Meeting Night

[nevermindtherunning]

Who: the Doctor, EVERYONE
Where: Doctor's house
When: Night of day 73
What: The Doctor Time Lord Victorious holds an escape plan meeting.

Ever since the Master had arrived, the Doctor has been stewing in an anger so deep that he didn't quite understand it himself. He couldn't ever recall feeling like this for this long, but it was there. Part anger, part mania, part obession all channeled into one thing: escaping.

Initially it felt like a holiday, but that had worn off, leaving him in this state. Everything here was wrong, and it was up to him to change that.

Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, the Doctor looked at the room before him. He had finally bothered cleaning things up, given now he was in the final testing rounds of the generator. The floors were cleared of the debris, dishes washed, kitchen sanitized - everything had its proper place. Everything except them.

All the cameras in the house were covered by towels, and in the middle of the room were some chalkboards he managed to find. On the top of one, Part 1: the escape and the other, Part 2: the distraction. Given his idea had to separate pieces that needed to work together, this seemed appropriate. Now, if he can get everyone to come.

[ooc: Don't be afraid to tag each other in the threads. I'm imagining this will become quite chaotic after a while XD]

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[blackmagus]

Given that she'd pledged her involvement already, not showing up wasn't much of an option for Fortescue. Still, she kept to the back of the room, leaning against a wall. She wasn't a soldier, more of a government-trained assassin pressed into black ops, and receiving orders was, ordinarily, straight-forward. From her country, anyway. The Doctor was clever, but she had her reservations about this strange place — and they weren't going away anytime soon.

Jazz was perched on her shoulders so as to be out of the way, curled around her neck a little like a feline scarf; he scanned the room with cautious, pale eyes. Fortescue did similarly, expression thoughtful but subdued. She was, for the most part, here to listen.

[noblexcompanion]

The Doctor had been so excited about his junk sculpture and the fact he was so sure it was going to get them home that Donna had to attend to see what all the fuss was about. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to get them all home - there was no one in the universe she trusted more (well, apart from Wilf); but things with the Doctor never ran smoothly.

Still, she was his mate and she needed to be there whether his junk machine was a success or a failure. So, there she was! "Bloody hell, you cleaned!" As always, the trivial matters.

[bluesrat]

Rat's still learning the details of this place, but he'd noticed the envelopes slipped on the porches, and picked one up. It's a good thing he did. Now he's here, entering like he's afraid of intruding on something, guitar case slung over his back. As he hasn't settled into a house, there's nowhere he really trusts he can leave it, so he settles in a chair at the back with the case propped between his feet, and eyes the chalkboards thoughtfully.

[mentis]

Charles had received the mysterious summons from the Doctor, the WWII slogan catching his attention almost immediately. It's been twenty-years, and even though he spent the majority of the war in America far away from the true horror, even though he was a child, it still brings back memories and feelings attached. Churchill was undoubtedly a good leader but are there ever truly good men to be found in any war?

So he turns up to witness this cloak and dagger finale for himself, curiosity bringing him out of his shell, only just skimming the thoughts of everyone present in the same way someone might slide their gaze over strangers. The chalkboards make him smile as he settles off somewhere to the side.

Whatever might happen, he's hopefully prepared for it.

[primogen_vampirate]

There were precious few people in the village that Mina would obey any kind of summons from. The Doctor, however, was one of them. And anyway, she was bored. Even if she was utterly friendless in this place, she supposed these people could provide some amusement.

Although if anyone asked her if she was on her period again, she would happily shoot him in the face.

She did not arrive with her customary swagger. She was relatively silent as she slipped inside, her fedora pulled down low over her forehead. Nevertheless, she was immaculately dressed, her three-piece suit pressed and clean, her purple tie perfectly knotted, and all of her rings gleaming off of her fingers.

Casually, she lounged against a back wall, arms crossed. "What adventures have we in store for tonight?" she mused softly to herself.

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau had turned up bright and early, eager to see what was going to happen. He'd wrapped a rag around his communicator in an attempt to muffle it, as he was sure their captors would listen in.

After making his greetings he took a moment to scratch a few symbols onto the corner of the Distraction chalkboard so that the gathered demons and aliens would know what will mean trees, troops and traps when he began to explain his part.

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau slunk over to Charles when he got a moment, nodding subtly and sitting down beside him. He didn't want to go near the mindreader, didn't like the possible vulnerability, but he needed something he couldn't get otherwise. He got to his point quickly.

"Can you just hear with those powers of yours, or can you speak with them too?"

[mentis]

Charles pauses, his shoulders squaring minutely. He doesn't look frightening, his clothes ill-fitting and his face soft. But that doesn't mean anyone is ignoring his power. They can't, he's aware of that.

So when his voice comes his mouth doesn't move at all.

I can communicate through thoughts both ways, yes.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar is not entirely sure about any of this. On the one hand, he's furious and worried about missing siblings (with the additional stress of concern for the one that's just arrived). On the other hand...he doesn't have much to go back to, should an escape succeed. More importantly, he doesn't care to leave without something more definite on Anna's whereabouts.

Still, it can't hurt to hear the planners out. He can always discuss the matter more privately with Raphael or Gabriel later.

[tryingitall]

Settling at the edge of the room, Balthazar's quick to notice Fortescue and Jazz. Goodness, she really does bring him everywhere, doesn't she? He's beginning to wonder if the cat is more than a pet.

Not that it's any of his business. He smiles at them, anyway, and gives an uncertain wave.

[bostonhowler]

The smell is what draws her. The otherly smell that had surrounded St. Raphael and St. Lucifer surrounds another in the room. Gravitating towards him settles her nerves, eases the strain of being in a room with all the smells, all the sounds, all the everything that involve a group of people together.

She isn't used to it here. School is easy. Blank it out, concentrate on the cadence of the teacher's voice. But, here, she hasn't had a chance to acclimate to it yet.

Slipping through the group, Brigid takes up her position near the angel, allowing his scent to focus her thoughts.

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee isn't surprised at the cleaning. She's also not surprised at the gathering. If nothing else, there would be hell to pay later.

... she might have conveniently left out her part in this plan. She didn't want Logan to sit on her. Man's heavy.

"Yeah, he did." She stops near Donna, watching the Doctor. If he can get them home, that's fine. She just wonders how far her powers are going to burn out. It's been a while since she's truly let them go - the Mandarin's house, ouch - and this will be a test of everything she's learned over the years.

And possibly how to slip the Professor, Magneto, and Logan all in one fell swoop.

[justrunsasaloon]

Ellen finds a chair and settles herself into it. She's mostly stiff and bruised, though there's a couple of things still healing. She's wondering what's going on here. With the disappearance of Angels - and how weird was that - she's cautious of any plan that would take them anywhere.

This place is dangerous in a way that she hasn't figured out yet. But, she's willing to listen. For now.

[reluctantsword]

Wallie slides into the meeting and settles himself at the back of the room. The note was vague but he suspects a conspiracy for escape. He's all for that, but he also knows how well the last attempt went.

They don't need a repeat of that.

Either way, he's here to listen.

[thezerothlaw]

Daneel is present. He feels he should be. He's not in favour of violence, but he isn't in favour of captivity, either. Any attempt to escape, if he is to support it, must balance those two in an acceptable way for him.

He's quiet, though, listening more than speaking, for the moment.

[hung_garian]

Like Balthazar, Gabriel's no longer entirely sure how invested he is in this plan. At any rate, if it works then he's not leaving without Anna and Lucifer, and, well, he's got nothing to back to besides the possibility of an afterlife, in which he's pretty sure he doesn't believe. Not for the angels. Besides, he's actually quite content: if he's honest, he's genuinely happy more often here than he's been in a very long time, even if it does come with a price.

But of course, he's well aware that not everyone is enjoying this as much as he (reluctantly) is, and he's not going to take back his offer to help out. For the humans especially, the dangers presented by the village are very much more real, and even if he doesn't want to leave himself, he's definitely on board with helping those people he do want to. And if this provides a key to getting the missing people out of wherever they are, so much the better.

His lack of any particular enthusiasm, though, is probably quite obvious. He's perched on one of the counters, chewing bubblegum, carefully far enough from Balthazar to maintain some semblance of the (increasingly laughable) charade that he has nothing to do with anyone who could possibly be identified as an angel.

[hung_garian]

While Gabriel probably shouldn't fall under the heading of 'friend', given all that pesky lying, and wouldn't be particularly bothered to hear that he doesn't, he does at least hope to be entertaining. Less so now than usual - he has other things on his mind - but still, it's nice to have (and/or be) a distraction, and talking to Mina almost always gives the ol' wits (or something in their general vicinity) a bit of a workout. Besides, he can't pass up having a good-natured jibe at someone leaning on a wall, dressed in a suit and an angled fedora, with ostentatious jewellery. That would practically be a crime.

He sidles over and leans against the wall not quite next to her, but close enough to be heard speaking in hushed tones. And, for that matter, a rather bad Brooklyn accent.

"The crow flies east at midnight. How's the petunias?"

[hung_garian]

One of the aforementioned 'demons', probably to Dilandau's chagrin, is running a finger over the diagram, smudging the chalk only slightly. He glances over, not even bothering to hide the smug expression that says all too clearly that he's deliberately trying to piss him off.

"Regular da Vinci, aren'tcha? What's all this, huh?" He drags one finger down past the symbols, resulting a brief but unpleasant nails-on-chalkboard noise. "And which bit of it means me? This one looks most rugged, but I gotta say, none of 'em really capture my essence."

[tryingitall]

Oh, a redhead he hasn't met yet! He can't help but think of Anna, forlornly, but seeing this girl gravitate toward him forces him to push those thoughts aside. He gives her a mild, friendly smile, oblivious to the fact that his scent gives him away, and nudges a chair away from the wall and toward her. "Sit, if you want? I'm restless; I'll be standing."

[noblexcompanion]

"I must admit I was beginning to think the Doctor didn't know the meaning of cleaning up!" It's a bit of good natured teasing at the Doctor's expense. But hey, he is hardly the most tidy of people. You'd think at 900+ years old he'd be better at it.

"Here's hoping he doesn't get us all killed."

[burnburnburn]

There's a mental cringe and Dilandau clenches his fists together, controlling the urge to physically cringe as well.

Unless our captors are fools, which I doubt, they'll be listening to every sound we make through these shackles whether we think them turned on or not.

His eyes flicker over to the deceptively soft man and he does his best not to note the ways he could dispatch him from where they sat if Charles tries to harm him. Such plans shouldn't be given away.

Can you tell if they're monitoring minds as well?

[bostonhowler]

The movement catches her off guard and her head whips around, lightning fast to see what was moved. Her eyes flick up to the angel, studying his face for a moment. Her ears ping to the sound of two hearts in one chest. An odd sound, but no odder in this room filled with beings who don't smell human.

"No, I thank you -" She frowns. Has she met him? She doesn't think so. "I'm sorry; I don't know your name."

Brothers. St. Raphael has said he had several brothers here. Brigid just assumes that this is one of them.

[thelittlestbub]

"Geniuses don't know what Soft Scrub is." Jubilee agrees. She's known that for a while. Forge's lab is something else. You ask before sitting down, otherwise there might be an unhealthy reaction.

The less said about the flying coffeemaker the better.

"Better dead than trapped like rats." Jubilee is starting to have some very uncomfortable dreams about this place. This place is cold, like the Mojave had been that night. Monitored throughout the day, making escape almost impossible.

There's a reason she ends up with the wolves and Logan most nights if she can.

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau bares his teeth at the noise and barely manages to stop himself from slapping the bastard demon.

"You can get your own smudge when I've heard enough of the Doctor's plan to put the final touches on mine."

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau's glad to see Wallie's there. His misunderstandings mean he's not particularly fond of this king of the Sorcerers, but he respects his skill with the sword. He weaves his way over and leans in.

"Make sure you're not here just to listen. It'll be a waste of your skills if we don't find way to make use of you in these plans."