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Entry tags:
- !location: vehicle bays,
- !plot: soulcatcher,
- !status: open,
- alendian,
- applejack,
- azula,
- chell,
- daniel jackson,
- dean winchester,
- devlin levin,
- dustin brooks,
- eleventh doctor,
- elisa maza,
- ellyn vitner,
- erhart,
- goliath,
- hikari yagami,
- hit girl,
- ildraniath,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- john crichton,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- malcolm reynolds,
- marco,
- morgan knight,
- negi springfield,
- nima,
- phillip,
- river song,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- sam winchester,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- shoutarou hidari,
- sumeragi lee noriega,
- tim drake/red robin,
- vala mal doran,
- victoria waterfield,
- wheatley,
- xander
Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 2 - Personal Interwoven Soulcatchers
Following you awakening and talking with a few of the members through the communication systems by way of the three kind people who had awakened her, Nezaitben realized how the crew was stuck in a terrible mess.
So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.
Yet the ship was still sad.
This would not do.
That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.
These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.
A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.
That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.
[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!
There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]
So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.
Yet the ship was still sad.
This would not do.
That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.
These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.
A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.
That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.
[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!
There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]
Re: River and Eleven
There aren't many people who can get in and out of the TARDIS, especially not after what the Master did to it - between that, what he tried with River Song and what happened back in that ravine, the Doctor wasn't too inclined to give the man as much leeway as before despite whatever centuries worth of history they had. He managed to clamp down on any excess memories from leaking (too much) out. River might be his future wife, but that didn't mean that he felt comfortable sharing all the dark corners of his lives with the woman.
He turned her body back toward a shortcut back to the console room, lifting her foot when he noticed there was a...petal underfoot? That hadn't been there before. He moved to bend down like he would normally, a kind of sudden half-falling motion that worked when you had a body like his and finding that he couldn't quite do it the same way in River's. River's arms pinwheeled out as they tried to catch hold of something.
River and Eleven
She doesn't rightly know how much the Master told the Doctor after she'd left, but he must have said something because the Doctor had been acting strangely towards her - well more so then usual.
She really doesn't like it when he just takes charge of her body like that. It just feels strange to have someone else moving her limbs instead of her. And worse, he couldn't even drive her body properly because down they go. Face first on the floor, with the petal directly in front of her eyes.
River grunts from the impact and moves to sit back up. Doctor, try not to damage my body. It's the only one we have at the moment. Of course she had to berate him. She's his wife. It's like any married couple on the highway.
"What's a flower petal doing in your study?" She picks up the petal and holds it to her face for inspection. "And no, we're not licking it. We're in my body and I don't lick strange things."
Let's time skip and do something in the dream log?
Right, he keeps forgetting he's in her body and not his! It's doubtful he'd get much with her taste buds. You know how humans are, the Doctor thinks, making no attempt to hide that from River as he peers at the petal through her eyes. It's a very delicate shade of pink. He can tell her that it most certainly wasn't there when he was here in his own body being productive and sorting things and no, River, he hardly thinks this is the Master's doing. It's not much fun to get revenge on a body with no one inside, after all! Not much of a challenge. Brilliant mind like the Master's needs to be constantly challenged and sometimes that's why the Doctor suspect he's made all those mistakes and gotten himself defeated over and over again. Maybe it's unconsciously knowing that all he needs to do is get it right once.
Or he could be on the market for stealing his lives again. The Doctor to this day still isn't sure about that plan. Also something about snakes.
(He did like the cape, though!)
The Doctor resists the urge to just lick the flower petal at least once. "Let's ask around. Maybe some of the crew've seen something."
After all, it's not like the Master has access to the TARDIS and this time the Doctor has made sure to double, if not triple, Master-proof it. At the very least he shouldn't be able to find a way in for quite some time. The Doctor teeters to River's feet, tossing her glorious hair over her shoulder and deciding that maybe he ought to try to grow out his hair whenever he got his body back.