“Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too.
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...”

Peace. Utopia. Such perfect ideals. A world where people could live without fear, without despair...without death. Such was Lord Rassilon’s vision for Gallifrey. He built Time Lord Society with the idea that his race, the Lords of Time, could all live as Kings and Queens forever. No discrimination. No violence. No suffering. They were to be the strongest and wisest beings in the cosmos, and with knowledge and immortality on their side, they would be like gods among the stars, watching over the universe. And so the Time Lords were, to some extent.

From a glance, Gallifrey seemed so perfect. Far too perfect.
And for all the glorified legends the Time Lords wished everyone including themselves to believe, some people knew the truth...

And in time, others shall know the truth too.


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“Commentator Farron for News Feed One, standing just outside the Time Lord Citadel, inside the Capitol.” The robed Time Lord gestured around with a sweeping hand on the holographic screen.

“Today for Gallifrey, marks a new chapter in our long celebrated and prestigious history. Barely forty-five years ago, the mere concept of Time Lord intervention was regarded with concern and severe disapproval within our society. It is only through the revolutionary, if controversial, reforms brought about by Gallifrey’s esteemed Lord High President, the Lady Romanadvoratrelundar, that we Gallifreyans have become involved in the universe openly, for the first time since the great days of Rassilon himself. Would it not be for the Lady President Romanadvoratrelundar, the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and of course the other leaders of the Temporal Powers Coalition, access to these new windows of opportunity and change, would not be possible.”

“Today, the well revered and exclusive Time Lord Academy, home to Gallifrey’s most talented students and future pioneers, is opening its doors to Off-worlders for the first time in its long history. The Transduction Barriers around Gallifrey have been temporarily lifted whilst the Time ships and spacecraft carrying off-worlders arrive outside the Capitol; many of these ships are government ships funded and provided by the Temporal Coalition. It also appears that the Chancellery Guards and the Celestial Intervention Agency are working together today to ensure events today run smoothly. Whilst there has understandably been much controversy over the notion of non-Gallifreyans being educated on Gallifrey, the Chapter Houses of the High Council and the Madam President herself, have all assured that this decision, is made for the benefit of the future, and as a welcome gesture to our newly found allies in the Temporal Powers. This is a historic day indeed...”ffffffffttttt*static*

Ffffffttttt*static*..."From our debate this morning, the question on everyone’s minds still remains: Can these ‘aliens’, truly be trusted with time travel?"...fffffftttt*static*

Fffffttttt*static*..."One would like to question whether President Romana’s reforms are truly the way forward for our people. Why change a system that has proved successful for thousands upon thousands of years? Surely, this ‘experiment’ with the Academy, is a step too far? Is our society ready for the implications that might arise from such a rash decision?"...ffffftttttt*static*

Ffffffftttt*static*...“We Gallifreyans have always feared a time when we would lose our power and knowledge to other forces in the universe. But perhaps that paranoia in itself is the greatest threat to our society! For too long, we have walked in the shadows. Perhaps the Madam President is right. We need to change...give these off-worlders a fair chance”...fffffftttt*static*

Ffffffftttt*static*....“So it seems that Mirquelarunstillhaven has won the Golden Delta Fourth dimensional Chess Chalice, consecutively for the 8,894th time. Lords and Ladies, can he ever be beaten? Find out in our next annual tournament when...”....fffffffttttt*static*

Fffffffttttt*static*...."So remember, young Time Tots, the moral of today’s story: Never Play with Paradoxes. Until next time, dear children"...ffffttttt*static*

Ffffffftttt*static* ....“And now for the weather in the Wild Endeavour Continent, with Forecaster Alandreiusandro-”...ffffffttttt*static*

Fffffffttttt*static*....“♫ So have a good life; do it for me, make me so proud, like you want me to be. Wherever you are, I’m thinking of you; oceans apart, I want you to know... ♫”


“-K9, that will do, thank you. Turn it off! I can’t hear myself think.”

“Mistress.”

The transmission being displayed on K9 Mark II’s holographic projection screen was cut with a ‘bleep’, disappearing and fizzling out into silence. The robotic dog lowered its head apologetically.

Sitting upon a high-backed elegant chair behind an equally elegant desk, the Lady President sighed. 25 years in office was merely a blink of the eye to most Time Lords, yet to her it already felt as if she had been doing this job for centuries. Perhaps it was the monotonous Time Lord lifestyle, or the fact that time moved differently here on Gallifrey to the rest of the universe, but Lady Romanadvoratrelundar could hardly believe she was only 448 years old. Considerably young for a Gallifreyan politician with such a high status, and yet sometimes she felt too old; too tired. She never used to be like this. She remembered only too well what her younger years as a renegade had been like: running off on adventure after adventure, righting wrongs, defacing Leonardo’s works of art; all without a care for what the Time Lords thought about it. Perhaps, returning to Gallifrey and taking on this job had made her more jaded than she was willing to admit...

“Madam President?” A familiar voice spoke over the intercom. “Sorry to disturb you, my Lady...may I come in for a moment?”

Romana sighed. Apparently this job also meant that she never had a moment to herself. “Very well...Come in.”

The President’s office door whirred open, and another time lord entered the room; a tall, dark-haired, imposing gentleman, with deep eyes that seemed to see into the soul. He wore the customary robes of Lord Cardinal; no time lord collar at present, but an elaborately decorated cap, and a golden medallion around his neck. His moustache and goatee were immaculately trimmed.

“Cardinal Braxiatel,” Romana sat up straight in her high-backed seat, the hint of a frown on her face. “Considering what day it is, I would have expected you to be at the Academy right about now. Is there a problem?”

“A problem?” Braxiatel repeated in his gentlemanly voice, “No...no not at all, Madam President, everything is satisfactory. I was merely checking to see how you were getting on.”

The Lady President leaned back in her seat, her arms folded as she stared up at the ceiling high above her. “Well let’s see; my appointment of Time Lord graduate Wynter as a new Castellan has already raised some questionable eyebrows, Co-ordinator Narvin is more displeased and unpleasant than usual, it seems like half of Gallifrey is already having doubts over the Time Academy, the High Monan of the Host world has been swamping me with calls lately to check that Gallifrey’s security arrangements for the Monan Host students are to his satisfaction...and not to mention all this time, the Daleks are building a shining new Empire right on our galaxy’s doorstep.” Romana smiled dryly. “Apart from that, I’m doing marvellously, thank you. But am I to understand it that you really journeyed all the way up the Presidential Palace just to casually concern yourself with mine and the planet’s well being? Brax? There is something else, isn’t there?”

Irving Braxiatel hesitated. “...There is a slight issue, now you come to mention it my Lady...Leela has...well...”

President Romana put up a hand. “Don’t tell me...Leela’s wandered off again, hasn’t she?”

“...She hasn’t turned up at the Academy yet,” Braxiatel admitted, “I did request her presence today, and yet I can not seem to find her at all...not that there is any cause for alarm. She is probably just out exploring the Capitol and lost track of time. I was hoping, perhaps, your ‘K9’ could locate Leela’s K9 unit and establish contact with her?”

The grey metal dog next to Romana’s desk raised its head.
“Locating...” K9 Mark II announced. The whirring of machinery could be heard, as the two small satellite dishes on top of its head began to turn this way and that.
“Inferior K9 unit Mark One is currently located in Sector 14, junction 13 of the Capitol cloisters, Lord Cardinal. The Mistress Leela is there too.”

“Thank you, K9,” Romana said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Can you please tell K9 Mark I to relay the information to Leela, that she is requested at the Academy this morning, and that Braxiatel is concerned about her absence?”

There were further noises from the robot, before it reported: “Mistress Leela and K9 Mark One have received the message, and are now making their way to the Time Academy, as requested.”

The Lady President looked to Braxiatel. “Well, problem solved I believe, Cardinal. You may return to your duties...” Romana regarded Braxiatel for a moment, before raising an eyebrow. “...Unless there is anything else troubling you?”

Braxiatel hesitated for a moment, looking as if he was going to add something, before apparently dismissing the thought entirely. “No...that is all, my Lady President...I have matters to attend to, and students to welcome...I-I should be getting back to the Academy. Thank you graciously, for your time, Romana, I...I’ll see you later.” Braxiatel gave a small bow before turning and swiftly leaving the President’s office. Romana watched him leave, a puzzled frown on her face. Something else had obviously been on the Cardinal’s mind...

“Well,” Romana muttered to herself, “Whatever it was, I’m sure I can address him about it later.” The Time Lady stood up from her seat, lifting the stiff Time Lord collar from off her shoulders and removing it, setting it down on a stand at the side of the large office.
“K9, if Commander Hallan has a fit when he realises that I’m missing from my office, tell him that I’ve gone for a casual walk in the Presidential gardens and that I don’t require an escort. If he insists then he can place guards around all the entrances, I don’t care, so long as I’m not disturbed. And tell him I only wish to be disturbed if something is of the utmost importance and can not possibly wait until I return. Oh, and if the High Monan demands an audience with me yet again, get Castellan Wynter or one of the Cardinals on the High Council to speak with him on my behalf...preferably someone who won’t say the wrong things and make the High Monan...displeased.”

“Affirmative, mistress.”

Romana massaged her temple with a weary hand as she walked away, the small train of her dress trailing across the polished floor. “I need some space and time by myself; preferably without any further interruptions,” she muttered to herself “...oh, Madam President of Gallifrey, you shall be lucky...”

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Meanwhile...
Outside the Capitol

There was a reason some called Gallifrey ‘The Shining World of the Seven Systems’. It was, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful sights to behold. Two suns shone bright under the orange and amber sky, the sunlight bright and warm but the air was cool. Between the snow-capped mountains, the sunlight gleamed on the surface of the dome surrounding the Capitol, and beneath it the city shone gold, like something from a story book. Today, the sky seemed to be alight with stars...but a closer look would show that the lights shining were not stars, but Gallifreyan TARDISes patrolling the skies, looking like small metal diamonds in a sea of gold and orange. Somewhere in the distance, an otherworldly watery sound of singing came from the glimmering golden lake beside the Capitol, a faint breeze picking up and carrying the sound across the valley.

And far out in orbit, various ships and small spacecraft from different parts of the universe were gathered. Some were there to bring off-world students to the planet; others were gathered there simply to watch and report news back to their own planets. To many, this was the news of the millennia. The ancient Lords of Time, sharing some of their greatest secrets with the rest of the universe. Species from all across space and time, gathered under one Gallifreyan institution to learn about time travel. People couldn’t stop talking about it.

And at the centre of all of all of this commotion, stepping out into the middle of it like the eye of the storm, were the students of the Time Academy. Gallifreyan and non-Gallifreyan, aliens from all across the stars. Perhaps some of them weren’t even aware just what they had walked into...or what it would mean for the future.

One such student, was a human called Taylor Addison. As the ship carrying him and several other students of all different species, landed at Gallifrey’s space port outside the Capitol, Taylor could not have imagined what he was getting himself into.

“So this is it,” the teen remarked in his cynical Scottish accent, slinging his heavy rucksack with all his belongings over one shoulder. “This is the ‘great’ Gallifrey that everyone’s been talking about...let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
As he walked out of the space port and onto the soft golden sand outside, he stared out at the shining city in the middle-distance. The expression ‘feeling like you’ve died and gone to heaven’, sprung to mind, as he stared out at the world before him.

“Well,” he murmured in surprise, trying to take it all in, “It certainly puts Scotland into perspective...Would you believe it they weren’t exaggerating...” He stared down at the sand and rocky ground below his shoes, and then looked right up the sky. He was standing on another planet...another world. And not only that, it was the most incredible place he had ever seen. For a human from 21st century earth, it was a lot to take in.

He looked around him, as other students began to file out of the space port. Stationed nearby were members of the Chancellery Guard: Gallifreyans dressed in red and white uniforms with long flowing capes, each with a staser gun visible at their sides. Most of them didn’t seem to paying Taylor any specific attention, but any that did spare him a glance did so with an unreadable stoic expression. Taylor decided right away that he didn’t like them; although perhaps that was because they reminded him too much of the police back at home. Taylor and the police had never quite seen eye to eye.
Some distance apart from the other guards, one guard stood watching, apparently waiting for something.

Taylor then turned his attention to the other students; many of whom were coming out of the space port, but some, he noticed, seemed to be arriving to this location using other methods. Just outside the space port, there was a small Transmat platform. Every so often, a student would materialize out of nowhere and walk off the platform, the majority of them Gallifreyans who had come from various locations all over the planet. Everyone had been told to meet here, outside the Space port at this specific date and time. Many of the students already on Gallifrey could have just gone straight over to the Academy instead of coming all the way out here, but it was courteous for them to be there to meet and greet the off-world students arriving on Gallifrey.

“...Who else will arrive here?” Taylor wondered.

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[Ewaradiancidental] "First encounters of an alien kind"

One such student of gallifrey to step of the transamat would be Eward, well that was his nickname, his full name was Ewaradiancidental but most found that too long to fully pronounce so they just preferred to call him Eward. Some called him Clipso however but that was a rare few and they were only very old friends of Eward who had known him when he was a child. He scanned the skyline and and admired the various ships that littered it, he was excited to study alien species in a very personal way it was like seing the images in his books come to life and walk in front of him. He then pulled out his fobwatch and flciked it open as if he was checking the time, even though he knew himself that it had stopped long ago and was partially broken though he would never fix it.

He closed the fobwatch and placed it back in his pocket and turned his attention back towards the the new alien students, Eward had been at the Academy for a while now and knew he was close to actually graduating then he would be able to board his first ever Tardis and be able to travel the universe and all of time. This excited him even more than the arrival of the students as it would give him an even more varied ability to study alien species and also time periods of different species. He mind began wandering through where he would go first and what he would do first with his shiny new Tardis. Obviously not saying these thoughts aloud as to not appear strange or acting renegade and suspicious to the guards. That would have to wait until he had achieved his Time Lord status, which made him giggle with glee a little bit.

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{Outside the Capitol, Space Port}

Shiro sat back and watched closely as his shuttle was arriving into Gallifreyan airspace. He snickered a bit to himself, noting the hint of nervousness he felt in his bones. How silly was he? Here he was, savior to his home world, experienced combatant, father and husband, and he'd even seen into an existence beyond this universe for a moment long ago... Yet he still couldn't help feeling like a kid on his first day of school.

Shiro just closed his eyes and leaned forward in his seat. He began laughing and shaking his head, right hand moving up to cover half his face. It's amazing... Even after all this time, school still makes you this nervous? He pondered while smiling wide, having finally stopped laughing at himself. He looked over to the empty seat by his side, taking a moment to stare at the small disc that lied in the center. He gently picked it up, taping the small sensory pad in the middle of the disc. He could feel the intricate weave of technology inlayed into the web of magical energy used to power the device. The stretching energy reached out where only Shiro could see. Though this was no gift on Shiro's allowing him to see magic flow; the device worked by matching with specific brainwaves emitted by the electrical pulses generated within the mind.

The flowing energy sworld and danced, forming a detailed background. The setting was a natural garden -- the dirt freshly stirred and seeded, and signs showing which plant would eventually begin to grow in each row -- that he was starting to know all too well. Though, it used a variety of produce from other worlds that Shiro had not seen before. One of many benefits they'd discovered came with working with Gallifrey. Aside from the recent booming of advanced time manipulation technology, of course. He'd requested some space for the garden after managing to locate a suitable living quarters on Gallifrey for he and his family.

He then watched as the device seemed to pick up on his mental cue. Lines of transparent energy flowed up across the garden's image. It quickly became the smiling face of his young daughter, Fio-Shi. He smiled wide immediately as he watched her pull up a carrot they had bought -- one of many new vegetables they had bought simply to try out. She loudly crunched into the orange mass, chewing with an open mouth while putting a hand behind her head. Lifting two fingers, she gave herself bunny ears while quoting a certain cartoon character from Earth they had recently discovered. A chuckle and a lift of his eyebrows later and he was already enjoying Fio's little display of humorous cuteness. She was quickly shooed away though, being immediately replaced by a young woman in her late twenties with deep, red hair. First thing he had noticed when he first saw the video was that she'd gotten a haircut.

Where his dear wife had always had hair as long as his for as long as he'd known her, she now sported only enough length for it to reach below her earlobes. Though, admittedly, Shiro did find it quite cute. Shiro then looked away from the vid, the device instantly taking cue to stop the play and retract the energy. He saw through his window that they were drawing close to the port, though seemed a bit late for what he remembered from where he last saw them to be. He looked up and ahead toward the cockpit a moment, almost asking whether something was wrong when he noticed the pilot looking back at him. Or, more accurately, the disc in his hand. Shiro nodded, understanding immediately. He quickly crushed the disc and reached under his seat, throwing the fragments away into the small trash bin below. They'd delayed landing sooner because of the disc. The fact it used magic to power itself made it something very controversial with Gallifreyans. And none of them wanted to accidentally insult their new friends.

The Delelian shuttle slowed into a hover as it reached the port. The silver and chrome coloring of the hull glowed with the blue luminescence caused by the thin tubes along the sides of the craft. It wasn't anything large or otherwise impressive. But at the same time, it was only meant for carrying a very small number of personnel, and was built as a more personal transport used to travel between larger ships of the fleet. By the fleet's standards, these shuttles were never going to be impressive by comparison, so no attempt was ever made to try.

The side doors collapsed down, sliding into the floor underneath the seats. Shiro released the harnesses of his seat -- suddenly remembering that some worlds simply called them seatbelts -- then stepped out of the shuttle and began to look around. Already, numerous others were arriving for the academy, some only seeing Gallifrey's skyline and city for the first time. Shiro thought back, recalling how odd it had seemed to him when he had first arrived. He had been accustomed to skylines being blues, greens, yellows, and sometimes shades of purple. It had felt like his mind was nearly blown apart as the depths of reality seemed to be simply trying to contradict his entire existence... But then he just got over it and lived on.

He turned back, watching as an armed soldier was about to hop out to escort him. "Whoa, wait! No need for that..." He stated abruptly as he lifted his hands to halt the soldier. "Umm... Listen: I'll be fine on my own, really. I won't be needing an escort or guardian or anything like that." The man paused, not following, but his hesitation to get all the way back inside the shuttle showed he wasn't convinced. Shiro sighed and rubbed at his forehead. He then blinked and stared ahead into nothing for a moment, suddenly finding himself with the necessary tools to fix this dilemma. "... Soldier, stand down. You are ordered back to the ship!" He said with a straight face and demanding tone. Inside, he was laughing at the idea that he could actually order and command people now.

"Yes, sir!" The soldier saluted before hurrying back into the shuttle. The pilot and co-pilot both broke into fits of laughter as the doors closed and the shuttle began lifting away.

Shiro couldn't resist either as he broke into a wide smile upon turning around. Ahhh... It's good being the boss. He checked his belt real quick to ensure the image projection was working, then proceeded to walk forward and out of the port, his brown hair and eyes helping him feel secure for a moment. But as he started getting farther from the port, he began to notice all of the others.

.... Everyone's so much younger.... He then began feeling at his face. Well... Sure, I still look like I'm barely twenty, but geez... I feel like I'm some kind of old creep now. He hung his head down while walking, pouting on the inside while sighing and looking irritated on the outside.

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Shikin of Dasmens. - God, I feel alive.

Aaah...Oooh, ooh-ooh, aaackkKKAA. Shikin groaned as he finished cracking his neck and began straightening himself up. Long thin fingers casually flicked the end of a scarf over his shoulder, two hung behind him, the ends moving outwards slightly of their own accord and two others hovered in front of his shoulders moving in circles, figures of eight, eratic lines tracing unknown symbols in the air. His red, black-striped jacket had two buttons buttoned up and the jacket seemed to blur when he moved, the dark lines fading slightly over the red, most would just dismiss it as an optical illusion though. He brushed the few strands of hair sticking out of his mask back and pulled them straight out, letting they stick out like some wacky anime characters. A happy aura emanated from him, as he straightened his shirt collar and did up the top button. Nice and neat. He said cheerfully as he rocked backwards and forth on the balls of his feets, stretching out his arms and rotating his wrists, the eyes on his hands going round and round until he placed them behind his head, his elbows sticking out in front of him. God, what a lovely looking planet this is. I can feel the air doing my wonders already. He pushed his waist forward, cracked his spine with a grunt, let his head fall backward and looked at the upside-down world with the upside-down Taylor in it. Ooohh, a Scotsman. He said, a heavy scottish accent showing the glee in his voice. Ach, I've missed those human buggers, yah just can't beat 'em. But.... One of the ends of his bandages drifted to face Eward, slowly an eye started to appear, like a bubble rising from water, until it was as starkly there as the ones on his face. It blinked, once, and then faded away again. Perhaps I should talk to you instead.

He jerked back up, fell forward slightly, his arms pinwheeling for balance, fell round on a foot, the other sweeping upwards wildly and then falling into a trot before slowing into a casual walk towards Eward. The ends of the bandages trailed slightly behind from the air friction, but moved oddly, brushing against those he closely passed, sometimes a small red spark drifted through the air from them to the end of the bandages. He snapped a finger as he flicked his wrist and then in two instants, a black circle appeared in his hand, and then an inner circle sprang upwards, a white band around the bottom. He twirled the brim of the hat a few times as he jerked his hand in the air, letting it fly spinning upwards and then landing perfectly on his head. A bandage smoothly blew up and pushed up at the brim at the back of his head, moving it at a jaunty angle, the other side of the brim pushing down slightly on the few spikes of hair sticking out. He slid to a stop in front of Edward and bowed forward, his right arm crossed over his chest, the other moved halfway between them and opened sideways. Still bowing to the time-lord-in-training, Shikin looked up and tilted his head to the left slightly as he studied Eward up close for a moment. Hi there.

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

The Gallifreyan was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he did not see the strange and everchanging Shikin stroll towards him, he only noticed the student only by the time his was very close to him. The being the adressed him with a rather informal greeting. "Hello in indeed, are you one of the travellers come to join our prestigous academy, hmm?" Eward asked the being, he then bobbed his head all around trying to see the being face properly under all those bandages and also under the hat. After a few seconds of that he quirked a brow and a 'huh' in disspaointment at not being to see the being properly, Eward then pulls out out his laser screwdriver and points it casually towards Shikin. With a light press of the button a arc of red light eminates from the end, Eward then moves the device up and down so it fully intakes Shikin's form. The gallifreyan then stops and moves the device to first his ear and then upto his right eye. "Odd, the screwdriver says you're from Earth but does not register your race. You don't seem like a human, too many eyes for starters." Eward states to the alien, well this was new to him. His time encountering something from Earth and the being isn't even human. He was kind of disheartened yet intrigued at the same time.

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Why yes, yes I am. Quite looking forward to it too. Shikin replied, patiently remaining still while Eward tried to get a look at him, he was used to it by now and even though it was kindof annoying, he still sure as hell wasn't taking them off. He started to scratch at a bandage below where a human's right eye would be but froze as the screwdriver was pulled out. Err.. The eyes on his bandages widened slightly and the pupils shrank as the light fell on them. The ends of the scarves now floating in the air behind him, all pretence of being normal bandages gone, hardened. The ends of them quivered and became thinner, growing a thin edge sharper then blades but Shikin swiftly squashed the fear inside himself and the instinct to stop Eward, afterall, it was just a scan, hopefully. He sighed inwardly with relief when it ended, glad to see the end of that brief uncomfortable moment and hoped Eward wouldn't have noticed. Well...they obviously aren't my real, No, I suppose actually...They aren't my original eyes. Although let's face it, two eyes on the face seems to be so common among alien races, mine are much more useful, and fun. He chuckled slightly at the dirty memories, covering over a thin layer of nervousness still there, he really did hate having scans or things pulled on him like that. But I am most certainly not human, a bit of a delicate race so good for me. And if I was you'd certainly know. For one I'd smell, look and feel a lot worse. Taste too I suppose but I doubt anyone would want to check that, not unless they were from a race that liked eating ancient corpses. I have come across ones that eat their dead but I think I'd be too far gone even for them, heh. He shrugged and started scratching under an eye again as thought back to them, and suddenly remembered the conversation.

Anyway, since you're curious, I am from earth, just not...an earthling, as I've previously mentioned. But all this talk about species and we haven't even exchanged pleasantries yet. Shame on us, shame on you even, you being from such a civilised race, you'd think a Gallifreyan would ask my name first before scanning me, manners cost nothing. Except on Asmodium, greedy planet, terrific businessmen though, you want someone to invest for you, you get one of them. Terrible atmosphere though, not a very fun planet, very dull...But here I am wattling on again, the name's Shikin. The most singular, stupendous and surprising, spell-casting, spell-binding, spell-using sorcerer you'll ever meet, at your service. He bowed again, tipping his hat off as he ducked down, if Eward looked inside it he'd see a rabbits head pop up and twitch it's nose at him before darting away again as Shikin swept it back on, and then tilted it forward again. For a fee of course, I'm not gonna be at your service just out of the goodness of my squiggly spoodge, or whatever organ it is. He stood up and looked down slightly at Eward, the eyes staring blankly at him, the hauntingly empty black ones that just slightly seemed to move but only enough to think you were imagining it looking into Eward's colourful brown ones with their little dashes of green. Nice eyes to look at, cool hat, decent fashion sense, good choice of colour scheme. he thought absently before he asked ...And you are?

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

{Somewhat Outside Port}

Shiro walked up from behind the oddly wrapped inividual. "Careful with the spell-casting part. The general consensus on the planet is that magic is taboo." He stated after hearing Shikin's introduction. He stopped some three feet from the other two, taking a moment to look down and ensure his personal attire was in order. He noted that he wasn't wearing the gloves before remembering that he had left them behind on his dresser. He shrugged a bit, the white of the overcoat brushing up, lightly pressing together the red trims running down his shoulders.

"I am Ro..." He then looked up, glancing into the sky. Then it hit him, as if he suddenly remembered his place. Right, gotcha big guy... He thought while looking back to the others. "My name is Shiro Wong. My home world is Delelia." He bowed forward at a slight angle, the three thick strands of bangs falling forward from his face, some lose strands of brown then falling over his right shoulder. Before anything further happened he reached into a pocket and took out a thick, red, elastic band. He pulled his hair back and slightly upward on the back of his scalp, tying his hair back. "It is a pleasure to meet you both."

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Eward listened as the unknown being talked at great length, he allowed him to carry on as the being was unusuala and strange enough to confuse even his laser screwdriver. When it came to him going on about magic his eyes widened in horror, magic was illegal on Gallifrey and punishable by imprisonment even association with magic was a serious offense. He then realised that the being had actually adressed him, he slightly shuddered his head as if coming out of a deep thought and replied. "Oh I am Ewaradiancidental, but you may call me Eward as everyone does. I feel my sociological nature is more contemporary than that of others in my race, it's best to know what I'm talking to than know who I'm talking to. Don't worry most get used to it after a little while, others just ignore it." Eward stated, the pair were soon joined by another humanesque being though there was something slightly off, the gallifreyan again scanned the newcomer with his laser screwdriver before doing the routine of putting it to his ear and then putting it to his eye. "Human hybrid with various mixtures of other races, curiouser and curiouser." Eward said as he twisted and pushed various bits on the screwdriver, he was attuning it as it used to being used on more mechanical devices more than biological ones. He let the other two in his presence talk amongst each other while he performed his attunements.

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"Hey honey, have you seen my shirt?" Dayvan yelled to the other room "Which shirt?" came the reply from Aiika soon after. "You know, the blue one." He'd already turned over the entire room, but just couldn't find it. "Why not just wear another one? I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter that much." Of course she would say that, it's not like she knows anything about clothing, he jokingly thought. "No, I really want that blue one. You said it yourself, I look more serious in it... And I can use any trick up my sleeve to land me this job." He hadn't noticed it yet, but Aiika had moved into the room. He was standing over the pile of clothing in front of him, scratching the back of his head, when she threw her arms around his neck, placing her forehead against the back of his head. This was around the 7th month of her fertile phase... Or was that the 5th? "Baby, stop worrying so much... How could they possibly turn you down? In fact..." she moved to the front of him "They should be honored that you are even interested in them!" she had always been the wisest. He was about to make a remark that it was still a huge honor to work for them... Who's them? ... When he heard the baby cry in the next room. "I'll get it this time." he cheerfully said. He moved away from Aiika, into the living room.
"Dayvan?"
Him. A father. Who could've believed that?
"Dayvan?"
The door to the baby room was nicely decorated with all manner of images, each one playing small animations of colorful characters he couldn't remember the names of.
"Dayvan?"
He opened the door, expecting to be greeted by a cloud of a baby... Boy or girl?... That had was the speaking image of Aiika. A father, yeah it didn't sound all too bad. But the room was empty. He could still hear the crying, but the room was completely empty. "W-what... What is going o-"
"DAYVAN"

A heavy rumble shook Dayvan awake. "-e landing shortly. ETA 5 minutes!" came a voice through the com. Slowly Dayvan sat upright. Three days. Three days did it take to get here. Three days of nothing but staring at these boring grey walls. Three days of having nobody else for company than Mysula. A nice guy, but really doesn't know when to stop talking about Lightcore engines. He pulled out a small strip of what appeared to be gray metal. It didn't have any markings on it, but when he placed it on his left palm, a picture of a woman appeared. The picture was so clear, you'd almost think he was actually holding a small severed head. "Aiika..." he softly said while he reached out with his right index finger, stroking the side of her face. The picture responded by having the head tenderly lean against his finger.

The ship started shaking, indicating it was entering the atmosphere. Dayvan put the image away again and strapped himself in. The shaking only got worse as the ship descended, reminding Dayvan again why he hated space so much. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate and so on and so on, until the ship finally stopped shaking.

"Coming up on the port now." Was it just Dayvan, or did he actually sound excited? Then again, no one has ever been here, so he has all reason to be so. When the ship finally started to slow down, he felt save enough to unbuckle and move to the cockpit. There was nothing much to see, just a bunch of screens showing all kinds of relevant information. Windows were of course useless in space, and only formed a threat. "We're the first to come here you know... This is big." Mysula said. "Yeah, well... It's just a school like any, right?" Dayvan tapped Mysula's shoulder and moved to the back, where the loading door was.

"Okay... I can do this... It's just school." he told himself as the closure started to decompress. He slung his bag over his shoulder as the doors slowly slid open, blinding him by the bright light.

It was... Beautiful. Unlike anything he had ever seen. There were some similarities, the city looked vaguely the same and there were two suns here as well, albeit different sizes and color. But there was so much more different, that for a moment he felt a bit light headed. Gravity, plants, atmosphere and all these different people! It was all a bit too much really.

There were some men in formal uniforms assembling the students, so Dayvan moved towards one of them. First day of school all over again... only this time I'm even more of an outcast

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Ewaradiancidental...Yes, I think I'll just call you Edward, although should I follow through to it's logical end and just call you Ed? I do like Ed. Short, sweet and simple, although in that case I doubt it's a fitting nickname for you at all. But the way it rolls off the tongue. Ed, eddy, edddddyy, eddyeddyeddyeddyeddy-"Careful with the spell-casting part. The general consensus on the planet is that magic is taboo." The two bandages floating around his back moved towards Shiro and an eye appeared on each end of them as they moved around the front of him to get a good look at him, keeping their distance mind you. Three more eyes appeared on the back of Shikins head and he raised his hand and waved, still with his back to Shiro. Oh, you know how it is. I'm just an old fraud with a few tricks up my sleeve, and a secret or two kept under my hat, but if anyone asks I'll swear there's nothing there but my arms and my head. he said as he carefully walked backwards towards Shiro.Oh not to say I don't know a few things but nothing that can't be seen through by some sharp eyes and a logical mind. Or so I say anyway. It's a lot of fun watching scientists and atheists rack their minds trying to figure me out. The best is the ones that can't just dismiss it and beg me to tell them hos it works or just to say if they're on the right track. Of course, they're just not trying hard enough really. The eye on the right winked shut for a moment as one of the bandages reached out towards Shiro's hand to shake it, the three jagged ends waggling at him like fingers. I won't say it's been a pleasure meeting you since we've just met but I will say I hope it's going to be. The two bandages in front of him turned slightly to look at Dayvan, the eyes widening and closing to get the best view. Well, he's a weird looking one, not that I'd want to say that to his face, I think.

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

Alex Chaplin, Academy dormitories

The cold sank deep into Alex's heart as he tossed and turned helplessly within the swirling maelstrom, chaos, madness and agony tormented his body and mind even as he beheld what he could only assume to be eternity. Flashes of lightning struck his body causing his nerves to scream in protest at his fate. The world around him flowed with blue and at times a fiery red, was this hell? His body began to contort with the forces around him, soon he would be nothing but a twisted shadow of his former self and there was nothing he could do.

AWAKEN.

Alex's eyes snapped open as he shot upright in cold sweat, his heart was pounding against his chest. "It's just a dream... Just a part of the past... It can't hurt me. " He breathed trying to get his head back into reality. Every other night his dreams were tortured by the memory of what had happened to him, the people here; The Gallifreyans, the human like aliens.... they took care of him. They had nursed him back to health, physically and mentally but still some of the trauma lingered, like a burn mark inside his brain.
Slowly getting out of his bed, Alex simply sat at the edge trying to remember the events that eventually led him to this situation, the pain of trying to forget was something that still haunted the young man, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much Braxiatel and the doctors told him, Alex could not put his time within the Vortex behind him.

Letting out a long sigh, Alex left his bed to look outside. He longed to see his home but for now it wasn't an option, he would be a threat to his loved ones. The so called Time Vortex truly had left it's mark on him.
And yet, something inside of him was happy. Perhaps it was the fact he could take this chance to leave his war torn world and.... no. It wasn't that fact that made him happy. It was something more basic. He was free of his prison. While he was confined in a new one, this at least give him some sense of liberty. Time passed in a blur for him now, Braxiatel told him that it was merely a side effect of him regaining his sanity due to the fact that during his 'illness' Alex was not aware of what was occurring around him. Spacing out they described it.

Taking off his cloths to take a shower and freshen up a bit. As the water hit his body, the young man reflected on Braxiatel words, he had reminded Alex that today would be the day the so called 'Time Academy' was starting. Gallifreyans and other newly allowed races would be attending and Brax advised Alex that he should partake not only to gain control of his powers but also so that he could interact with the others. Personally Alex suspected that there were other motivations but he thought it wise not to voice them. After all these Gallifreyans had taken good care of him so such a small request seemed easily done and it seemed that Brax wanted to improve Alex's chances at reintegrating within some form of society. All he had to do was to take the trasmat system to the arranged meeting point and wait for the official to introduce everyone to the Academy.

Course the only problem was; Alex hated that technology. It was not only so far advanced it hurt his head trying to understand it, the feel of having your body transported in such an unnatural way left him terribly weak. But he had given Brax his word to be at the opening and Alex was a man of his word. Putting on his given clothing, he headed towards the nearby transmat after talking to his caretaker. Stepping onto the plate, Alex began taking several calming breathes before he felt himself 'pulled' away as the beam of light hit his body.
Within a couple seconds he found himself no longer within the Academy ground instead he saw great 'spaceships' dropping off what Alex could only assume to be student... Alex wasn't too focused on that as he felt his stomach immediately disagree with the mode of transportation, his face paled as he took several steps forward and simple slumped down onto the ground to recover. Distantly he could feel the eyes of several onlookers but it mattered little to him, right now he was more worried about losing what he had for breakfast.

Taylor had shot Shikin an odd look on hearing his comment to him, but the strange being had already moved on. Taylor decided it was not worth his trouble and decided to ignore him.
These aliens are certainly a weird bunch, he thought to himself, slinging his rucksack down for a brief while. It didn’t seem like they were going anywhere for the moment, so he figured he might as well spare his shoulders the burden.

Meanwhile, one of the guards stationed next to the Transmat regarded Alex Chaplin with silent amusement.
“You're new, aren't you? The Matter Transmitter tends to do that to you the first few times,” he commented. “It gets easier the more you use it. Are you okay sir, or do you require a medic?”

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Hiryu: Doc's bag is a portal. She's actually from another dimension and when she jumped into it, she ended up at a desk with a browser open on this site. That's how she found it.
We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

Gilbrid Bhaltair - A Whole New World.

"Vha," muttered Gilbrid looking around, the ship had just dropped him off safely to the Capitol, "Is amazing. Zo many lights." He shook his white hair and touched his fingers to the cross, "Mein Gott." He bounced on the balls of his toes and watched the people gathering around the Space Port, smiling like a small child. They didn't look much different than him so far, except for the man with the bandages and the one with stars.

The small teen walked slowly to the Starman and looked up at the taller male, "Guten Tag. I Gilbrid Bhaltair. Vhat is ihr name?" He smiled shyly, the blush more prominent on his albino face. He bounced again like a small child, disarmingly non-threatening, openly curious and non-judgmental.

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Gerald walked out of the space port, a book in his right hand, his left in his pocket. His eyes read over the text, a board look on his face. Once he had cleared the port, his sighed and tossed the book behind his back.

“Utter rubbish. Not one thing about The Doctor or the Master…or those stupid tin can Daleks.”

As a Gallifreyan, Gerald had adapted a unique style sense: He was dressed like a butler. Of course, that was his personal taste. Anyone said anything about it, he’d have to teach them a lesson. Gerald looked over the crowd, and was not impressed. From what he could see, no one here was worthy of being eternal rival…Gerald just placed his other hand in his pocket, and smiled darkly. He had learned over his relatively short life never to judge things by appearance. Walking into the crowd, looked up at the building. It was impressive, he would admit. Very impressive indeed.

“I’m counting on you academy…bring me my war.”

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"If...The Doctor can be young...and strong...then so can I. The Master...reborn!"

(Academy Jerry's Room)
Hair? Check! Shave? Check! Teeth? Check! Pants? Check! Pants, important… it was three times when he forgot to take pants to the opening ceremony. Fortunately all three times were dreams. Getting into a new school, the first day it was so exciting. He literally dreamt about this day for a whole week. Coat? Check! Never leave the room without it.

Jerry hurried to the desk in his room, and shifted the pile of books a bit to have some space. Being one of the ‘special guests’ of the headmaster left him with a lot of time to read. Jerry and the guy next door were asked nicely not to wander out of their rooms to much, as it would probably upset the other students. He was fine with staying indoors if provided with enough books, and as for the other guy, he wasn’t very much in the mood for exploring the city. He has seen the other one a couple of times, but didn’t talk to him yet, it didn’t look like the right time for it. Jerry was without any doubt the luckier one. It was like walking away with a few bruises from the same car-crash what put someone else into a wheelchair. Ahhh, no need to think that grim. The other one is up and walking as well, and… yes, that’s his door slamming. So that means he WILL attend to the academy as well.

Jerry pulled the cap of the black marker, and couldn’t resist the temptation to sniff on the tip. It always helps to be on the good side of people in charge, even if getting small silly knick-knacks from home. He wrote JERRY with big black letters on the sticker, the words “Hello my name is:” were already printed on it. The classic red-border name-tag. Jerry pulled off the paper from the back, and put it on his chest. He took a final look into the mirror, lowered his head, and glared at himself with a dark menacing smile. “Alright, let’s do this. It’s show time.” He closed and pocketed the marker, before leaving his room. With his hands in his pockets Jerry skipped to the transmit system and stepped on the panel. He tipped with his right hand the sticker on the left side of his chest. “Beam me up Scotty.” He said looking slightly upward.

(Spaceport)

Jerry hopped off the transmit platform at his arrival, almost tripping over Alex. “Whooo, hey… are you alright mate?” He asked and placed one hand on Alex’ back leaning down to him. “Try to take deep breaths, alright?” He said, trying to help the guy from next door, shuffling in his pocket with his left hand, trying to find something useful for the situation. Then he looked up at the group of people already clustering together. “Hi.” He said with a bright smile, waving a big circle with his left hand, patting Alex with his right. Then he looked at his left hand, holding a small package. He still had some gums. Cool! He pulled out one for himself, and offered the rest to Alex. “Want a gum mate? It’s peppermint. Or do you want to save it afterwards?”

   Nisharahamin Lah Kashingmahalia, Nisha    - Around The World

Blue, all around her was the ligther and deeper blue of wet seawater and sand, warm soft yellowy sand that made her feet sink whenever she walked. There was also a wind blowing, sending the occasional dust of grainy sand to her face. She used an arm for cover as she walked, on and on and on along this long thin line of beach beneath her feet. Why am I here? she asked herself after what seemed to have been an hour of walking, or had it only been minutes? Tired, she was so tired that she could just dive into the deep blue ocean in front of her and simply float away without worry. But for some reason, she could not. The water seemed peaceful but somehow threatening at the same time, it made her cautious and paranoid. The furthest she could go was to put her toes on where the water met the sand as every wave arrived on the shore. For a moment, she only sat there with her knees to her chest, thinking about all that had happened to her in one day. She simply looked at the horizon in front of her, a perfect description beauty and endless peace.

"There you are, Ni- General Kashingmahalia! I should have known you would be here," a familiar voice called out to her from a fair distance behind her, accompanied by heavy footsteps making its way through all the sand. She shut her eyes tight and made a frown, why did he have to come and break her little moment of comfort? The footsteps got closer and she could feel from the vibrations in the sand that he was wearing the same ragged steel-toed leather that he wore this morning during the trial. "...Alebashtiir. You will be pleased to know that I've already accepted the Queen's offer earlier today," she stood up and dusted off the sand that had stuck to her skin when she sat. "...I am aware. I have already advised her Highness against it," the reply surprised her a little, but she did not show it. "That's odd for you. I thought you of all people wanted me gone from this planet," she turned around, stretching her arms to relieve herself without care for the High General's presence. "...Or are you simply objecting to every choice I make out of spite?"

She looked at the man that used to be her friend standing in front of her, there used to be a smile where he wore that frown of his and he did not have as many scars on his face during their childhood. His skin however was still the same as she remembered, bright flaming red with small milky white splotches around his neck and arms. He used to be so cheerful, but now he was hardened and cold from war. They used to be companions, but now they were more like enemies.

He sighed and his muscle above his eyes furrowed out of frustration, she knew what she had said was true or could it have been some other reason? "...No, it is not spite. I do not think you deserve your title, but it's done and I have to accept it," he said with anger and discomfort of the facts. She frowned at what he had said, "And that title is "Ambassador" isn't it? It's my job to visit other nations-" Suddenly, the High General made an angry glare and his voice became louder, angrier, "At the behest of your Queen! NOT because you want to escape your problems! You're an adult now, Nisha. No more fold and run when life gets hard for you." He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm himself, "Your experience among outsiders is what got you that title. Experience the people will need if recent events predict for what we think is to come, including new generation Basintah like you." She turned around to face the sea as he talked, not wanting to hear what he was saying but her ears could not help but pick up everything that came out of his mouth.

He sighed, "Regardless, it is not my decision." She could hear the rustling as he reached beneath his robes for something. "Here," a cylindrical object was put in her right hand without her objection, the texture was dry and hardened, probably some sort of animal skin. She looked down and saw that it was a small, traditional scroll with a red seal of wax on it stamped with the image of a crown. "Her Highness has already approved your credentials and title, against my counsel. You've also been given a new name for safety, the details are in there."

"I hope one day you find where you belong, Nisha. ...Gooooodddd llluuuuucccccckkkkk"
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Beeps and clicks made Nisha wake up from her slumber. With a groan, her hand reached for the little red button that was across the room. After all the moving to switch off the alarm, the exercise had already been enough to wake her properly. She sat on a makeshift bed, which had actually been her workbench covered with one of her spare robes. Looking around, she could see that they were still traveling in space. A little window offered her a view of the outside, a tunnel of bright red, blue, yellow, green and gold surrounded the ship as it journeyed through the universe. They had just jumped via the stargate moments ago, but it felt as if she had already been traveling for days. She cleaned and dressed herself, packing her things into her satchel before she exited the room.

The vehicle was not a large one, but nonetheless as advanced and fast as any other Basintah spacecraft. It only took her minutes before she reached the pilot's room, where a man clad in a uniform of black and white with gold trimmings was in control. A helmet covered his head completely, gold metal with a jet black visor and a pair of metallic gloves with the same color scheme were worn, ready to draw the pistol holstered on his waist at any sign of danger. A Royal Class-A Pilot..., she remarked in her mind with honest displeasure. Nisha had insisted that her own piloting skills would have been more than enough to make the journey, but she guessed that even the Queen herself that had entrusted her with her title was still worried of what she would do.

"   Morning, Maanueil,   " she greeted while examining the holographic charts which observed and tabulated their progress. The pilot only gave a brief cough of acknowledgement, but stared ahead without saying anything more. Nisha was not bothered by his behavior, different pilots had different attitudes on the job and a Royal Pilot was expected to be silent and fully concentrated at all times.

Suddenly, a small yellow blip appeared on the charts. Calculation showed that they were nearing their exit point and they would reach their destination soon. Nisha quickly went to strap herself into the co-pilot's seat for the end of the tunnel. In just moments, the ship started to rumble and groan as the force outside started to get heavier and more powerful. She always hated it when a ship made jumps, even though she had already got rid of the nauseating effects after some time in space. Maanueil however, was just as cold and silent as before and his hand slowly reached for a lever as the shaking gradually got worse. When Nisha realized what he was about to do, she panicked behind her visor and wanted to stop him. But it was already too late.
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Nisha stood on the space port, still slightly woozy from what had just happened. Damn it, she steadied herself on what seemed to be a lamppost. Who in the right of their minds, would hit the accelerator at an exit point!? her headache faded away after some walking but she was still angry at what had happened, he could have at least informed her about whatever he had been trying to do with that sudden maneuver of his. It did not take too long before her head became clear enough for her to notice the city, she had been to busy being angry.

"   Oh...,   " her mind was unable to comprehend the amazing sight in front of her, a city of gold and yellow. She stared for a while, the engineer inside of her wanted to admire the architecture just a little longer. Then, she remembered her duties as an Ambassador. Nisha took her eyes away from the city's magnetic glow and tried to focus. Just keep walking, make sure you're neat and postured and polite. No time for any mistakes, she saw a group of people in front of her, all with different features and color.

They must be the other students, she picked up her pace and walked towards them. Because of her hurry however, she failed to notice the innocent little rock in her path. Suddenly, she tripped on the stone and would have almost fell if she had not grabbed onto the shoulder in front of her. She looked up and saw that her hand was on a student with pale skin and short black hair swept to one side, wearing a completely red suit. Slightly startled, she quickly took her hand away and regained her composure.

"   Oh sorry for that, I must have tripped on something,   " her voice was much more courteous and polite than usual, and the English she spoke was fluent with a tiny, almost unnoticeable hint of a Southern English accent. "   My name's Mia, short for Miahalia,   " she greeted with an unssen smile behind her visor, which was very unlike her and extended a hand to the student. "   Nice to meet you, um...?   "

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Captain of Innuendo Strike Forces & Founder of Innuendo Striking Technique

Alex Chaplin, Spaceport

It took several seconds for Alex to become fully aware of what was happening, everything still seemed to be a blur though the nurses and doctors told him it was normal, that it would pass. As his eyes began to focus back into the world around him, Alex found a guard as well as another man talking to him, shaking his head to both their questions before slowly getting up.
"I'll be alright in a minute or two, I'm more accustomed to travelling by bus and not through... such strange means sorry." He said, finally managing to steady himself, "Mister Braxiatel took me through the...ummm, what did you call them? Matter transporter- I mean transmitter? I had to be evaluated a couple times and the whole way of going place to place did not really help. But I don't need a doctor right now, thank you for your concern though it's good to know that, well, that there are friendly faces around here."

Alex turned to see the other man, "Gum? I think I'll pass, for now but thanks for the offer." He paused for a moment as he looked at the man's face, "I know you from somewhere, I've seen you before but...I can't quiet put my finger on it. Sorry, I've been rather ill for the last few months so I might've been seeing things."

{Outside Port}

Shiro just waited and watched, letting the funny-looking creature continue rambling on about his personal views on others' reactions to his magic. He offered a friendly smile when a bandage extended, his hand shaking the offered appendage. Though, since he didn't suspect it to have bones or inflexible mass, he felt no need to control his strength, applying a grip to the bandage that could shatter the hand of most organic beings. But there was no ill intent to his presence. He was simply relaxed and using the grip most comfortable to him.

"Ah, I see... Well, really, I have no qualms with magic. In fact, I've found it helpful. My whole planet's full of creatures that use it... The real stuff, not parlor tricks." Shiro commented, being sure to whisper the last line so as not to cause too much worry from others from Gallifrey. "But anyway, my suggestion stands: If enough authority figures find it out of sorts, I doubt they'd believe you about it being merely slight of hand. So, please, be careful..." He said while looking upon Shikin with a moderately worried expression. "Interplanetary incidents are always very touchy, so it wouldn't likely take much to set off."

Shiro then began turning to look around at all the others. "Hmm... Interesting bunch we are..."

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(With the others)

Jerry shrugged as Alex refused his offer. “Alright.” He said before taking one for himself, and started to chew on it. “Of course you did, mate. We live next door to each other.” He grinned as Alex mentioned seeing him before. “I’m ‘the other one’. I heard we arrived in a very similar way, but I had much more luck with my travels, didn’t knock me out like you. I heard you got pretty messed up by it mate, sorry to hear.” He said, offering a hand to Alex. “The name is Jerry by the way.” He said, tilting his chest, making the sign easier to read. “I heard we are fellow countrymen.” He grinned, and then turned towards the rest of the group. “Hi there fellows. My name is Jeremy H. Smith, but you can call me Jerry. I’m a human, from Earth early 21st century UK. In my free time I like to tinker with electronic stuff, I like to read Pratchett and Dick, and sometimes Bradbury. My favorite pizza is with salami and pepperoni, I like black pudding for breakfast, my favorite Marvel Comic hero is Deadpool, and I like Nolan’s Batman movies, and of course Inception.” He dumped a load of info on the others around.

The Gallifreyan was absorbed in his screwdriver attunement to notice the female engineer pacing her way towards him, that was until she practically flew into him as she stumbled over the rock. Eward gave a small yelp due to the shock of it all but once he'd settled after a few seconds he looked to see who had walked into him, only to find that it was a rather odd looking female. "Oh it's quite alright, no harm no fowl." He replied cheerfully. "That is what they say isn't it? I mean earth slang that is?" He questions Shikin who was still close by before turning to the female and doing the normal routine of scanning her with the screwdriver, putting to the ear and then the eye. "Hmmm Homo-reptilia......but wait, not of Earth origin. extremely long lifespan, mixed reptilian genes of both geckos and salamanders of Earth yet with a distinct alien tang." He said all this while Miahalia was introducing herself, he then briefly looked up, shook her hand before turning to his device and stating. "The name's Eward, stands for Ewaradiancidental but you may call me the former. Don't mind me, just adapting the old girl to biological scanning, she's not used to it much prefers machines that to those with....Hmmm cold blooded, unusual but not unknown for a bidepal species, especially that of reptilian relation."

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As Shiro shook the bandage, he would have felt resistance for a moment which quickly disappeared as if it suddenly remembered what it was. Well you may know how it is, people believe what they want to believe, so long as it's believable. The bandage in Shiro's hand gently slipped out, a small red spark jumping the centremetre from Shiro's hand to the middle jut of the bandage as it moved back to the back-right of him, forming the fourth corner of the invisible square around him, an eye appearing, blinking and fading away again. Interesting wouldn't be my first choice of words though. He mentioned, eyeing over a dozen people at once as eyes popped up on the bandages around his head, giving him a 360 degree view. I don't think the first few words that spring to mind are universally acceptably either, I think weird works though. Most of the eyes blinked shut into thin lines and faded away as Shikin turned to face Eward. Why yes it is Eward, surprised you knew that, didn't think that phrase would have made it here, and it was a rock you tripped on by the way Mia. Quite a small one but good catch also. He tipped his hat to her and offered his own hand to her, the eyes on the back of them moving to try and look at her.

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

Wattlegallopavo

~Midtown (Theatre District)----Kryptonite~

"Are you done yet?" asked a rather annoyed woman outside the door of a unremarkable looking changing room. A couple of sounds resonated from behind the door a few moments afterwords, followed by a new voice. Only this time, it was male. "Patience cousin! Once I'm done, I'm going to look fabulous!"

The female Gallifreyan sighed, "I trust you won't do anything to embarrass our family on the first day of your classes!" she said loudly. Another thump came from behind the door. "Nonsense! I've never done anything mortifying before, have I?"

"Well if you must know...!"

"Nothing's going to happen!"

"Oh yes! That's what you'll say before they cart you off into the outlands, I'm sure!"

"You're over reacting!" The changing room door opened to reveal an eccentric looking fellow, except one could hardly tell whether he was really a fellow at all. He was pink. "You're wearing that? Honestly?" Wattles grinned, "Too much?"

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"You look hideous!"

The two cousins walked side by side together towards the nearest Matter Transmitter. A couple Gallifreyans passed them by only to do a double take. "They're staring! Couldn't you have chosen to wear something different? Something less...flashy." Wattles simply kept on smiling, even waving to a couple passerbys. He meant no harm and neither did they, he didn't see anything wrong with going to the academy in theatrical clothes. No, nothing at all. Why should he be worried? The twin suns were shining brightly in the orange sky, the flowers on the silver trees were blooming, and even Accio seemed a bit less uptight than usual. He had even complimented him this morning. It seemed so unlike him, usually he was just a grumpy old log. 'Wonder what's making him change.'

In no moment at all had they reached the Matter Transmitter. Ava immediately begun straightening his jacket. "You are an idiot and a moron. You shouldn't even be going to to the Time Academy."

"Asso seems to think I'm competent enough."

"It's Accio! And Accio, I fear to say, is-" she quickly shut herself up at a moment's notice, when a man came out of the Matter Transmitter, regarding them briefly before going his way. "Accio may be mistaken." she hastily finished. "Asso? Mistaken? Didn't you used to say he was always right?" He grinned and gave her a nudge. Ava glared at him, and turned to his luggage, pulling roughly at his personal suitcase. "I...know...what I said! It's just..." She heaved the suitcase over her head, and something caught her in the foot. "Ah!"

The moment the Cousin was caught in Wattles arms, it seemed all the sorrow she felt years ago caught up with her. She knew she may never see Wattles for years after this day. And even then he may decide to leave the family theatre. What had happened to that time when they were kids? When they swore that they would always be together? Wattles stared deeply in the last of his chums' eyes. He could remember Mimir's words......Is it normal to be afraid of Time?...

It was like an echo. It came and went. Just like that moment. He had to blink to fight off the tears. "I'm going to throw a large party. And bury myself in the biggest cake in all of existence the moment I arrive at the Academy." He winced when Ava raised her hand. She sighed, "You really are ridiculous." And before he knew it they had embraced. Moments like these, should be able to last forever.

"Now...What is in that suitcase of yours anyways?"

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~Space Port----Think Pink~

In a flash of blue light, appeared the strangest dressed mine the group of students already at the spaceport would ever lay eyes on. From head to toe he was completely covered in nothing but pink. From his Georgian Era styled wig to his polished buckled shoes. From the way he dressed, Wattles had the look of a colonial prince with an obsession with bows, gems, and silken lace. Every gem showed off the complexity of the rainbow, and bejeweled his stylish pink frock coat with golden seams and collar as well as shining buttons engraved with the crest of a rose. Underneath this extravagant outerwear was a soft pink silk collar shirt that had lacy frills at the edges and a silk satin cravat with elaborate Patrex patterns around the high collar, with tiny pearls embedded within. His briefs were also made of the same material, the the same tiny pearls that captured the light so well, along with the gems on his reddish pink leather shows and golden buckle. Hiding his face was a tall pink tricorne hat that matched his frock, emboldened with gems and golden thread. Attached to it, was a pink feather that was larger than the man's head. The way it hanged off to the side complimented the prestigious looking walking stick with a golden handle that he carried in his white gloved and bejeweled hands. He also carried the most peculiar suitcase, which he carried with obvious pride. Although it was hard to make out his face underneath the hat's rim it was easy to tell that he was wearing powdered makeup, with heart shaped red lipstick, deep blush, and lots and lots of glitter.

The overall effect was extravagant, overdone, even comical. It seemed like it was done deliberately, as if saying, "Here am I! Come laugh at me!" Either that or go blind from the shear amount of pink. Wattles smiled, not waiting any longer to see his audience's first impression. The goofier the appearance, the more likely people will regard you as nothing but a joke. Slowly, he removed his hat, keeping it clost to his face so that the feather framed his head in an almost exotic manner. His eyes were eventually revealed, rimmed with gold and silver eyeliner that brought out the green in his eyes. And his eyelashes were so embellished, so long so, dark, he could almost fool you into thinking he was a lady...except he wasn't. He batted his eyes playfully at some of the humans, his hat hiding the pure glee in his smile, he could almost laugh.

"Je suis thon étonnant. I come from a land by the sea. Ma mère est bonne palourdes. We own a theatre called La Puanteur Queue de Poisson. And I am here to learn, and above all else..." He took out a beautiful looking rose from inside his frock pocket and presented it to Nisha "...Entertain."

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Dayvan - Space Port

Dayvan had been so preoccupied with all the new sights, that he hadn't even noticed the short, pale boy coming up to him. He was startled when the boy suddenly spoke to him, although what startled him even more was the language the boy used. He hadn't even thought about this, but what if no one could understand him? Or he couldn't understand anybody else?

He looked at the boy, who looked very pale except for his face, that had a bright red color. Dayvan wondered what that meant. "Eeuhm.. I... Excuse me, but I don't understand what you mean." He awkwardly tried. He thought about what the boy asked... Nah-meh... Nah-meh... (I'm assuming you're using the German word, i.e. "nah-meh") Name? Did he ask for his name? Dayvan suddenly took a bow, folding his right arm over his stomach and his left over his back "In case you were inquiring about my name, It's Dayvan." By the stars please let him understand me, he wished.

A sudden bright pink spot, in the corner of his eye, made him straighten up again. There was a... man? he wasn't too sure... Wearing the most god awful suit he'd ever seen. But he was the only one is such a suit, did that mean he was important? Perhaps he was the headmaster?

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“Matter Transmitter,” the guard prompted Alex, “Transmat for short. And it’s not a problem, sir – it is partly my duty to ensure the well-being of the Academy students arriving today, as well as their security.” The guard gave Alex a brief nod before returning to his post.


Meanwhile, Taylor was interested in the other students arriving, although he mainly kept silent for the moment. It was overwhelming to see so many people from so many different planets, species and cultures.
However, his ears picked up at the mention of someone mentioning they were from 21st century Earth.

“Hey, no way man,” he exclaimed stepping forward towards Jerry, “I’m from around there too. The 21st century is a damn good century. Never heard of Inception, though...” Taylor extended his hand towards Jerry, “The name’s Taylor Addison,” he told him warmly in his Scottish accent. He nodded past him towards Alex. “Great to meet you both.”
Taylor then did a double-take at the Gallifreyan arriving through the Matter Transmitter. “Who hired the Drag Queen?” he hissed to Jerry and Alex, nodding over at Wattles in his completely pink outfit.

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We have a Doctor Who thread now. Doctor Who threads are cool.

   Nisharahamin Lah Kashingmahalia, Nisha / Miahalia, Mia    - Gallifreyan Spaceport

Nisha felt glad and relieved when the man in the red suit had forgiven her. She was also surprised when she was scanned by a small device alien to her. As the man who introduced himself as Edward -- or was it Yewward? -- tuned his device and read out her biological data, Nisha felt curious and impressed. Was this the advanced Gallifreyan equipment she had been told about? Interesting, she noticed that it was very much similar to her EMIT, but decided not to point it out. Listening to the Gallifreyan as he talked, she was somewhat happy to gather from the dialogue that he was an enthusiast of machines. Someone who stood on common ground with her was more likely to make things easier for her stay.

"   So-,   " the engineer was interrupted by another voice who called her name before she could continue and she turned to see who it was. What she saw was an uneasy sight. Tall and thin, the man was dressed typical formal attire but the bandages that wrapped around his face along with the spikes of black and white hair hanging out in the wind made him look like something out of one of those horror films Daun had shown her when she was young. Luckily, the young Basintah had already seen things far more horrible in her travels and she easily shook the pale hand offered to her.

"   Nice to meet yo-,   " another interruption prevented her from speaking any further. Shikin would notice that Nisha was staring at something behind him. From Nisha's perspective, she was at a complete lack of words for the sight she was seeing. A figure fully dressed in the most unusual combination of outfits she had ever seen. The pink was so much that it almost blinded her and she struggled to make out whoever it was in that odd attire. As the figure gradually became closer, she could barely see a gleeful smile splashed with a red heart in the middle. Then, she saw the face plastered with make-up and eyelashes that reminded her of the eight legs of a spider.

She continued to watch, mostly out of shock and curiosity, as the figure eventually came to stand before her. When she was spoken to, a screen came up on her visor and translated the words that had been heard. Tuna? Clams? she frowned at the translated sentence. What in the world is he talking about? she thought as she tried to decipher the words and find a suitable response.

Before she could say anything however, a red colored plant was held in front of her for offer. Well, he certainly knows how to make an entrance, Nisha gave a small laugh and cautiously accepted the flower before replying to the man, "   Uh, thanks. My name is Miahalia, but you can call me Mia.   " She tucked the rose safely in a pocket within her robes. The engineer was glad that she had been considered a new generation of her race. If otherwise, she would have been shocked by the offer of a flower so publicly since her traditions deemed it ... something more embarrassing. She shrugged her thoughts away and returned her attention to the oddity.

"   Could you tell me your name? You seem to have forgotten to mention it,   " Nisha asked the man, still uneasy from his unusual appearance.

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