Kimber Mac, Fitz Kreiner, and Evelyn Alvar-- Sass

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kimber_mcleod ((I'm zoned right now and so just slapped the meme title on here, but if you come up with a better title let me know!))

Evelyn Alvar:

“I could do that, but “could” doesn’t mean would.”

Kimber Mac:

“While tha’ is very true, an’ semantically profound, I’ll give ya that ‘un, ‘ere’s the fhing.” Kimber gave her the Big Sincere Puppy Dog Eyes. “Th’ Doctor dropped off me mate Fitz an’ ‘e’s a musician an’ ‘e wants ta see th’ ‘Hot Spots’ in th’ area. You, bein’ a native could jus’ show us around a little bit?” Batting her eyelashes ridiculously fast and smiling her biggest PLEEEEAASSEE smile.

“I even promise ta carry a stick ta wack Fitz wifh if ‘e tries ta get fresh wifh ya!”


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Uriel Blackwolfe and Evelyn Alvar: Just Checking on the Roses

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greyeagle2007 ((Gonna start with this one, if it works for you.))

Evelyn Alvar

"Uriel! I see you there. Lurking." She pauses, narrows her eyes. "What are you doing to my roses?"

Uriel Blackwolfe

Uriel jumps three feet away from the rose bush and glares in the direction of the voice. “Who - oh. It’s just you. Good afternoon to you, too, Evelyn. I was”, he pauses too long, “stopping to smell the roses.” He curses himself hoping she does not think anything of his poor excuse for checking on her.

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Uriel Blackwolfe and Evelyn Alvar: Coffin in the Spare Room

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Evelyn:

"Found something in an estate sale the other day that you might make use of during those many times which you somehow seem to find your way to my house." She quirks an eyebrow and gestures towards the spare room of her house. "Vampire-friendly guest room. Though I've no idea why those people were keeping an empty coffin around." A small cough covers a laugh. "Maybe they were vampires too!" Truth was, she doubted Uriel actually slept in a coffin, but it was too funny to pass up.

Uriel:

He raises an eyebrow in an alarming arch. “What?” Surely he misunderstood her. A vampire friendly room? In her house? She must be sick. No, not sick. Insane would be a better word.

“Evelyn”, he says softly speaking as though she is asleep, “are you alright?” He watches her eyes for any signs of anything that might be off in her head. Seeing the same eyes staring back at him, he ventures towards the spare room.

Easing open the door with a firm grip, he peeks into the room and discovers a coffin. A beautiful Victorian coffin with tattered silk lining. He gasps, “It’s gorgeous, but why? I thought you were terrified of me.” Taking small steps towards the coffin, he admires the detail and makes note of the lining’s age. “Where did you find it?”

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Galatea and The Other: Galileo

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The Other (and Galatea):

She had bolted.

She had run hard, and run far, and had gotten further this time than ever she had expected. But even her ferocious strength had its limits, and she fell to her knees, her clothing stained red by the grass of the mountainside.

As she knelt there, hands and knees, breath seething in her lungs, pale platinum-white hair falling all around her face, obscuring the violent visions of her violet eyes…

…she realized, to her fury and her horror, that she was not alone.

Her nostrils flared, and she recognized the scent of him instantly, and she skittered back from him, knocking a stone down the side of the mountain with an echoing clatter.

Galatea, his voice echoed in her mind, as this one did not speak using words as his compatriots did.

She scowled at him, and hissed, and scrabbled for another stone to throw at him.

His face was… featureless. And he wore white. Always only white.

He crouched before her, and he did not try to touch her. But he offered her his hand to sniff, and shook his eerie expressionless head slowly.

He would do what he needed to do to help his people survive the chaos of these Dark Ages. To rise. But he knew that Rassilon, and Omega, his comrades, his brothers, he knew that despite their vision and genius and indomitable will… that they were not flawless beings, and their hearts were badly damaged. He was not like them, this… Other.

I’m sorry, his mind spoke to her mind, and she could hear it, she could hear it in his thoughts that he spoke truth, he spoke sincerity.

I'm so sorry.

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On Memes and Prompts

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So, I've been trying to figure out the best way to use prompt memes in this community, since they've always been so fun over on Tumblr. Here's an idea:

1. Someone posts a prompt in an entry. (You can copy/paste something that catches your fancy from Tumblr, or you could make your own)

2. People who are interested in playing the prompt can comment on the entry with something like "Pick me!" or whatever floats your boat. If you'd like to write with a specific person, you can use their ID in your comment to notify them. (This will be the equivalent of "reblogging" a meme so people can send you "asks" based on it)

3. Those who want to write with a commenter can reply directly to the one they want to write with to accept the prompt challenge.

4. Paired off writers can then start their roleplay threads in new posts and play it out like normal.

The Tenth Doctor and Evelyn Alvar: September's Gift

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Evelyn:

New Orleans.

Evelyn Alvar steps out of the coffeehouse where she had met with an acquaintence with contacts in the publishing world and shivers in the surprisingly cold weather, tugging her flimsy sweater closed and wrapping her arms around herself.  A small, husky chuckle emanates from her throat at the thought of the earlier conversation.   It seems she may have a new book deal.  She rather hopes so– since quitting Alice’s shop after they had a falling out, she's been subsisting entirely on freelance work, which is scarce these days.  Her savings are close to being depleted, she's been living on ramen and peanut butter, and she has been considering the merits of returning to the retail industry, albeit with a different company.  The thought does not appeal to her.

It is near the end of September, and the storefronts are plastered with pale ghostly figures, witches in tattered black robes, dancing skeletons.  A gust of icy wind tousles her hair and raises gooseflesh.  She has never known it to be so cold in Louisiana this time of year; they usually still have one foot nudged to the edge of the sultry oppressiveness of summer heat.

For reasons she doesn’t fully understand, every cell in her body begins to tingle with alarm.

And then she notices three things, one right after the other.  One:  the streets and sidewalks, usually bustling with people, are deserted.   No cars in the road, though the parking lots are still full.  Two: the scene before her is slowly becoming obscured by a flurry of white particles.  It actually takes her a second or two to realize that it’s snowing.  Three: a rapid succession of footfalls echoing behind her as somebody runs towards her.

She spins on her heels and braces herself.

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Tenth Doctor and Evelyn: At the Water's Edge

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The Doctor:

The night was crisp and black; to the Doctor, it felt mildly crystalline. The stars like crushed diamonds smeared themselves across the clear sky above his head; high in the inky blackness, the moon hung as a single pale baleful eye glowing, phosphorescent.

He liked nights like this, on Earth. Other places certainly had their own nighttime charms. He thought of the last sunset he’d on Vendi IV which was absolutely glorious – a spectacular gradient of indigo fading upwards into violet and black, its deep juicy colors glimmering and coruscating off the leaves.

But he loved the clear crispness of Earth nights. Especially near rivers or lakes. The water served as a glittery, wrinkled mirror of the sky above. And tonight, he sat at the water’s edge, watching the river undulate and ripple its nighttime reflections.



He’d begun to meditate, his eyes still open, drinking in the scene around him. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise from some trees to his left, shattering him out of his reverie.

He rose from his spot in the grass and walked over to the trees to investigate.

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Tenth Doctor, Evelyn, and Alice: Illusions and Allusions

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The Doctor:

The door of that little curiosity shop swung open, and an equally curious gentleman strolled in, the rubber soles of his shoes padding on the floor as he went.

He was curious in a few senses of the word.

He was curious in that he was odd. He had an air of the peculiar about him, eternally out of place, like an “H” wedged into the “S” section of an otherwise meticulous alphabetization.

He was curious in that he was well-made, at least, to some means of reckoning such things. He had a handsomeness to him that, while not precisely conventional, wasn’t especially hard to see, either.

He was curious in that he was difficult to comprehend, he muttered things to himself that one might strain to hear and yet wonder what language it was when one did hear it.

And he was curious in that he was looking for answers, one could see it on his face, in the scrunch of his brow, in the way his questing fingers trailed over shelves and over objects.

As he approached the counter, he smiled gently but a little warily at the shorter, dark-haired woman who waited there.

“‘Ello,” he greeted her. “Sorry to bother– erm– looking for Evelyn Alvar? Was told I could find her here, is she about?”

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Tenth Doctor and Evelyn: Kidnapped

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Evelyn:

“What have they done to you?”

The Doctor:

The Doctor found it hard to focus. He could see Evelyn when he looked up at her from where he sat on the ground, but her outer edges looked…blurry. Her image kept shifting and changing from blurry to clear and back to blurry again. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut to try to fix it, but it was no use. And on top of it, sheets of sweat kept falling into his eyes and making them sting.

‘Eb-bel-en,” he slurred. “M’I glad t’see you.”

( Trigger warning: Torture )

Tenth Doctor and Evelyn: The Rending of the Veil

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10th_13thdoctor (this is Evelyn's "You're safe here" thread)

The Doctor: 

"You're safe here."

Evelyn:

It was something small.  Innocuous.  The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back after months of a slow widening of the fissure that sliced through the layers of blockades concealing her memories, which had been allowing bits of bleedthrough here and there.

( Trigger Warnings: PTSD, violence )

Tenth Doctor and Evelyn: You're Safe Here, Doctor

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( Trigger Warnings: PTSD, gore )

Your Personal Tags

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I've started adding user ID tags to the tag list, so you guys can easily search your tags to find your threads.  I'll compile them in a post here, and add the link to this post to the sticky post at the top of the community.  I'll be adding to the list as we get more people.  (In order for this to work, be sure to tag yourselves and your RP partners in your threads when you make starters!)

10th_13thdoctor

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kimber_mcleod

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