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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 23:31:46 GMT -5
(There may be more joining this thread for Jackson Lake. If you have interest in participating, feel free to contact me about it or post in the Events OOC thread of "A Victorian Master PLot". This thread and its sibling thread will both be part of "The Master Plan" related event threads)
The date was November 4th, 1891. It has been exactly six months since the great Sherlock Holmes vanquished the evil Moriarty. At the same time, many believed the great detective himself to have died in the conflict. Despite this, crime is still on the rise in London. Three months earlier, however, a mysterious object had fallen from the sky and crashed outside the city. The entire area of the crash site has been seized by Her Majesty's Torchwood Institute, and no clear signs of WHAT crashed has been made available to the public knowledge.
Crime in London is still on the rise. If anything, it has risen even more since the death of the Napolean of Crime, Professor James Moriarty. One peculiar case of crime in Southern parts of London involved the smuggling and illegal distribution of a new drug, described simply as "The Red Opium". The particularly interesting fact about this drug and the details about any seemingly non-drug related crime, was that the criminals who were normally caught in this area for things such as Murder, Burglarly, and the like, have had the criminals shown signs of Red Opium usage. Even more interesting, was the fact that the criminals of this area were mostly all white european males, majority of which native to London itself, and normally not a known demographic of Opium consumption before. Some have even been found to be bearing a mark on them as well, a large "M" on some article of cloth, even a rag found tied on their person or stuffed in their pocket.
Has the great Moriarty truly returned?
Doctor Watson currently has paid a visit to a patient of his who has suffered a broken leg. As he left the man's home, he proceeded to walk down Baker Street. He stopped before one building and looked up at it. 221B Baker Street, the address of a flat that he shared with his old Companion, the Great Sherlock Holmes before Watson had married the Governess Mary Morstan.
"Oh Holmes," he muttered to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 0:42:47 GMT -5
OoC: Okay this is going to be a bit sticky, but bear with us as we plot device Jackson Lake... Ic: A flash of white, and then the darkness. That is all Mr. Lake felt and saw once upon a time. It was the year 1853, when he had settled down with his son and the nanny Rosita, and he presumed that he would never see The Doctor again, nor any chaotic time shenanigans. It seems to this man that he was wrong. All he did was touch this particular item, and now he was in a completely different place. Getting up and rubbing his head, he opened his eyes to find himself in an alleyway. "Well that was a sour trip. Where am I? London?" He looked around in curiosity, before he walked over to a nearby paperboy. "Hello young man. Could you tell me the time?""It's half past eight, sir." He replied. "Half past eight?! I was out all night in that creepy alleyway-!" He paused, "... What date is it?""The 4th of November, sir." The paperboy sighed. "Blimey, that means I'd been out for months-" His expression sidened in horror. "... What is the year?" Jackson's voice squeaked a little bit, dreading the word that was going to come out next. "... 1891, sir." The paperboy glanced at the man, who was now agape in horror and shock. "... I've been time displaced! How did that happen..." He shut up for the moment, watching as the boy scooted away from him and he had to give himself a moment, leaning on a streetlamp to get his bearings.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jun 23, 2013 8:37:36 GMT -5
*The TARDIS landed in a dark alleyway not at all dissimilar to the one where Jackson Lake found himself; the moment the materialization was complete the door flew open and the Third Doctor all but ran out, his nose inches from the display of one of the gizmos he so loved: it looked like a weird cross between a hand held metal detector and a Geiger counter, with a vague steampunk look with gears, analog displays with various needles and levers sticking out at weird angles. The thing was clicking and whirring at a specific rhythm, making the Doctor turn abruptly left or right, backtrack or lean down with his face nearly on the pavement; during this procedure that made him look like a swing dancer with an invisible partner he kept talking* It must be close, Sarah Jane... it definitely happened not far from here. It's been centuries since such a peculiar spike like this one happened, I wonder if it's one of the crown jewels from Rigel XIV or... *The string of names of artifacts and planets continued seamlessly as he was searching, bringing him closer to where Jackson Lake 'appeared' but at the same time it made him completely oblivious of the man leaning on a streetlamp with a shocked look on his face* ((I hope it's fine, I left it so Sarah Jane can notice and take care of the 'human factor' ))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 3:29:30 GMT -5
The Doctor had been in a tinker's frenzy for the better part of half an hour, tracking down some sort of signal, he said. He'd tried three different machines, one of which smoked a bit, before finding the one that could tell him what he needed. His mind was so set on it, he hardly noticed as she slipped along. She didn't expect to go unnoticed, however they'd had an argument or two about when it was 'safe' enough for her to go, and apparently he didn't have time to argue with her right now. As soon as the Doctor told her when they were going, she headed to the wardrobe. She found a fine and shining dress of muted peacock colors It snugged around her waist, but flared out from there, a richness of fabric in the skirt, the sleeves, and the stiff bodice that seemed cut a bit low, but was so immobile it kept her reliably covered. She assumed one's assets were supposed to spill more out the top, but she was not generous in that direction. She wore her own boots and hoped no one would lift up her skirts enough to find the zippers. She was back just in time to leap out at the Doctor's heels. Woodsmoke. Coal dust. Horses leavings. People leavings, open sewers. But there was something ripe and alive about the air that could not be denied. No car exhaust. The savory scents of cooking spun with the copper of slaughter. There were the sounds of horses and the carts they carried over stone, and a paperboy in the distance. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but his melody was familiar even to some one of the twentieth century. Cobblestones. Rough brick walls on the building on either side. Sun slanted through. The Doctor was busy looking for whatever he had lost, and she was busy noting they had company. A fine enough looking man, coming around the corner. She nodded and tried to look official, so as to counter act the Doctor's half scrambled search for . . .something. "Hello" She tried, wondering if the TARDIS changed her 1973 English into 1985 English somehow. The Dress
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 13:13:00 GMT -5
OoC: Ken said I could go ahead and post so here ya go. xD
Ic: Jackson Lake really had no idea what to do or how he was going to get out of this pickle he was in. He was displaced through time, and right now he had no idea how he was going to get back to his own timeline, which was decades back. He took a deep breath of air before he heard a sound. A VWORP VWORP. Something that he remembered in his memories. Or... not his memories.
Out of the alley he was in popped a familiar man, on the ground and weaving back and forth, and the thick wavy grey hair and rather dandy appearance. He knew who this man was. Following him was a young woman he also remembered seeing. No, this was The Doctor. And right now he was certainly very happy to see them.
Though logic told him this was an earlier face of The Doctor's, he may not recognize him. Though ti seems that the young woman saw him and he smiled at the woman, straightening his coat and trying to hide his shock.
"Hello, ma'am. Investigating something, I presume?"
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jun 29, 2013 17:34:18 GMT -5
The Doctor kept following his gadget's sounds and whirring like a hound follows his nose, utterly oblivious of Sarah Jane speaking to the man. He suddenly stopped as the contraption let out a ring and grinned:
"Ah-hah! Found it! The anomaly originated right here! ... Well, not exactly originated, this looks to be the tail end of the signal, you see, because..."
Still grinning he turned to explain his friend how the anomaly worked and discovered he had been talking to thin air all along.
"... Oh."
Slightly disappointed (but don't ever try to imply he pouted) the Time Lord backtracked his steps out of the dark alleyway and noticed Sarah Jane talking to a stranger - and when did she find the time to change?! The Doctor walked to the duo, about to go on pointing how this wasn't really the time to chat with the locals when his contraption sprang to life again and started whirring furiously the closer he got to the man. Disappointment and confusion forgotten the Doctor quickly joined them and used the device to scan the person until it ringed again; only then he seemed to lose the hunting frenzy and straightened up, holding the barrage of questions as the stranger seemed already confused enough:
"How fascinating! Ah, forgive me, good Sir, I'm Doctor John Smith. I don't believe we've met, but I have to ask... are you experiencing any dizziness, disorientation? If so, don't fret, we might be able to help."
He turned to Sarah Jane and smiled:
"Excellent, Miss Smith, I must thank you. Have you made the introductions yet?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 3:09:15 GMT -5
His question, in it's accuracy, took her back. How would he know such a thing? What did he already know that she didn't? To stall, she introduced herself, walking forward, hand extended.
"Sarah Jane Smith." She said, and took his name in return.
"I did come with my friend for a bit of a poke around. Scientist." she said, pointing at the figure of the Doctor as he rummaged around, lost to his own devices. "So I'm not quite sure what yet, but he'll explain at some point.
"What made you guess we were investigating?" She was starting to ask when the Doctor took note and joined them. He immediately swept the man up in questions in that way of his. So very direct as if it never crossed his mind some people might not care to be interrogated. Sarah Jane found it rather charming, and was beginning to realize that the direct approach sometimes worked even better than her method of circling her prey with questions.
"Doctor, this is Mr.Jackson Lake." She said formally, unable to keep the smug from her grin. The single fact that this man had first wondered if they were investigating made her think there was some connection between him and whatever the Doctor was seeking. By the way the Doctor looked at him after scanning him, he thought so too. Maybe.
And so it began.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 11:47:10 GMT -5
"Ah, a scientist." He spoke up, "Yes, my name is Jackson Jake."
With that he would watch The Doctor, not really minding it all. Considering he thought he was The Doctor at some point, he knew the other was pretty busy trying to figure out what anomalies there were out there. Unfortunately, Jackson Lake was one of them, though he had to get that explained at some point, especially when the device was pointed at him.
Sometimes he couldn't comprehend The Doctor, even with his knowledge of him. Especially when he started asking questions. Jackson couldn't help but smile, though he had to humor them for quite awhile, not wanting to break the space time continuum by telling this version his adventures with the Cybermen.
"Ah yes, pleased to meet you Sarah Jane Smith, and Doctor. I'm glad I ran into you because I appear to have been displaced through time." And not by a weeping angel. "I'm supposed to be from the 1850's, and some anomaly jumped be about 40 years into the future."
He pointed to the kid who was staring at them from afar with a newspaper.
"It's November, 1891. Last I remember it was August 1853. Perhaps you could help me with this issue?"
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jul 6, 2013 8:28:25 GMT -5
The Doctor smiled at Sarah Jane, then quirked an eyebrow at the man's almost casual explanation of his being displaced in time, despite the obvious shock the event must have just caused. Moreover, he seemed not at all put off by the scanner... intrigued, the Doctor inclined his head at the question:
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Lake. We can certainly return you to your original time, but first I need to know if you touched or interacted with anything unusual before the displacement happened, a strange jewel, a shiny lever, a glowing goblet perhaps? I apologize for the weird questions but they will help with deciding what's the best way to bring you back."
As he spoke a sudden alarming thought crept in his mind: the more he observed this man the more he was feeling like there was something off, and it wasn't the current displacement. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a stethoscope, wore it, then auscultated Jackson's chest - a single beat. It must have been something else then... the feeling was starting to nag at the Doctor's mind but, as frustrating as it was, maybe only by finding out more about the current problem wold he discover more about this peculiar man. He smiled at him:
"Just checking, everything seems to be fine despite your current predicament, Sir. I have to ask though, and don't take this the wrong way but... This is not the first time you find yourself in such unusual situation, is it."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 18:06:41 GMT -5
Sometimes the Doctor's unusual manner made her feel awkward. There was very little preamble before her tall friend had his stethoscope and was hand to chest with the Mr.Lake. She gave the man a reassuring smile.
"A time traveler from 1853?" She said in wonder. "Are you certain your name isn't Mr.Well's? Doctor, you didn't tell me you were looking for a person." And she was feeling a little smug about that, the Doctor had been busy getting readings in the alley while she was introducing herself to who they were looking for.
She was going to by a newspaper as soon as she could. But with what? My goodness, what sort of shopping did they have here? She'd very much like to find a market square.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 20:43:12 GMT -5
It was the typical, it seems. The Doctor was checking his hearts to see what was up and they both found it odd that he could speak temporal mechanics so easily for his... time. He would give them both a wide smile before pulling his hair back and looking around. Yes, he would have to get fully acquainted with these two.
"Between you and I, what you learn about me you'll eventually learn in your future, and in your future will be the first time I see you, it seems!" Ooh how mysterious. "Plus it's a very long story."
With that out of the way, he would pull his hair back to try and think about what was the last thing he saw. Flash of light... he was only strolling around, so whatever hit him was from behind. Or perhaps he leaned on something? His lips twitched a bit as he tried to think.
"I can't say I recall. I was walking and then suddenly I was here. Felt like I got a hangover but I don't drink anymore..."
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jul 10, 2013 7:44:13 GMT -5
The Doctor noticed Sarah's smugness and couldn't help but shoot her a smile that faded at the question; he rubbed his jaw, then held his chin in thought for a moment.
"Actually I wasn't, I thought we were after an artifact... I started suspecting it would have been more complicated than that when the instrument signaled this time frame was the arrival point of a temporal shift."
He looked at both of them with a furrowed brow:
"So not only this artifact has been activated, it's being used by someone up to no good. It's of little consolation that from what we know we can deduce this object is small enough to be carried around, maybe even concealable. Hangover... it might be just an effect of the temporal displacement - time travel without a capsule is not an experience I'd recommend - but I'll keep it in mind, it might help us with identifying the artifact. One more thing, Mr. Lake... did the object also move you to another location? If so, where were you in 1853?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 13:48:06 GMT -5
Neither man was making any sense, though the Doctor seemed to have a theory in the cue, not that that his explanation answered any but her most basic of questions. Somewhere nearby there was a time traveling device. In addition to the newly landed TARDIS, that is. She started looking at the people walking and carting buy, wondering if one of them might have it and trying not to be distracted by the lovely clothing or the pervasive horse droppings.
As her gaze crossed Jackson again, it dawned on her that he'd been firmly implying that he knew the Doctor from some other time. But the Doctor didn't seem to know him. She was still confused and went back to eavesdropping and people watching. If it hadn't been a bit rude to wander off from their new acquaintance while he seemed to be in some distress, she'd have been exploring down the street already.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 14:35:28 GMT -5
A group of four or so men, two of which carrying wooden sticks of some type, were walking together down the very street the three time travelers were on. They were approaching the melancholy Doctor Watson as he was beginning to walk away from his old residence, before he was stopped by them. Each of the men appeared to be of different occupations: A Lord, a Beggar, A Sailor, and a Police Man. Each of whom had a brightly red colored nose and a pair of bright red colored cheeks to match. Not the normal shades of red that occur when it comes to adrenaline, sunburn, fever, or sickness. No this was a bright scarlet red.
"Oi, boys check this out," the lord said as he pointed his cane at Watson. "What have we here? You're Doctor Watson aren't you?"
"Yes your lordship I am," said Watson as he examined the odd group of men surrounding him. "And who might yo-"
The lord swatted Watson across the face with his cane. His companions, taking the cue from their leader, all began to attack Watson violently. Watson tried to fight back, but he couldn't handle these four men alone.
"Help! Someone! Help!"
The men laughed. No one was going to help them. They didn't believe anyone would anyways. The Doctor's own instrument would act up again, pointing to the direction of the four men. Somehow or another, they were also associated with the temporal disturbances in the area.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jul 10, 2013 20:21:52 GMT -5
Jack spun the SUV though a confusing tangle of streets, before driving down a narrow alleyway between several old machine shops and screeching to a stop in the weed-infested gravel bed of a dead lot. A large, bleak-looking red brick building loomed in front of him. Only part of it was still standing. The other half had apparently been destroyed in a fire a long time ago, blackened rafters reaching for the pale sky like skeleton fingers.
After nearly two centuries of living and working in Cardiff, Jack knew every inch of the city intimately, down to every last brick and stone. This was the old Milner and Peabody Number Three Coal Depot. According to his scanner, he was right on top of the co-ordinates of the latest Rift spike.
Jumping out of the SUV, he slammed the driver's door with a crash, startling a flock of pigeons roosting in the derelict warehouse, sending them fluttering to the sky in a flurry of beating wings. Picking his way carefully over the rubbish-strewn ground, he made his way towards the building, his expression taut and grim as he surveyed his surroundings, alert for any attack.
Inside the warehouse was a single huge room with a cement floor. It was freezing cold. The afternoon was slowly dying and the sun had already started to sink into Cardiff Bay. Very little light penetrated the high, shattered windows of the decaying building. Deep shadows lurked all around, providing more than enough concealment for anyone who wanted to hide. Eerie whispers seemed to trail through the growing darkness, leaving an atmosphere of malevolence in their wake.
Cautiously, Jack stepped forward into the huge room. The readings on his PDA were going crazy. Somewhere here there was a....
FLASH!!!
A searingly bright light speared out of nowhere, taking him by surprise and blinding him. Everything around him seemed to turn into shifting liquid luminescence, streaming over him in a disorienting deluge.
When he opened his eyes and regained his senses, he was somewhere...some-when...else altogether.
He was backed against a rough brick wall in a narrow, cobblestoned street, edged with period-style buildings. Together with the distinctive combination of smells in the air, the scenery was enough to tell Jack what had happened. He had lived through the Victorian era before. Now it appeared he had been sent back there.
“Something tells me we're not in Kansas any more, Toto,” he muttered in annoyance, shaking his head like a wet dog in an attempt to clear it.
Nearby, there was a desperate shout - “Help! Someone! Help!” - accompanied by a gale of coarse laughter.
Looking around, Jack saw a man nearby being set upon by four, strange-looking individuals with bright red noses and cheeks. The Torchwood commander had no idea what was going on, but the uneven odds in the fight made his temper instantly rise.
Anger and adrenaline surged through his veins. Right now, it would feel really good to hit someone.
Pushing himself away from the wall, he hurled himself towards the fray, yelling as he went. “HEY! YOU LOT! STOP RIGHT THERE!”
((OOC: Hope this is okay, as per discussion in C-Box...if not, tell me, and I can change/remove it!))
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