ext_61593 ([identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-05-18 02:02 am

fifteen | various notes around Taxon | visual | location: central

Several notes have been left around Taxon over the last few days.

For Fred >> An electronic cart has been folded up and is leaning against the door. There is a note.

HC Clements

Bring the Drill


For Rose >> A note:

I'm okay.

Please take care of yourself.

Love, D


For Tara >> A note:

I'm sorry about before.

HC Clements. Tomorrow.


For Fitz >> A map of Taxon, with a segment of woods circled, and a circle around HC Clements. Also, a note:

Tomorrow.

Once all are delivered, the Doctor plants himself in a nondescript alley in central, smooths out his hair, and flips on the tablet to visual. He grins madly at the camera.

Of course, right before he opens his mouth to speak, music begins playing. Ah, it's that old familiar tune, the first bars to "All By Myself". The Doctor feels the music tug at his heartstrings, and he opens his mouth and says:

"No, I'm serious. I'm not singing that, stop it."

He says it with enough force, that an Extra walking behind him stops and turns to stare at him. The Doctor focuses on the tablet.

"So, rumors of my disappearance have been greatly exaggerated, of course," he says, all smug and self-satisfied, as per usual.

The Extra behind the Doctor picks up a pipe from the ground and starts towards him. The Doctor, focused on the tablet, doesn't notice.

"But! Since the Council, or whatever you call it, is doing such a fantastic job of keeping law and order, I think I might give the citizens of Taxon a head's up about the actual threat around this place."

The Extra is now right behind the Doctor, and it raises the pipe above its head.

The Doctor continues. "You should really look out for---"

The Extra slams the pipe down, and the screen goes suddenly static, then fizzes back to the Doctor, struggling with the strangely violent Extra. The Extra smacks him across the face and he falls over, out of camera range.




OOC: To those whom he's left a note, you're welcome to just meet him at HC Clements after or prior to the events with this Extra.

Deadman On Location

[identity profile] oneofthequick.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
As a master of poor timing, En-Doul arrives in time to see the Extra attacking the Doctor. Physically, he's rather fragile and while it appears that there's little he can do but watch, the Doctor might find that he has some unexpectedly good luck and the Extra the reverse.
aworldenchanted: (uncertain)

[Location | HC Clements]

[personal profile] aworldenchanted 2010-05-19 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Tara debates whether or not to come. She doesn't know what to feel about the news that the Doctor is still in Taxon after all. Relief? Anger on Rose's behalf, for what he put her through? Frustration that he doesn't seem to understand how badly he's acting?

But she decides that it doesn't matter. If he wants to make up, she can't deny him the chance. She can at least hear him out. She's in transit during his broadcast, which means she's more than a little alarmed when she finally gets there, running.

[Visual]

[identity profile] returntous.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Periodically, Mabel turns her tablet off and ignores the fact that the rest of Taxon exists. She did so after the Doctor first vanished off the map, assuming with a bit of regret that he had been sent back home and bummed because she was half-hoping he would give her a job - or at least something to do.

She turns her tablet on again, finally, just in time to see that he wasn't gone after all, and just in time to watch in horror as he's attacked. "Doctor!"

[Location: HC Clements]

[identity profile] supercompacted.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Fred makes her way to the building as soon as she wakes up, early. She doesn't check her tablet. In fact, the only thing she does waste any time on is trying to decide whether to contact Rose or not. She ultimately decides against it. It's possible someone found out about the Doctor's drill and the note wasn't really from him. She suspects it is him, of course, because she wasn't terribly surprised to see him disappear.

Fred packs the drill into the cart and makes her way over as quickly as possible. The building is both imposing and beautiful, reminding her a bit of Wolfram and Hart. "Hello?" she asks, as she enters the building?. "Anyone here?" She keeps her eyes sharp as she looks for him.

After the attack [Location: Rose's house]

[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Rose walks into the house exhausted. She spent most of the day at Tara's shop. Things are getting dicier in the city with the extra's becoming aggressive. Not to mention Rose hasn't slept much since the Doctor disappeared. She knows he's safe according to his messages but that doesn't help her sleep at night.

She's rummaging through the pantry for something to eat when she hears a noise upstairs. Almost certain it's not Donna she grabs a cricket bat from the coat closet and starts up the stairs quietly. It's obvious there's someone in the bedroom rooting around. With the extras acting the way they are, there's no guarantee it's not one of them. She cocks the bat over her shoulder and toes the door open.

"Doctor?"

Alright, not an extra.

[location: a flat in Shelley, then HC Clements]

[identity profile] rereremembered.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"...tomorrow WHAT?"

They'd a long history of cryptic notes. Wait was a popular one, although his favourite was still Meet me in St. Louis, which had turned out to be a bar in London. This, though...well, the woods were right out, there might be wolves there, or monsters with clock faces, or any number of other arboreal horrors. So the next day Fitz made his way to the nice safe office building. He wished he could have smoked as he walked, but every time he reached for his Woodbines it seemed an Extra was glaring at him.

Via much hurrying and varying his route he arrived without incident, and peered about for any obvious shenanigans.