pills, just… oh, you know what, you probably won’t listen anyway so this won’t make much of a difference, but don’t. Just don’t. You’ll thank me for it later, trust me.