The Mad Queen
Memento Mori. Unus Anus
The Doctor
Location: Unknown
The Time Lord let out a moan in pain and rubbed the side of his head. Despite being in a daze, he managed to stand to his feet, leaning against the TARDIS console. As his vision restored to normal, he knew something was wrong. There were no lights on in the TARDIS. She'd crashed before, taken damage before, even lost power before but this was something different.
As hard as he tried to think about it, he had hardly any memory of the crash. The Doctor placed his head in his hands and ran both hands down his face, struggling to remember. The last thing he remembered was being in the 1920s, using his psychic paper to gatecrash a party. After what had happened on Mars, The Doctor felt as if he had to unwind.
Caught in mid-thought The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS console. He couldn't get wrapped up in self-reflection, not now. He had to figure out what was wrong with his TARDIS and just where she'd crashed. As The Doctor stood up straight, he heard a footstep behind him and spun around. He was greeted by a bearded man wearing a fedora and carrying a suitcase.
Upon noticing that the Time Lord was looking at him, the bearded man set his suitcase at his feet and rubbed his hands together.
"Did you do this?" The Doctor asked in a bitter tone
"Yes." The bearded man smiled, getting an angry yet horrified look from The Doctor in response "Oh, don't look so worried." The bearded man continued to speak in a jokey tone "She'll only be like that for...Let me see, a few hours at best. In case you're wondering..." He spoke with a moderate Birmingham/Brummie accent
He walked up to The Doctor so that their faces met. He learned forwards, whispering in The Doctor's ear "I took away her, well your ability to time travel." He leaned back, shooting the Doctor a child-like grin in response to The Doctor's pale and horrified look.
"That' impossible...No one has that kind of power" He muttered before his look of horror turned to one of anger "No being should have that kind of power!" He snapped
"But, what you should have the ability to alter time?" The bearded man replied sarcastically, shrugging "What was it you said...The Laws of time are mine and they will obey me!"
He spoke the words in The Doctor's voice, causing a shiver to go down the Time Lord's spine. The bearded man walked past him with a smug look as he walked towards the TARDIS doors. In response The Doctor activated his sonic screwdriver, locking the doors with a grim look on his face. The bearded man stopped in front of the doors, lowered his head and began to laugh.
"A locked door isn't going to stop me." He laughed, in what appeared to be multiple voices
"Well, you can't blame me for trying." The Doctor replied, approaching the bearded man. "What are you?"
"I'm a traveller." The bearded man admitted, shrugging "Like you, I travel across time and space. Alone. The only thing is I can handle being alone. I don't turn into a bloody megalomaniac when I'm alone, I don't"
The Doctor took a step back and pointed his sonic at the bearded man, scanning him.
"Oh...I made some...Changes to your sonic too. I won't register on it. My biology, it's as if your sonic reads me as nothin'."
He opened the door and stepped out. The Doctor peered outside to see that the bearded man disappeared. He stepped outside, licked the tip of his finger and pointed it into the air. "London, early twenty-first century...But, hold a minute, something's different here."
He stepped back inside, approaching the bearded man's suitcase only to find it disappeared as he reached for it. The Doctor quickly scanned the space the briefcase had been in to find that it read nothing. He sat down next to it and let out a shout in frustration and hit himself on the forehead as numerous theories and thoughts rolled through it. If what the man said was true, and he had taken away the TARDIS' ability to time though time, he likely had the ability to restore it.
"He only said time..." The Doctor muttered "Meaning that...Yes!" He jumped up and approached the console "There's a chance, a chance that we can still travel in space. We can find him."
The Doctor remembered that the man had specified several hours as well and so he stepped outside, locking the TARDIS doors behind him and putting his hands in his pockets. As he walked, The Doctor looked all around him, trying to absorb the atmosphere. If London was different perhaps this "traveller" had changed the timeline?
Just as The Doctor was continuing with that thought, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye and approached it. In front of him was a state, standing at around six foot of a face he recognized. Pete Tyler. Pete was holding the head of a cyberman in his left hand and an energy weapon in his right.
The Doctor glared at the statue with a shocked yet curious expression. The only logical conclusion was that he had travelled to "Pete's world", a parallel dimension where...Where Rose lived. The Time Lord ran a hand down his face at the though. Of all the places for the "traveller" to leave him, why here? Was it trying to send a personal message? He placed both hands at the back of his head and walked in circles as he ran the theories through his head.
He noticed something obvious he had missed. The streets of London were empty. He knew London and the one in "Pete's world" wasn't so different. It was always packed, full of people. Something was wrong.
He ran, turning another corner.
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Gregory Nelson
Location: American Frontier, 1780 (Assassins Creed Universe)
Gregory awoke to something he had not heard in years, the chirping of birds. He smiled, assuming it was some kind of dream only to feel a cold breeze move over him. The memories came flooding back in that moment, he had been in this forest for one day and was yet to find anyone, only animals and the chirping he had actually heard upon first arriving here. He was trying to get used to the nature but felt that he never would. It was unusual to him, even alien.
Gregory had woken up here almost naked and lying in the snow, thankfully he had woken up with a black duffel bag containing his clothes and all of his standard gear as even when on his ship, he still carried everything in a bag. Old habits died hard. Gregory reached into his bag and pulled out his helmet, putting it on before he continued walking. His theory was that either he was under an intense Curabitur illusion or he had been taken from the ship and dumped onto a nearby planet which just so happened to be full of creatures from Earth before the war.
He spent most of the day running around, confused and trying to figure things out but he had come to eventually. After some time to think Gregory's first objective was to find some kind of shelter, he had spotted wolf tracks yesterday so if he was unable to find shelter he told himself he would be killed in his sleep by a wolf or by something else.
Gregory noticed smoke in the distance and began walking towards it. Was it a sign of a crash, or of civilization on this planet?
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Max Valentine
Location: London, Earth, 2196 (Mass Effect Universe)
Max sat in the crowded bar with Bishop lying at his feet as both tried to ignore the commotion, slouching over his drink instead. It had been five days since the two had walked through what some were calling a "portal", others a "hole" and some simply called it a "tear". Max decided he was going to go by the third name he heard.
An Asari sat down at the table across from Max, five days ago he had never seen an alien before but he seemed to take it a lot better than Bishop did who at the first sight of a Krogan he had barked like crazy until the Krogan had ordered Bishop to "can it"
"So I hear you're from the other universe?"
"The other what?" Max replied, spitting out his drink. This was the first he'd heard talk about universes, but he told himself that he hadn't been paying much attention either.
"So you haven't heard, then." She smiled
"Heard what?"
"The...What do you call them."
"Tear."
"The tear you stepped through led to this universe. As if the tear is like some kind of...Gateway between universes."
Max sat up straight in his chair
"Shit." He spoke before taking another drink "That's mighty interesting, but how can you prove it?"
"Well you've never seen other species before. The humans in your universe and ours have a different timeline. How else do you explain it?"
A silence followed before she spoke again "Can I ask you a few questions...Questions about the unive..."
"No." Max replied, finishing his drink and standing up "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better get back to my own universe. I have some business to take care of."
Bishop followed Max out of the bar and onto the crowded streets of London, it was full of people, both alien and human going about their lives, getting drunk. While there hadn't been much chaos caused by the "gateway", Max and Bishop were both on guard. With such a revelation, someone would snap eventually and cause some kind of chaos. Max wanted no part in the chaos in this universe and instead wanted to focus on his mission. If there was chaos back on New Cape Town and he assumed there would be at least some he could use it to his advantage.
Bishop stopped in his tracks, his ear's pricking up as across the street in a clothes shop that had closed for the night a tear began to open, lightning struck the ground next to the shop and continual lightning struck the windows. Finally the tear opened, obliterating the entrance to the shop and it's windows, causing both glass and the nearby people to scatter. Max on the other hand, continued to stare at it.
"What the hell?" He muttered.
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